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Alex Nelson Poem
It’s a little bit
After tomorrow
We’re leaving
We have to go soon
It’s noon and we’re
Feeling no sorrow
So set all the clocks
Back for always
Goodbyes and
No sighs just
A song
It’s wrong
How we know it
So quickly
The misses
And Mr.
So Long!
Like sunsets
And you bet
With manners
No plans
But we see you
And yet
We’re leaving
The meaning
Is after
With willows
That weep
While you
Slept
The street has
A sign
Like beginnings
The endings
Like pillows
That turn
You’ll learn
It’s the goodbyes
So often
That soften the
Sorrows that smiled
The miles is just
“Where are we going?”
Not knowing the
Mystery
The while
So tell me
“Hello”
With a heartache
We’ll make and then
We can go
To show us tomorrow
With whispers that
Borrow a reason
We’ll know
It’s always and
Everywhere
We like it
It gets so far
Then we cry
Like goodbye
I’m leaving tomorrow
If you know the reasons
Then why
Alex Nelson
Ohio
2020
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Alex Nelson Poem
Fate is not funny
It leaves lines on your face
The race is not set
In stone
Like in graves
And gravity calls
Place
Yet
It falls upon us
With flicker and flames
Then gone to remember
In moments
With names
Fate leaves you lonely
It’s echo no tears
With fears
All to bind you
The missing of years
Not nearer
Nor clearer
It's fate that is seen
In each with a day done
Yet not in a dream
You say you don’t see it
The bit and the brought
In the little while
Don’t smile
Its fate you
See sought
Fates then's a lesson
You see staring
At the door
More or less
It’s you
Don’t see
Me
That’s
Fate
Nothing more
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There's a ghost in the window, in the mirror down the hall. The recall has no reasons, the ghost likes them all. The terror’s in the teardrop, when the fall is not so fine. Yet listen, there's a fear way and the ghost will say, “It's Mine!”. Then past the ancient wall clock, the tick-tock takes a hold. The ghosts likes the seasons, yet it’s never growing old. Then “hear that?” hears no footsteps past the mirror looking mean. Yet, there is one who over time tells of two or three past in- between. The doors slam for no reason and the end is never near. Like tall tales, the ghost has bells and rings the phone with an “Oh dear!” Then “See that?” says “It's gone now!” and the ghost just wears a smile. Like “Come back and I'll be here!”, always in a little while. So “Bye now!” we're all leaving and the ghost just hides on cue. It likes the hallways, where the picture frames are few. There's a ghost in the mirror, never clearer when in sight. The ghost will say “That's Easy!”, just so friendly and It’s right. There’s a ghost in the window, in the mirror down the hall.
Ohio
2017
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What If Tomorrow was Forever? No good bye ends and friends still there. With OH That’s Rare and a Destiny Dare of a Forever Care. Then Tuesday will say See That I’m Gone and a Morn of Lights. No Reds. Your Head in a Shuttle Dance. No Last Chance Today. “YOU DIDN”T SAY THAT”. My Hat Please. Tips and no turns with: I’LL LEARN. Sooner and No Later than Forever. How Clever. My Watch Stopped. The Clock Strikes Three and There's ME! With NO Clues. The News Is OUT. Around we go, so slow AS THE WORLD TURNS. We are Young, Not Restless. Our age on no page. "Please Go To The Lobby.!" Our Hobby: Out the Door-There’s More. The Floor ME is a Sunset All Colors. No Views. The Hues all on Cue. Say Goodnight, Is Never Out OF SIGHT.. The Rights/NO Wrongs” YOU READ ME THAT!”. My HAT a Halo All Green and "Lean Against the Wall!". All Colors, Your Pick. Then a Kiss and Goodbye is ON HOLD. I TOLD YOU THAT. Let’s Go till Tomorrow is Forever. How Clever, Your Phone’s ALL Alone. Yesterday say YOU DON’T SAY. Come what May. And OH SO RARE. Day AFTER TOMMORROW. We’re Here and YOUR DEAR. You Don’t Say. Today is A Day Forever. After Tomorrow.
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Alex Nelson Poem
Stars will guide you
Hide you
Find you
Mind you
Stars will glisten
Listen fall
At a mark
For a hark
To call
Stars are ready
Reach to dream
Leave or listen
Part and seem
Stars to find you
Lose to see
Stars are ready
Next to be
Stars will settle
Aim to fall
Stars to find you
Next to stall
Miss and being
Clear to free
Stop to glisten
Near to see
Stars will find you
Guide you
Mind you
Stars will listen
Glisten fall
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IT’S SOMEWHAT LIKE THE WORD “DEFINED”
YOU CAN EVEN MAKE FOR IT A RYHME
IT LAST A WHILE, FOR A WINK, A SMILE
BUT IN TEAR TIME IT’S REALLY A CRIME
IT’S PUSH AND SHOVE TO HURT AND HIT
YET THE DIFFERENCES IS THE JUST A DAY
SO LIKE A RHYME IN SPACE AND TIME
IT’S TALK AND TALK TO SAY AND SAY
IT’S TEAR TIME MAN, DON’T TAKE A STAND
TO LET ALL THE BYGONES REALLY BE
THE DAILY GRIND WHERE YOU WON’T FIND
THE EYES TO HOLD NOR EVEN JUST TO SEE
IT’S TEAR TIME SIR, THE WORLD’S ON HOLD
FOR HANDS SO CLOSER TO THE TRUTH
SO FIND THE SPINE, BE BOLD TO FIND
TO TAKE BACK TEARS FROM YOUTH
IT’S TEAR TIME FRIEND, THE PULL IS “SHUSH’
IN THE DAILY’S THEY ALWAYS HAVE A WAY
THE TIMES, THE LINES, THE TALK SO FULL
OF “RUTH” AND “LESS’ TO ALWAYS SAY
IT’S LESS A VERB AND CAN BE ABSURD
BECAUSE THE NAPKIN CANNOT TELL
THE SHED, THE BLED, THE LEFT FOR DEAD
IN THE CINEMA WHISPER’S LEFT TO SELL
IT’S TEAR TIME HERE YET TEARS WILL END
FOR THOSE WHO SEE, WHO NEVER BEND
IN LETTING BY, IN ALL REASONS WHY
IN A HAND TO CRY JUST FOR A FRIEND
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I got a call from
'Who's Who" today
Like I'm Somebody
Not a bore
To find out
For manageable
Money
I could be
Someone
Big plus
More
So I took
A bit of
A swollen head
To find a direction
Down lesser lane
To find
A future
Even now
Away from
A Successful
Same
I'll make call
At concern
For drift
Of hopes to
Really care
A steady step
At a better bet
At a daily decrease
Dare
So if you get
A call
A check
Like a lottery
Made to win
Just stay away
From ambitions
Debt to find
Success
Not made
of Tin
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Two flights
Of fancy
No Nancy
Not Drew
He's on the
Other side
Of a picture
You knew
Far away
You forgot
To tell
The well's
Never there
Like a wrong
In a witness
Of a thirst
For a care
No then's
Another day
You will or
You won't
Then there's
A better part
Of I will
And I don't
So goes
The story
No sorry
I'll say
Just adust
For a little while
For afar and
Away
Gone with
A let me
Down
Your sure
But your not
Its me with
Two hands
For a hold
With a shot
Two flights
Of fancy
I'm antsy
You see
Yet my first is
A second glance
Of a peace
That's for
For me
June 2020
Ohio
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Sometimes I felt like my life was an Etch a Stretch.
The catch, you'll color in the lines. Past fine, Ok which way is
up. The cup of blessing and still I'm stuck. No news on paper,
it's all I had. Then there's that part where you don't feel sad.
No need to linger with "don't look back". The there's a whistle
of trains on track. Like whisper, wonder and why your gone.
The song's all static, still I sing along.To make it further, I'll "fill
in the time". Like a lullaby or a nursery rhyme. It's why I do this
and pretend to care. All the while, the windows bare. Then see
me sorry, with no more tears. And pass me bye with all the years.
For B-
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Life doesn't end
When life ends
Life is a win
A window
A score
Death has
A door
No more
Death is
An empty
A less than
Stare
Life is so
Rare
Has a more
In store
Has a way
A see
Death has
No hold
A flee
Life has
A way
Death and
Life
Door and
Store
For a score
A scar
Death has
No bar
No claim
Life has
A hold
A name
A way
To see
Death
To be
Life
To me
Alex Nelson
2014
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