Long Boardwalk Poems
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The sun is slowly rising and a soft wind gently blows
We are heading for the beach to feel the sand between our toes
There is something about the summer sun and a walk along the shore
That tends to put your world at peace as you hear the ocean's roar
The sound of children's laughter and the smell of tanning lotion
The taste of salt in the air from the mist coming off of the ocean
Sea gulls against a clear blue sky and a ship with its' sails set
These are days that will live in our memory, days we'll never forget
There are palm trees, music and a carousel as you make your way along
And a young woman in a bikini, her body swaying to an island song
There is a rhythm to the pounding surf, unchanging day to day
That tends to ease a troubled mind and take your blues away
Will you join me in a summer walk and be there at my side
Will you run with me into the water and swim against the tide
There's a bench out on the boardwalk, we can sit a while and talk
Then head back home together as we finish our summer walk.
In my sixteens I used to go to Rockaway Park
on the A train made famous by Armstrong's song,
it had rides, small restaurants and a clean beach...
there I got golden brown with lots of cappertone.
I looked more handsome in a tan that boys envied,
and flexing my sexy body, I seduced many girls.
Back then in the late sixties, gals who whistled
to get a boy's attention was considered rude,
had they lived today, it would have been quite normal...
has any woman winked at you when you walked
on the boardwalk or lay on a beach towel?
Don't be embarrassed because lifestyles change...
and we must change, if we ought to fit in!
Sometimes romance or flirting didn't come that easily,
with a long face I hopped on the train and viewed
the Jamaica Bay with its wild life unfolding before me...
the quietest place for a teenager who loved Nature;
and while many sunsets saw me spell-bound,
I hated to go back and live the mundane life,
but at least I had gotten an adorable tan and looked hot!
My completion is ruddy as Adam's was...what a healthy, attractive color!
It wont take much sunblock to get darker than those California guys...
what about the pretty girls seen on Baywatch? Pamela looks great in summer.
And crossing my fingers, I wish for one like that to excite my nights!
I sit alone in this house near the shore
Restoration and peace, myself to reach.
They told me of the psycho cat’s demise
What a relief it was to hear of that.
That horrific cat, it would hiss and spit
Waiting to pounce on and claw passers by.
Now I have some me time and will be fine
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine
I lived life on edge and was sleep deprived.
I now sing and dance, hoping for romance
The happiness I have yearned for so long.
There’s no finer place than beside the sea
To aid oneself in acquiring full health.
What is that I hear, now comes back my fear
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach.
22nd September 2020
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Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sand beach
As I step down, dig my feet in cool sand.
Fantastic sense till inebriated
Pleasing weaving movement arises, as
The label I hide on the wine bottle.
Empowering silence of moonlit night.
Goodnight moon and your self-isolation,
Goodnight stars surviving need to exist,
Goodnight everybody so desperate
Welcoming interaction, impending
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine.
Months of lock-down stress; does anyone care?
Droll song , in the silver wake of the moon
They told me of the psycho cat's demise.
9/28/2020
white foam builds on the edge of the sand
slowly washing away our footprints
the clouds roll in thick and heavy like wool
the rain starts pouring
drowning the hearts we drew just moments before
the waves grow tall like mountains crawling on water
darkening, swirling thrashing, dense; thrashing and ripping through the beams of the boardwalk
all at once.
wind racing through my hair
leaves dancing at my feet
I turn around
empty.
there's no one
nothing.
not a soul.
not a breath.
not even mine.
my lungs burn.
my legs vibrate.
my throat throbbing.
visions blurring.
ears ringing.
there's not a single bit of air left in the world is there?
my hands tingle: traces of you still lingering
comforting me in the midst of the cold
I can smell your musk.
I can hear your heartbeat outside of your body.
its fast.
its angry.
every breath i take feels like eternal flames have replaced the oxygen around me.
your eyes are dark and heavy like lead.
mine dart back and forth searching for something.
anything.
some sort of comfort.
but I'm lost at sea point nemo.
lost in the journey between filling my lungs and finding my hands.
funny enough when I do, they're in yours
like a lightkeeper spotting a boat stray on the growling hungry water.
you see the paleness that stole my complexion like a poor thief;
the sweat pooling in my palms and my eyes draining like someone pulled the plug on life.
your calm.
goosebumps mesh with my clothes and the sun falls from behind the clouds.
the sky a gleaming blue.
the sand is warm like knitted blankets across my feet.
my stomach unties the boy scout knots it threw itself into.
my arms and your body like magnets
I don't understand but I was never looking for understanding.
I just wanted it to stop.
where'd the storm go?
the world was just crashing moments ago
yet you seemed to pick it all up and placed each piece as precisely as it was before.
maybe the only air left comes from your mouth leaving me colliding begging for more.
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i have a feeling we arrived
remember the lumps
we are healed now
now let's go walking on the sand
remember when it was a dream
i have a feeling we arrived
remember the lacerations
we are healed now
now let's go strolling on the boardwalk
remember when it was an image
i have a feeling we arrived
remember the reimbursements
we are debt free now
now let's go get our feet wet in the ocean's salty sensation
remember when it was so distantly impossible
i have a feeling we arrived
remember the teardrops
we are in a happy place now
now let's go give thanks to the Lord our God
remember when the devil was savagely seducing us
Ava - I spoke to your half sister today.
She says it’s warm in Albuquerque. She tells you hello
and to please wish your mother, her step-mother,
a happy Mother’s Day on her behalf.
She asked me if you still look like her twin.
I said I simply don’t know.
Then she asked if I remembered our trip last year to Galveston
when the two of you, holding hands, danced on the pier.
Of course I do. In fact, I think about it
every single day (the same way I think about you).
I’ll never forget watching my two girls,
each the other’s half sister, who, when finally together,
painted the boardwalk with one complete giggle
that now completely splinters me and your sister, Lily, in two.
Turtle Memories
I am a turtle hatched from a shell
On a beach. I think, Atlantic City
Not born in a hospital, as that’s for people
So I leave to find the comfort of the sea
Safe in the company of my little army
There on the shore of sands I crawl
In armored green and flapping flippers as feet
Not to be defeated by the angry sea gulls
Screaming, scrambling for free meat
Dive bombing Kamikaze enemies rain down
Being picked off one by one is not an option
As we have numbers on our side to survive
Marching awkwardly toward death or freedom
On sands of white and peppered grains of gray
I stand for turtles everywhere with hunger
A slice of pizza would be nice
Or an ice cold sherbet to quench the thirst
But the boardwalk is so far away and hard to climb
I have no money in my pockets
I have no pockets as I’m reminded
Only memories of mommy
And she insists that I eat fishies
Because real estate on the Boardwalk was in great demand,
the company had to build on a small section of land.
The casino was fashioned in European multi-level style.
Management believed it had a winner all the while.
The waitresses wore the familiar bunny ears and cotton tails.
The ship was on the sea with the wind billowing the sails.
However, in no time, the ship would run aground.
The public didn’t like escalators and tight places management found.
The competition within the city proved too strong.
What appeared to be all the right moves changed into wrong.
Unsuccessful business operations is what the management got.
Today, the site of the hotel is just a vacant lot.
I STEP down from the boardwalk and into a land moved by the forces of the universe.
I feel the earth move under my feet as I walk on mountains crushed to grains of sand by these forces and the passing of time since the birth of planet Earth.
Ringing in my ears, beating in my heart, running through my veins - the thunder of an ancient drum as the ocean rises and falls to the will of the wind.
I mark my passing with footprints in the sand while my mind empties itself of everything but this moment.
I walk toward a purple line in the distance, yearning to know what is there...yearning to touch it.
I lean against a warm wind that blows away the ribbons from my hair and all the troubles of a world gone mad.
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Moment-by-moment... time becomes a thing of the past as I reach for that purple line.
On and on and on - I walk to the beat of that ancient drum - through the wind and ocean brine - through the setting of the sun - ON AND ON AND ON. Still, its seems I'm no closer to that line.
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As the moon begins to rise, I turn back.
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My morning footprints have all disappeared. The forces of the universe have erased every trace, I was ever here.
I STOP... and look up at the moon and all the uncountable stars that hang there ... motionless among the endless galaxies, over an ocean now at rest.
AND IN THIS MOMENT... I AM ONE WITH ALL THERE IS...AS I STARE INTO
THE FACE OF GOD.
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Written: February 17th, 2016
Elaine Cecelia George of Canada