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 problems need a maven
This is where I need to be
There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.
But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea
I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.
I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.
I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.
Categories:
new jersey, america, friend, ocean, places,
Form: Lyric
stars & stripes banner
over police transit desk -
railroad sparrow hides
Categories:
new jersey, bird,
Form: Haiku
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
Categories:
new jersey, humor,
Form: Limerick
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 and pain.
She brushes my cheek, water drips into my mouth,
the afterglow of Her teeth on my body.
With a gently blown kiss, She flies.
Categories:
new jersey, desire, sexy,
Form: Free verse
Said the terrorist,
Terrorized and
radicalized by what the mind dictates.
Spreads it’s evil into the eyes,
stares into arrogance
justifies presumptuous actions
and forces you to comply.
Did I not think?
Once done,
irreversible these actions?
But no,
this rude bravado
assumes it carries the weight of God.
Who am I to dictate such ignorance?
They do on to me and so I do unto them?
Revenge?
For whom?
Did God ask you to take revenge?
No that is of your choice.
I chose my actions.
The devil speaks into both ears,
into your eyes,
into your visions,
into your hands,
into everything you do.
You become the devil’s advisory,
a chilling killer.
Think again!
God is not on your side!
Why do we do what we do?
our infectious mind
spreads through the eyes,
motivate our visions
till we comply.
© Al. Juman The "said" Poet 7/7/2016
Categories:
new jersey, anger, dark, evil, horror,
Form: Free verse
New Jersey State, New Jersey State Police,
we came with guns and excitement in our
skins and uniforms, the guy had a beef with
time and the unions and the bosses and his
life in general, New Jersey State, New Jersey
State police, we came with our training and
our talk-down skills but he didn’t want to talk
and shot two local cops down, he shot two local
cops down, so we figured he didn’t want to talk,
he didn’t want to talk, especially to the New Jersey
State Police, or a counsellor or Mother Teresa or the
Pope or the union bosses and he shot out a gas cannister
and it blew him up and trapped his legs and that’s how
we caught him with his legs caught up and all and we the
New Jersey State Police arrested him and the judge sent
him to jail for a long time a long time a long time.
Categories:
new jersey, community, conflict,
Form: Free verse
with cloven hooves and bat-like wings
he waits for her as sunset paints the sky
a much-feared societal outcast
communes each night with his only love
here on the Atlantic Ocean
where waves sweep worries away
she glides gently to the rock jetty
hears a song that reaches only her ears
how such a beautiful creature
finds joy with a being so dreaded
has been a mystery since 1870
she sees not his unsightly frame
but lingers on every word he sings
his song saddens her
salty tears fall from her eyes
the sea grows deeper with every drop
only a mermaid can sense his pain
his loneliness she shares
*”Sightings included one in 1870 by a Long Beach fisherman who said he saw
the Jersey Devil serenading a mermaid.” – From the New Jersey Historical Society
http://www.jerseyhistory.org/legend_jerseydevil.html
Categories:
new jersey, history, loneliness, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Along the shore in New Jersey,
just about in the middle of Ocean County,
stands a proud and pleasant community.
The boardwalk at Seaside Park was a place to see.
With the surf, the beach, and the warm sunshine,
visitors could enjoy a day so fine.
This used to be a nice spot for a vacation.
However, their boardwalk has suffered devastation.
Most stores have been destroyed in a conflagration.
The fire started in an ice cream parlor somehow.
Charred ruins and ashes are all that is left now.
The town never fully recovered from a storm last year.
Seaside Park must find a way to persevere.
from a local news story
Categories:
new jersey, fire, loss,
Form: Rhyme
New Jersey was just a pass through state
From Boston to Myrtle Beach
Just a turnpike in our rear view mirror
Before the final destination we could reach
We never gave her a second thought
Only stopped to get some gas
Every time they said we couldn’t pump it ourselves
This would make us start to laugh
Then one year we were bit by the gambling bug
And decided to give Atlantic City the college try
And discovered a whole coast of Jersey shore
Much more pleasant to a young man’s eye
One summer we fancied a canoe trip
And floated down the Water Gap
We never knew that there was so much beauty
Residing on the western side of the Jersey map
We began exploring other exits on the Turnpike
As the years started slipping by
Always amazed by the adventures that greeted us
With each new vacation we gave a try
When my career path lead to the Big Apple
New Jersey welcomed me in her home
I quickly made so many friends here
That I never felt I was alone
I now live in the Garden State
That a million others just drive through
I am sure many more would enjoy it here
If her diversity they only knew
Categories:
new jersey, places, , western,
Form: Rhyme
What does it mean to me
New Jersey
It means smell and warmth
iI……. oops wrong sort of Jersey
Here we go start again …….
Was the home of the Lenape Indians
Till the Dutch and Swedes came their way
Followed by the British who named
It after a channel island off the UK
Was the home of many a battle
Including the American revolutionary war
Who tried to oust the British rabble
Not such an easy chore
New Jersey has many counties
21 was the latest score
Morris County was indeed a pleasant one
Rich in tradition and folk lore
THEN
Theirs Atlantic and Bergen, Burlington too
Camden, Cape May, Cumberland to name but a few
Essex, Gloucester and Hudson come next in line
Hunterdon, Mercer and Middlesex are doing just fine
Monmouth, Morris and Ocean is that enough
Pacific, Salem and Somerset I am now out of puff
Sussex, Union and Warren …….That is New Jersey
Categories:
new jersey, places, home, home,
Form: Rhyme
New Jersey is the type of place
Where you pay more and more
As you get older
While simultaneous the value
Of experiences grow less and less
Until one day
You're in a nursing home IV strapped
Sipping apple juice and leaking in a bed pan
Categories:
new jersey, introspection, travel,
Form: Free verse
In the South New Jersey town of Stratford
grew a southern black oak tree.
It’s now a lifeless stump.
Categories:
new jersey, life, nature,
Form: Kimo
Shellfish at high prices are what the fish store sells.
People pay a lot for those scrawny hard shells.
Catchers flock to the waters of the Jersey Shore.
They go to catch those blue claws they adore.
You see people with their wire mesh traps and string.
Crabbers are at bridges looking to get something.
They throw the traps into the water over the side.
Along the bottoms of the inlets is where the crustaceans hide.
Crabs turn red only while they cook.
A greenish-brown color is how they naturally look.
New Jersey folks think the crabs taste quite good.
There is no need to go to Maryland. Crabs are right in the neighborhood.
Categories:
new jersey, food, travel
Form: Rhyme
mom's heart a given
grand ma's charity does count
presently up there
Categories:
new jersey, art,
Form: Haiku
rock n roll lifestyle
after a while,the lights go
new york,new york please!!
Categories:
new jersey, art,
Form: Haiku
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