HarryKelly - Hello Poetry

its that kind of day the kind of day where you want to jump out of your skin when nobody understands you nobody listens nobody cares you cant get your point across and when you do its met with one of those blank stares which almost make you want to slap them to see if they are human. they may not be, hard to tell these days. its the type of day where you know there can not be a god no god could be this sick. to sit up there wathing this. and let you feel this way. let you get treated like this. and if there is a god you have a littany of complaints like where were you whenI really needed you when you had that horrible mess to deal with but you did it got through it on your own good thing you had yourself you only got stronger if you got through that....now you can deal with anything you are god or maybe God did help either way Suddenly the day does not seem so bad. Its a good day .

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Jan 4

Jan 4, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC

That kind of day.

its that kind of day the kind of day where you want to jump out of your skin when nobody understands you nobody listens nobody cares you cant get your point across and when you do its met with one of those blank stares which almost make you want to slap them to see if they are human. they may not be, hard to tell these days. its the type of day where you know there can not be a god no god could be this sick. to sit up there wathing this. and let you feel this way. let you get treated like this. and if there is a god you have a littany of complaints like where were you whenI really needed you when you had that horrible mess to deal with but you did it got through it on your own good thing you had yourself you only got stronger if you got through that....now you can deal with anything you are god or maybe God did help either way Suddenly the day does not seem so bad. Its a good day .

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The end of an era. …. If these walls could talk….. there are certain places Places that come alive just before the moon reflects brightest And out come the creatures of the night Until the cranes and wrecking ***** put an end to the parties full of passion and misery Fueled by fuel from Mexico and now China and the occasional trailer which escapes explosion in the Arizona desert And just like the destruction of the rainforest A different sort of habitat, yet one just as natural is destroyed Where do these creatures go ? In a country Where adapting and social jockeying has become harder and harder. At least from the bottom. Everything is harder from the bottom. Just ask someone who’s there. But somehow nature finds a way to survive and a place to go And Like the barnacles and clams taking over the great lakes so come to plagues on Massachusetts Avenue. Development . Progress. The incandescent red light bulb just went extinct on US 1

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Jan 12, 2024

Jan 12, 2024 at 1:56 AM UTC

End of the line for Town Line Inn Motel

The end of an era. …. If these walls could talk….. there are certain places Places that come alive just before the moon reflects brightest And out come the creatures of the night Until the cranes and wrecking ***** put an end to the parties full of passion and misery Fueled by fuel from Mexico and now China and the occasional trailer which escapes explosion in the Arizona desert And just like the destruction of the rainforest A different sort of habitat, yet one just as natural is destroyed Where do these creatures go ? In a country Where adapting and social jockeying has become harder and harder. At least from the bottom. Everything is harder from the bottom. Just ask someone who’s there. But somehow nature finds a way to survive and a place to go And Like the barnacles and clams taking over the great lakes so come to plagues on Massachusetts Avenue. Development . Progress. The incandescent red light bulb just went extinct on US 1

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Goodbye Bottle Bandit What a face she had . Shaped like a heart with a heart shaped mouth with the most beautiful head of hair you ever saw. underneath it all a fragile, beautiful soul She was funny she was classy. She was smart She was the kind of woman who would force homemade cheesecake on you and things us swamp Yankees had never heard of - like artichoke gnocchis She was mine for a while, or I was hers you could never really own a girl like that. And I know she loved me. But Jim beam and jack Daniels were the real men in her life Only now do I understand Something I could never understand Something nobody should understand How a girl Buddy Cianci once said was the most beautiful girl in Providence Died alone sitting upright on a couch. One of her men in her hand. There were men in the past who are used her and abused her I don’t wish them ill but I don’t wish them well She once said that her mother was her only friend I said “what about me?” What about you? She said. I’m your friend . No, you’re my man . I was proud to be . Until those two southern boys edged me out. Truth is I’ll never understand Neither does her mother I hope nobody understands . I don’t wanna live in a world where people understand that kind of thing . Bottle bandit . My bottle bandit.

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Jan 9, 2024

Jan 9, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC

Goodbye Bottle Bandit

Goodbye Bottle Bandit What a face she had . Shaped like a heart with a heart shaped mouth with the most beautiful head of hair you ever saw. underneath it all a fragile, beautiful soul She was funny she was classy. She was smart She was the kind of woman who would force homemade cheesecake on you and things us swamp Yankees had never heard of - like artichoke gnocchis She was mine for a while, or I was hers you could never really own a girl like that. And I know she loved me. But Jim beam and jack Daniels were the real men in her life Only now do I understand Something I could never understand Something nobody should understand How a girl Buddy Cianci once said was the most beautiful girl in Providence Died alone sitting upright on a couch. One of her men in her hand. There were men in the past who are used her and abused her I don’t wish them ill but I don’t wish them well She once said that her mother was her only friend I said “what about me?” What about you? She said. I’m your friend . No, you’re my man . I was proud to be . Until those two southern boys edged me out. Truth is I’ll never understand Neither does her mother I hope nobody understands . I don’t wanna live in a world where people understand that kind of thing . Bottle bandit . My bottle bandit.

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Another Night Here Yelling in the Hallway Can’t make all the words Never can when they are drunk A knife was involved And a chain of some sort Cops come They are pleading their cases Pleading their sides Cops patiently listening He pulled knife on me She’s a ***** Sir please calm down He’s a drunk He stole my chain Now I get the picture I’m peeking out I’m a peeker Goes on for a bit Ma’am Did he hit you He pulled a knife I was cutting something Sir did you pull a knife on her No He threatened me Did you threaten her I threatened to throw her out It’s his place When this is figured out things calm down Cops leave She stays She just wanted to be heard She just wanted to be loved He just wanted to be left alone Don’t we all. Don’t we all.

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Sep 18, 2018

Sep 18, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC

Left Alone

Another Night Here Yelling in the Hallway Can’t make all the words Never can when they are drunk A knife was involved And a chain of some sort Cops come They are pleading their cases Pleading their sides Cops patiently listening He pulled knife on me She’s a ***** Sir please calm down He’s a drunk He stole my chain Now I get the picture I’m peeking out I’m a peeker Goes on for a bit Ma’am Did he hit you He pulled a knife I was cutting something Sir did you pull a knife on her No He threatened me Did you threaten her I threatened to throw her out It’s his place When this is figured out things calm down Cops leave She stays She just wanted to be heard She just wanted to be loved He just wanted to be left alone Don’t we all. Don’t we all.

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She stubbed her toe. And she did something about it. Without letting me know. Ended it. I wonder what that means. It was her choice. I will never argue otherwise. And my ego may ask What is it about me that she would so quickly make that choice? Late at night with my head on the pillow I imagine what it would have been like. Pushing a carriage or changing diapers. But the timing was off. And sometimes timing is everything.

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC

She Stubbed Her Toe

She stubbed her toe. And she did something about it. Without letting me know. Ended it. I wonder what that means. It was her choice. I will never argue otherwise. And my ego may ask What is it about me that she would so quickly make that choice? Late at night with my head on the pillow I imagine what it would have been like. Pushing a carriage or changing diapers. But the timing was off. And sometimes timing is everything.

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She reached out out of the blue one day. I was pleasantly surprised. Much time had passed passed since the past. We made small talk talk of our lives. Things we had been through Then she said I should post more recent photos. Photos of how I look now. She caught me off guard Most are very recent recent in terms of how I look. So, I told her. She almost seemed mad. Mad that I didn’t look worse worse from the wear and tear. And after a few more digs digs at me I remembered why we stopped stopped all those years ago. I used to put up with more than I will now. Now I try to do whats good for me. When you are hard on yourself It shows. Shows to the world. Some people can take more of a beating than others. Others are more fragile. Which type I am I don’t know. So I erred Erred on the side of Caution. And said my goodbye. Goodbye to her once more.

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC

Out of the Blue

She reached out out of the blue one day. I was pleasantly surprised. Much time had passed passed since the past. We made small talk talk of our lives. Things we had been through Then she said I should post more recent photos. Photos of how I look now. She caught me off guard Most are very recent recent in terms of how I look. So, I told her. She almost seemed mad. Mad that I didn’t look worse worse from the wear and tear. And after a few more digs digs at me I remembered why we stopped stopped all those years ago. I used to put up with more than I will now. Now I try to do whats good for me. When you are hard on yourself It shows. Shows to the world. Some people can take more of a beating than others. Others are more fragile. Which type I am I don’t know. So I erred Erred on the side of Caution. And said my goodbye. Goodbye to her once more.

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So often Going through the day Minding my own business and people feel the need to intrude. Smoking outside my building Just want silence One of the local talkies comes over Going on and on Sciatica pain he says On and on and on and on “Probably emotional” I tell him He did not like that Most people don’t When you suggest there is something more going on Than they are willing to face. But I have decided If they want to intrude on my solitude I don’t have to chew it.

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Jul 19, 2018

Jul 19, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC

Talkies

So often Going through the day Minding my own business and people feel the need to intrude. Smoking outside my building Just want silence One of the local talkies comes over Going on and on Sciatica pain he says On and on and on and on “Probably emotional” I tell him He did not like that Most people don’t When you suggest there is something more going on Than they are willing to face. But I have decided If they want to intrude on my solitude I don’t have to chew it.

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We used to fight sometimes late at night after too many drinks too many cigarettes too many insults thrown back and forth First we’d praise each other up then run each other down to the lowest notch There were good times too But after a while they dried up The way some things do. Couple last screams And I would hear some clanking in my kitchen Didn’t pay too much attention She’d go out with her big purse “Should you be driving?” ***** you” I would go to the window Yell down at her on the street “Get outta here you bottle bandit!” I didn’t want her to go Not really She may have been a ***** thief But she had a sort of magic The way some people do. I bumped into her years later In a liquor store same one we used to go to I wondered if she remembered all the fun But the look on her face underneath the smile showed the pain. The way some faces do.

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Jul 13, 2018

Jul 13, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC

The Bottle Bandit

We used to fight sometimes late at night after too many drinks too many cigarettes too many insults thrown back and forth First we’d praise each other up then run each other down to the lowest notch There were good times too But after a while they dried up The way some things do. Couple last screams And I would hear some clanking in my kitchen Didn’t pay too much attention She’d go out with her big purse “Should you be driving?” ***** you” I would go to the window Yell down at her on the street “Get outta here you bottle bandit!” I didn’t want her to go Not really She may have been a ***** thief But she had a sort of magic The way some people do. I bumped into her years later In a liquor store same one we used to go to I wondered if she remembered all the fun But the look on her face underneath the smile showed the pain. The way some faces do.

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I saw a seagull today with a broken wing. He was walking down Bleecker Street. I never saw a bird move so fast on his feet. He was really haulin’ *** I smiled to myself. And I swear he looked right at me and smiled back. It made me realize Sometimes, you just have to make the best out of what you’ve got.

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Jul 6, 2018

Jul 6, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC

The Seagull

I saw a seagull today with a broken wing. He was walking down Bleecker Street. I never saw a bird move so fast on his feet. He was really haulin’ *** I smiled to myself. And I swear he looked right at me and smiled back. It made me realize Sometimes, you just have to make the best out of what you’ve got.

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Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like. I admire people like him. But I’m not one of them. I meet people I don’t like every day. It just happens. Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say. “You have a lot of little grudges.” My neighbor for example, banging the trash can lids Outside my window Two in the morning Not that it woke me up But I get up to look Peek down there Naturally nosey person that I am And he’s pushing pushing What in hell is he pushing at that hour? So, Will Rogers I am not. I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC

Will Rogers

Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like. I admire people like him. But I’m not one of them. I meet people I don’t like every day. It just happens. Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say. “You have a lot of little grudges.” My neighbor for example, banging the trash can lids Outside my window Two in the morning Not that it woke me up But I get up to look Peek down there Naturally nosey person that I am And he’s pushing pushing What in hell is he pushing at that hour? So, Will Rogers I am not. I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.

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