Jersey Poems - Poems about Jersey

It’s tattooed lightly on my upper arm “I love my mom, and she loves me”, it reads. A squad from Space Force dragged me in the weeds: “We’ve nailed you, boy. You’ll do no further harm.” I woke in Guatemala, feeling calm: I knew that an American who pleads such stuff as ‘habeas corpus’ oft succeeds, and sought me out a lawyer,...

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I didn't pull my weight The boss was really sore He said "you're second rate and I won't take it anymore." He continued raving On how I was misbehaving Said my job was not worth saving And so I longed for Avon Avon by the sea I must go back to Avon Avon by the sea When my lifeboat needs a haven When my...

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Paterson, New Jersey December 1, 1957 Amidst the *****sapien species one anonymous baby birthed: I recount one little known piece of news which one young married couple did enthuse, profusely doting on their first progeny. Amelie Beth Harris as imagined being born courtesy her only brother (thirteen plus months her junior) with one final hefty contraction her crown thrust out the birth canal and she...

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On the fifth of April 2024, about 10:23 a.m., we all felt a shake It wasn’t the midnight train; it wasn’t a jack hammer It wasn’t children hopping; it wasn’t the roaring of a tiger It wasn’t a 747 emergency landing; it was an earthquake It was God smiling at us to see how we would have reacted People had...

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stars & stripes banner over police transit desk - railroad sparrow hides...

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I believed I saw you at the top of Carteret Street Beloved* But it wasn't you Just the inspiration of you I thought I saw you at the end of Ocean Avenue Chinaski* But it wasn't you Just a whiff of you I walked to Liberty Park And I saw you In a ray of sunlight Bandini* But...

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I met a young lady in Hoboken Actually, her good leg was broken She used her cane, Mileage to gain Went by bus with a Hoboken token. written December 28, 2021...

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Number 42 Retire Brooklyn Dodgers Number 42 Hang up your jersey, honey No one can follow you after Jackie Robinson Major League Baseball was uplifted into the outer sphere When Jackie Robinson was brave enough And brazen enough to try…. Major League Baseball had been closed to people of color Jackie’s prowess, professionalism and success changed The way people in the USA thought about...

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Bright blonde-haired girl competitive From the start, made a nine Mile ride With a spirited heart, straight to the Summit of Telegraph Hill, I’ll guess She freewheeled back ‘just for the thrill’ A gifted person, with a giving heart A literate future ‘to be’ in life her part A maritime yen, her soul would hold Sailing, snorkeling, diving in waters Weather hot or cold A present in fiction she gave to this world Plots...

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Will you, won’t you join the dance, We like to dance here every night, Moving slowly at the speed of light. Won’t you give yourself half a chance, Even two left feet are alright. The Bipolar Coaster is an excellent ride, But it does have its ups and downs. If you feel low or are feeling a bit manic, You’ll come off...

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Alarmed finally, after the Jersey bull Placed its head against my belly Started to press down the way I might Try to push away some dread Like the one that was heaving through My chest, resembling acid reflux I guess My fiancé saved me from the bull Kicking him none too gently in the nose As he pulled me away from...

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She comes, Hail Gloria, growing in her approach, wind and sea rising together, embracing. She washes over me in her ardent desire, touching, tasting, loving. The sand, her fingers, raking, biting, dots of blood well where she touches me. My hair entwined with Her, she heaves her force against my body and I kneel, submissive, gloriously in love...

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Winding lines of cars Stop and go on black paved roads Driving down the shore Bright umbrellas pose Sitting on a sandy beach Lolling in the sun The smell of hot dogs salty air and creosote Float in mid-day air Little children play building castles made of sand near a deep blue sea A delightful book Floppy hat and Coppertone Fill a summer day A red setting sun Sunburned skin...

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jersey cows grazing idling summer days away in greener pastures posted on August 5, 2018...

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Jersey Shore was where my family picnicked every year Under the weeping willow with a spraying fountain near Nineteen ninety-eight we saw a bald eagle fly west Eagles always soar that time of year to their nest Though it was a chilly June we swam in the reverie Encompassed in frigid waters, we still enjoyed our family Elated we ate...

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