Shelby Poems - Poems about Shelby

here we careen through the scheme riding the vortex of the american dream seen behind the blind scenes in hiding keep fighting the design on the frontlines. the career of a degenerative peer is not measured by how they appear or adhere the commandeer of said steer, as long as they down beer and disappear. clear as this fixates the mistake of the...

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I find myself lost in thought Reminiscing back to when we were kids And damn how I miss the old days But I know this life will never be that way again Crawling in and out of bedroom windows Not daring to even try one of the doors I remember that time we passed out And your mom caught...

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Sweet Shelby, so it's been one spin around the sun for us Here's to hungry you helping have hamburgers (obviously there was too many) Emptying the trash when there was no more room (clearly there wasn't any) Licking up leftovers laying on the ground (even though you spilt them there) Barrell rolling in poop at the park (a good...

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This hound She bounds around Sniffs her snout all about Roll through green springs and long dead things Too far out to hear a whistle or shout Tongue lolling to the side drooling New smell! Follow new route Nose to the ground This hound...

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Every morning I awake at the dawn, my head full of misty dreams. For a few blissful seconds, my brain's on sorn, before the silent scream. There's no comforting weight upon my hip, or on my chest or hip. I hear, "Good morning, darling," leave my lips, but the words now fall like lead. Sometimes I'm sure I hear a ghostly reply. Sometimes I'm...

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All Shelby F. Zeus wanted was a may-apple plant. One to call her own, one to call her Mommy or Aunt. Shelby loved its succulent yellow lemon shaped fruit. Not realizing this is what always made her toot. We’d guess she was coming by the aroma in the air. Shelby F. Zeus is on her way, we’d yell, without a...

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Little Shelby was a precocious 8 year old, and delightfully cute, When I taught her to read music and to play the flute. She was a red-haired little beauty, that would melt the heart, She was like the perfect little child, a real sweetheart! She was gifted and a delight with her inquisitive mind. It’s not often you run into...

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From your origins in California, you gained amounts of popularity. No matter where your travels would take you, success would always seem to be close by. Receiving a guitar when you were young, destiny became a life of music. A God-given angelic voice we hear. Each recording is a sweet, simple tune. Yes, you had an angel on your shoulder. That angel has...

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Having you so young made me a mother My love for you compares to no other. We’ve shared in heartache and we’ve shared in pain But the happiness and love will always remain. You are unique, you make me proud The light inside you shines through a crowd. Your hopes and dreams inspire me Your souls so beautiful like the deep blue...

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You came to us in the spring A beautiful time of year We were all so very happy To finally have you here. An adorable little baby A head of black hair wild We were all so very proud Of our little Indian child. You were always such fun Could never get enough of you Such a happy little girl You never seemed to be blue. Now...

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