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Belinda Nelson Poems
You do not shout at yourself If you are keeping you From your work From your passions
Daffodils, Calm astray, And do I feel? Do I feel that there are bats in the belfry?
My Grandfather Was a Funny Man
My grandfather was a funny man Transatlantic and so sure of love in it My grandfather was a boxing man Mute by means of prying his corporate rib cage apart
For an Otter
Three Years: I am to always be here with you. Even the days I was not (you were not) Sufficed by the many hes or shes, lips for kissing Or maybe, just once, settled for sweetness
Constant Upset Stomach
Constant upset stomach when will I be Some diseased lover Telephone wire tight-rope walking Drunkenly publicized to pals
Do not believe That you love me More than your grandmother More than yourself
A friend just the early 21st century Sweating bruised polygraph nerves Breathing in the pollen in aching waterline His grounding fists of 1954
Spirits of Art on Buildings
The gross whole: You and I, the gays who influence media, Russian Czars, Vicar Apostolic envoys, Beatnik Ingenuity, The romantics Will all gather for we have surely lived! Spirited away
If I knew how to do anything But love you, I wouldn't want to For how river listening with you is mint chocolate chip ice cream
Everything After, No Matter What
Oh mi, oh my Oh mi, oh my! How long it's been, and I, Falling asleep to the sound,
On Days of Grace
Isn't there Some ground, a glue? As the afternoon must eventually chill Then whose virtues will rest with mine? Some Zofran, of course!
Comments about Belinda Nelson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
You do not shout at yourself
If you are keeping you
From your work
From your passions
From scrambled eggs
Drenched in Tabasco
I still refuse to touch
With a fork
You do not come home
L o o s e n
You do not button
Change your socks
Who cares where you've stepped
You're in the company of your own breath!
I adore you - don't make me laugh
You are not the good church going boy!
You undressed all the good church going girls!
You did not understand what it was to have nothing