Submissions by connienelson
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i dont really have and catagory prefrence i just write the way i feel and what i know
A Nelson thing
i am short and sweet
i love to eat
but dont gain an once
make me mad i will pounce
some say i am crazy
some say lazy
i am simple
with smile and dimple
i like Hank William Senior
ain't that a humdinger
i try to sing
but it has no ring
i can be loud
often times my heads in cloud
i have been call a bitch
with an ugly switch
if you dont like me
so why the hell
are you talkin to me
guess i'd better let it be.
if you dont like the way i live
so its my live.
i am stubborn
as mule
this a Nelson thing.
i love to eat
but dont gain an once
make me mad i will pounce
some say i am crazy
some say lazy
i am simple
with smile and dimple
i like Hank William Senior
ain't that a humdinger
i try to sing
but it has no ring
i can be loud
often times my heads in cloud
i have been call a bitch
with an ugly switch
if you dont like me
so why the hell
are you talkin to me
guess i'd better let it be.
if you dont like the way i live
so its my live.
i am stubborn
as mule
this a Nelson thing.
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tiny angel
Doctor she's dead,
look at her head,
the baby just born lies still
nurse take a pill
the doctor shouts,
the nurse has her doubts.
Gentlely he lays the baby face down
smack right on the butt.
The mother frowns,
the baby crys
the mother's tear drys.
They take the baby to the crib,
hoping she will live.
Next to her another little one
with one lung and barely alive
looked like he would not survive.
he had one ear,
and could barely hear.
Nor cry
the tiny girl gave it try
the tiny girl would cry for him.
One night...
look at her head,
the baby just born lies still
nurse take a pill
the doctor shouts,
the nurse has her doubts.
Gentlely he lays the baby face down
smack right on the butt.
The mother frowns,
the baby crys
the mother's tear drys.
They take the baby to the crib,
hoping she will live.
Next to her another little one
with one lung and barely alive
looked like he would not survive.
he had one ear,
and could barely hear.
Nor cry
the tiny girl gave it try
the tiny girl would cry for him.
One night...
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