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On the New Jersey Shore, there is Ocean City.
It has a boardwalk that looks so pretty.
Whole families enjoy a day in the sun.
There is so much to do for some summer fun.
There are restaurants and shops galore.
There are amusement park rides, and plenty more.
You can buy fudge, salt water taffy, and cotton candy.
All of it tastes so sweet and dandy.
This town is some splendid vacation turf.
You have the sun, the sand, and some salty surf.
This place has an ideal first-class beach.
From Philly and New York, it’s within reach.
However, here is one fact no one will deny:
Ocean City is a town that is dry.
There is no place to get a shot or a beer.
If you want to drink, you cannot stay here.
To get some booze, you have to go away.
Hop on the bridge, and go across the bay.
A town is there that has many a drinking joint.
This other place is known as Somers Point.
Wait! Wait! Slow down, time.
Try moving like a snail for once.
How quickly you drain your sand
As soon as the hourglass flips upside down.
Knock it flat; keep it horizontal, for once!
You shake me wide awake early morning,
Then you sprint off like Cheetah at full speed.
I need you to stand at ease; linger long enough
For me to at least savor all golden moments
With my better half before I walk out the door.
Slow down the ticking hand of the clock, time.
Stop drifting away with the evanescent clouds
And chasing after every gust of wind!
When will you learn to co-operate?
When parallel lines merge at infinity?
Wait for me. Just wait! Why not try walking?
I wish to put away my worn-out running shoes
Allow me to keep up with your supersonic speed
Pause the morning buses and trains
I drop things sprinting to hop on!
Let me catch up and let's stroll down
The footpath in the vernal meadow of life.
Let the world match you step by step.
Extend the halcyon days of summer
You move much too fast, you devil you!
Hold up! Can I at least get sick
Before I die? Work with me, time.
Where are you always hurrying off to?
I really wish you could crawl...
Just like a snail, very slowly.
Date written: 12/23/2020
I dreamt that I went swimming,
Into the deep blue sea
And from nowhere appeared a mermaid,
That had swum right next to me
The next thing I remembered,
She had pulled me underneath,
Into a cave, where it was dark,
Well below the coral reef
She had opened up my vest,
And she dropped a pearl inside
And then she said, "Hop on my tail...
You're going for a ride."
She had taken me to a shipwreck,
On the ocean's floor
And she wanted me to go with her,
As she pointed to a door
So, then we swam inside the door,
And she guided me to some jewels
That long ago, were thrown overboard,
By some drunken pirate fools
She then pointed to the pearl,
That she had stuck inside my vest
And wanted me to take it out,
And return it with the rest
As soon as I returned the pearl,
The mermaid lost her tail
Then just like that, she walked the aisle with me,
And she was wearing a white veil
The next night when I had fallen asleep,
I was as happy as can be
Because I dreamt about that mermaid; again
And this time...she had married "Me"
LOVE’S APPLE RED LIPS
At night the horse appeared dark.
It stared like a dead man -
perhaps into the pit itself.
During the day - -
Up and down, he would go,
and children would hang on.
Mysteriously, the devil himself
unassembled the amusement ride.
Tired and bored he went home.
The horse lay on his side -
as if suffering, ailing, in a
cardboard box green with mold.
One day the devil arose,
after resting in fire and gloom,
and spied a couple in love.
The serpent began to whisper in
Eve’s ear, for he loved her name, for
great harm, he inflicted her namesake.
Like the Eve before her, curiosity drew her.
Evil pointed to the old cardboard box,
and she inclined her ear too closely.
“We must put this carousel back together!”
Her beaux thought her a bit too excited,
but he pulled out his tools, Adam once again fooled.
That night the horse stared straight through Adam.
He shivered. He dreamed. He shook it off.
“Hop on the horse,” said she.
Not wanting to disappoint, he climbed way too high.
She loved his new prominent spot, elevated above the park.
“You look so regal! All the guys will be jealous!”
Eve never spoke to him this way. It scared him a bit.
“Tally-ho!” She said as she released the lever.
“Won’t you join me, Eve?”
He thought he heard a hiss! Shook it off!
His imagination galloped.
Up and down, round and round.
Like the first bite of an apple,
he felt a crunch, almost like a hickey kiss
“Eve, I’ve been bit!”
“Adam, don’t be silly! Enjoy the ride!”
He seemed to sleep after a couple rounds.
Eve thinks he must be comfortable now.
So in love, Eve - with her gorgeous golden hair,
her apple red lips, her childbearing hips.
She comes to her senses too late.
Adam slides to the ground.
She shuts the old ride down.
Eve runs to his side.
The horse has turned pale with envy.
His eyes on fire as Adam’s stare into eternity.
Eve’s tears burn and sting like hell itself.
She hears a laugh emit
from the horse’s mouth
sounding something like a hiss.
4/7/2017
Nayda’s Urban Legend Contest
From: urbanlegendsonline.com/the-merry-go-round
What a two-year period we communicate, it
could have been you, yeah, you, Your
presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day,
you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or
614, To the world of life, revived and anew.
For two good years, you invigorated me,
With witty and easy-going conversations,
Talking to you brought charm and cheer, In the
morning rush, and now and then evening
commute.
Your tee-hee, so infectious and bright, Turned
mundane mornings into pure fruition. As the
city rushed past in a blur, Your words were a
comfort, a gentle stir.
In those fleeting moments, chance
bestowed, Your energy, like the morning
sun glowed. On my commute, my limbs
grew strong, Like gazelles on the Savanna,
swift and long.
Your essence is a spark to the sensual, on
the bus, where life’s not the same. You
resonate, my mornings no longer pearly, With
you, the journey’s worth the stay.
Every morning, the anticipation grew, To see
your smile, to hear something new. Your
insights, like a beacon, guided my way,
Turning a simple bus ride into a glorious new
day.
In the crowded bus, a bright beacon Guided me
through dawn’s first light. Your laughter, a
melody in the air, Turns the grind into a
dance fair.
On the 644/614, our paths align, for great
impact, You breathe flow within me, glowing the
morning rush hour. You breathe life into
the daily grind of mine, For your presence, I find my
stride, With gazelle’s grace, I take the ride.
So here’s to you, the life you bring, A song
of mornings, your praise I sing. On this
journey, you are the light, Guiding me
through each morning’s flight.
Green snail discovered the tiny robot lost in the grass.
The only other who had spoken was a deep water bass.
Hop on, and I will take you to your people snail told him.
The robot was shy, but decided to do it on a little whim.
The robot was glad for a ride that never seemed to be over.
At this rate how long would it be to get back to Planet Dover?
Feeling less lonely and afraid, robot did wish snail was faster.
I don’t know where Dover is, snail admitted. Want to see the master?
The master was an owl who said he could get him as high as a tree.
Where robot sat for centuries, waiting for his alien space ship to see…
But they did not come, and he wished he was back with the green snail.
He did not like this earth where people only came outside for the mail.
(Yo Bone hits the Mic, lights dim) soulful Urban Funk/ Ain't no genre/ it's a feeling/ Downtempo Swing beats lovers in tight/
Lo-Fi whispers through the city's roar, Urban Pop shimmers, not for ghetto listeners, that’s for sure/
Soulful Hip-Hop, on a hot summer day, Breaks in the beat, gotta have it your way/ Sliced audio loops/ fragments of dreams, Mo' funk and groove please/ The groove Dr. Samples up Hip Hop, Soul Jazz soooo sweet/ Ready to be chopped/ a sonic treat/
Sliced, stretched, and pitched/ a kaleidoscope sound/ Dig it, baby,/ shake her booty round/ Man, it's a funky swingin' affair/ you feel it in your soul/ From Harlem rooftops to a downtown pop-up nite club/. Hey rhythm people, let me hear you shout! Culture clash, no room for doubt!/
The Hip Hop sound of New York Jazz City/you may ask, is the world safe for the groove child? Pity, anyone who can't feel the funky bass, hitting your chest make you funkin’ in the streets a hydrant spray not in your way/ Wah Wah guitar crying in this urban space/
Horns blaze bright/ a Milky Way of sexy vocals ignites a deep desire/ My girlfriend gets freaky nasty, she can't deny, the sexy club sounds reaching for the sky/
Funky acid fresh latin disco/
Oh yeah, baby! Smokin' a joint fresh out of the gig/
Da funk is high, Yo, nuff said, it's understood, this music voyage, forever good is not over …understood?
waltz blazing sirens from shores of the frosted tomorrow
just look around and behold everything that makes our souls distant
l’existence est ailleurs! my negatively dear Clementine
in this omnipotent Babylon of boredom whoredom
where our shapes slowly turn shadowless
turning in their dreamless sleep
glide around our glacier home
and we follow the fireflies among the languorous joshua trees
into the land of dandy lions and burning monks
into the tinfoil country of cowboys riding the giant amoebas
feverish orchids on the horizon where the fire alarm is always on
so run & hop on the railroad to false paradise
where we will dance alone and leave footprints in the garden
leave footprints on every rooftop
then walk up the clock tower to the ghost of a friendly lamp-lighter
who will help us from within to banish the darkening
and light up our own dungeons of blood candy splendour
as multiple painted phantoms of Van Gogh’s ear
listen to the foghorn music of pallid depths
in our much adored papier-maché sea shell mansion
our lovely cul-de-sac, stellar and crystalline, vanishing on a rota basis
standing in still life as a crescent groom, as graves on the Moon
opening the frontiers for a cosmis octopus, a zealot, a hypocrite
headless and worshipping the order of the howling iris
which makes our nosebleed grow longer like shadows do at dusk
and that’s when I love to unwind that brass hair
of your golden-haired psyche
Took the hop-on, hop-off boat
To Skansen in the cold,
An open-air museum
Worth the visit, we were told.
We wandered 'round and stopped inside
Old farmsteads, barns and school
Where guides in olden costumes
Told the history, so cool.
Varieties of animals,
From ponies, goats and cows
Were there to see as well as
Nordic wolves and moose a'browse.
From there we went to Abba,
A museum filled with song;
Watched videos and naturally
Did dance and sing along.
Another boat to Old Town
And the Christmas market crowd,
Then watched a candy maker work,
Where everyone was wowed.
Stopped briefly in a Blues club
Where we listened, packed in tight,
To a band on board to usher
All its fans into the night.
Up next, a lovely dinner
In a cozy local place
Where they found a little table
So some tourists they'd embrace.
At last, we made our way back
To our room in the hotel,
On streets that by day 3 we can
Maneuver pretty well.
Tomorrow will be easy
For we've learned our way around.
It's a pity, though, that Monday
We'll be flying homeward bound.
You’re going as far as I throw you,
Soon as I jumped off the porch, I was Goku.
Soon as I knew you were a fan, I was for you
gets real like a gender reveal, I adore you.
Hole-in-one, I do this for the sport,
Get me a deal, never get a divorce.
Hop on the beat, I’ma leave in a Porsche,
High as a plane, need a plain Jane.
All in your raps is the same thing,
Tote guns? I got more stories
Than Forrest Gump got the potion.
The devil emojis, you send them to me how I get them so often?
When I'm getting top, I'm with Jocelyn.
I’ma start from the bottom, but I'm getting all of it.
Can’t see me, I’m behind tint.
I ain't going to catch no attempt.
I ain't vibin' with an itch,
I will never be a simp.
I’m pulling green like I’m pushing the OG,
Dismiss all these hoes, leave 'em lonely.
I gotta move, I ain’t posted.
I got G.O.D. with me, keep it on me.
The bigger the opponent, the harder they falling.
I’m obviously on one I always get off it.
I got a bone to pick who I’m rolling with?
Loyalty more I ain’t got no friends.
Only play pretend who you dancing with?
Get a nasty twist every time that you on a trip.
I be talking 'bout life is a bitxh,
Never tit for tat I ain’t got time for that.
I be laughing every time I hit the gas,
What you know 'bout me getting a chick with an ass?
Every time you miss me, it's like skipping a class.
Yeah, weight the track I give it motion.
Left her on read, no emotion.
Chasing the bread I be boasting.