Long Nexts Poems
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He so sensational
Handsome as a dove
Body built like bricks
Superficial
Blew a kiss in the air
it hit the cloud and
Next min I know here
comes the thunders and the blue rain
I did not have a clue on what to do
When the blue rain touch my body
Something I never felt before
But it felt good
As the blue rain hit my body
As I stood in the in the middle of the street
Full of laughter and joy
Screaming I am in love
I am in love
The blue rain felt good as it touch my body
Something I never experience before
But its a train that I don’t want to miss the nexts time
it comes threw
Choo Choo
All a board
Yes here it comes the blue rain something that I don’t want to miss
The nexts time it comes threw
Iam in love with blue rain
Iam in love with the blue rain
You would to be in love with the blue rain
If you knew what it felt like
It’s Monday or Tuesday; I’m making a date
By email, by phone or by text
And Friday’s the day that I want to relate
So my spouse says, “Which one?” I say NEXT.
But next Friday, to him, is a few days away
And that isn’t the one that I meant,
For that one is THIS Friday and, to his dismay,
My annoyance is quite evident.
See, in Brooklyn, our THISSES and NEXTS we all knew
With no reason to thus clarify.
If I said, “Meet next Friday,” I understood you
Would just nod or say yes in reply.
Since it seems that not everyone has this in hand
I will spell it the best I know how.
THIS implies that the date coming up, understand,
Is the one in the same week as now.
But when you’re talking NEXT, check your calendar page.
I assure you the date you will find
Is the one after THIS one has been center stage
And the week has left mem’ries behind.
I don’t get the confusion; it’s simple as pie
Though my husband thinks I’m off my gourd.
Still, at least in New York, I can kind of see why
THIS and NEXT is a double-edged sword.
...
Secondly
a second lay
a second lied with a lei
of flowers around its neck
just made up a seconds nexts
Part c) me make a hammock
for a worn out see
seas do they sea me
Frankly without thawt ha thought
glitter bunny dusting
with the strand of light
make dance
for a tendrils dri[p
Part in fin
i tee hee
Look at the shinee shiny
Vote to make it shoop
I could be you
but all of us in here
don't want to be me
i like to talk to you
as if we ar really their there
take tour pick
your axe any tool
im the fool wait would you like tea
i know your gninrut
i grin pleases watch your st
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the exits
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now th e in hammmock lies
and the m came for a look
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I am not a religious being
Yet, l believe when we leave this earth
We go to another realm
A better place , an awaited place of worth
A place where we reunite with our earth loved ones
As l find it totally hard to conceive
That we love so long and intensely as humans
And its just ends when we leave
A place of unseen beauty
Of an unknown peace, comfort ,tranquility
A place of pure love and kindness
Where from pain and woes we are free
Perhaps, l just want to believe this
To feel the solace we all seek
When the thoughts of actually dying
Leaves us fearful, sorrowful, bleak
Believing we will meet our earthly loved ones again
Makes death that little bit less overwhelming
Comforts and soothes our souls
For our arrival at the next dwelling
Perhaps this place is called Heaven
Though of that l am unsure
I would really like to think it is
Will only know ….when knocking on the nexts realm door!