"nelly" poems
Supposedly too much television will rot your brain away
BUT... you can 't believe what everyone may say
KERMIT told us it ain't easy being green
TAYLOR SWIFT taught us people can be trouble & really mean
SEBASTIAN the CRAB told us it is better down where it is wetter
CINDERELLA taught us that eventually things will get better
SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS told us over & over he's READY! he's READY!
THE TORTOISE taught us that being quick may not always work
KAYNE WEST taught us people are rude, interrupting, annoying & huge jerks
MR KRABS taught us some people are money hungry & greedy
LINDSAY LOHAN taught us some people are attention needy
DORA THE EXPLORER taught us to live our life as an adventure & go explore
SWIPER taught us to always go for more
SQUIDWARD taught us not everyone has happiness to share
PATRICK STAR taught us that some people's heads are filled with air
PLANKTON taught us that you can never give up on reaching your goal
ALICE's curiosity taught us don't chase white rabbits with pocket watches down their hole
PETER PAN taught us to live carefree & have no worries at all
HORTON taught us that a person is a person no matter how small
THE LORAX taught us to take care of our trees
SNOW WHITE taught us that there maybe more than what the eye sees
TOMMY PICKLES taught us sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
THE GRINCH taught us that deep down inside, the cruel have hearts too
NEMO'S DAD MARLIN taught us you can't protect people from all & or any danger
BARNEY taught us not to talk to a stranger
TIMONE & PUMBA taught us "HAKUNA MATATA"
LILO & STITCH taught us no one gets left behind or forgotten, that is "OHANA"
SOUTH PARK taught us not to give a **** & some friends can be a huge ****** BAG
JUSTIN BIEBER taught us what isn't "SWAG"
STEWIE taught us that even if you're talking not everyone is listening
NELLY taught us that not everywhere has air conditioning "HOT IN HERRE"
DOROTHY taught us is you want to go home just click your heels three times & repeat "THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME"
SOUTH PARK'S TWEAK taught us that your underwear get stolen by the underwear gnomes
So much we've unknowingly managed to obtain
secretly stored in our brain
celebrities, songs, shows & even cartoons have taught us a lot
& that's what life lessons are all about
little hidden lessons & messages everywhere
& completely unaware you pass it on & share
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
We, the rescued,
From whose hollow bones death had begun to whittle his flutes,
And on whose sinews he had already stroked his bow-
Our bodies continue to lament
With their mutilated music.
We, the rescued,
The nooses wound for our necks still dangle
Before us in the blue air-
Hourglasses still fill with our dripping blood.
We, the rescued,
The worms of fear still feed on us.
Our constellation is buried in dust.
We, the rescued,
Beg you:
Show us your sun, but gradually.
Lead us from star to star, step by step.
Be gentle when you teach us to live again.
Lest the song of a bird,
Or a pail being filled at the well,
Let our badly sealed pain burst forth again
And carry us away -
We beg you:
Do not show us an angry dog, not yet -
It could be, it could be
That we will dissolve into dust
Dissolve into dust before your eyes.
For what binds our fabric together?
We whose breath vacated us,
Whose soul fled to Him out of that midnight
Long before our bodies were rescued
Into the arc of the moment.
We, the rescued,
We press your hand
We look into your eye-
But all that binds us together now is leave-taking.
The leave-taking in the dust
Binds us together with you
Nelly Sachs
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
A Scotsman's daughter named Nelly
Drew pictures of mice on her belly
That night in a dream
She squeaked out a scream
And woke with a tail in New Delhi
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
When I wiggle, wiggle wiggle,
People giggle, giggle, giggle.
In the middle, middle, middle,
I'm not so little, little, little.
When I jump, jump, jump,
My big old **** **** ****
My rear end **** **** ****
Goes bump, bump, bump.
Once skinny as a rail
I’m more like a whale.
Because of what I did
Ever since I was a kid.
Any old kind of candy
To me was simply dandy.
Follow me around and
I’d eat it by the pound.
Mom would bake, bake, bake.
By belly would shake, shake shake.
I couldn’t flounce, flounce, flounce
My gut would bounce, bounce, bounce.
Now I’m round, round, round,
To the ground, ground, ground.
I eat just like a pig, pig, pig,
That’s why I’m so big, big, big.
Once skinny as a rail
I’m more like a whale.
Because of what I did
Ever since I was a kid.
Any old kind of candy
To me was simply dandy.
Follow me around and
I’d eat it by the pound.
When some say diet, diet, diet,
I reply to them quiet, quiet, quiet.
Every time I try it, try it, try it.
My body doesn’t buy it, buy it, buy it.
So i just live for lunch, lunch, lunch.
I love to eat a bunch, bunch, bunch,
And I have a basic hunch, hunch, hunch,
The same will go for brunch, brunch, brunch!
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my handsome Nell.
As bonie lasses I hae seen,
And mony full as braw;
But, for a modest gracefu' mein,
The like I never saw.
A bonie lass, I will confess,
Is pleasant to the e'e;
But, without some better qualities,
She's no a lass for me.
But Nelly's looks are blythe and sweet,
And what is best of a',
Her reputation is complete,
And fair without a flaw.
She dresses aye sae clean and neat,
Both decent and genteel;
And then there's something in her gait
Gars ony dress look weel.
A gaudy dress and gentle air
May slightly touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.
'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For absolutely in my breast
She reigns without control.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Just **** off Nelly
and **** a fat **** Pitbull.
I want some Nick Drake.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
Just a cousin and the stars
and talk of you, and 27 jail-years;
'Forgive or stay behind bars.'
But Nelly Mandelly,
I've got sand in my eyes
and lead in my belly.
Oh Nelly Mandelly
we do things with the best intent
yet hurt each other terribly.
I've got blood on my lips
and grenades in my belly.
Oh Nelly Mandelly:
as Johnny sang, who can blame
the voice of youth for asking:
what is truth?
Everyone I know wants
to be more free,
including me.
We've got songs on our lips
and the sky in our bellies.
Oh, Nelly Mandelly
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Life’s a ***** you must surely agree,
There are so many reasons that show this to me,
For instance, I just get the hang of the words to a song,
Then I find out the words I’ve been singing are wrong.
And why when out to dinner to impress a young lady,
Does my sleeve end up doing the “crawl” in the gravy?
Or sat at the bar; comes the moment to kiss,
Do I lean forward coolly and utterly miss?
Toppling face first from that three legged stool,
As I grin up inanely from a best bitter pool.
I remember my sports car, fast and blue,
With the wind in my hair, she really flew,
Strong and good looking, and to my touch, compliant,
(Though I did once get “burnt off” by a Robin Reliant.)
But “No” I digress, the story to tell,
Is the first time I took out a young girl called Michelle,
She had a nice smile; I thought she was great,
I walked her from her door, and held open the gate,
We got in the car, and made ready to go,
For a meal for two in a candlelit glow,
I turned the ignition and clickety click,
Nice time to choose for the starter to stick,
Under the car with a spanner and torch,
Whilst Michelle spent the evening sat on her porch.
And when I got married,
Thought thank God that’s all over,
Now for a life of roses and clover,
Ha, Ha - not on your life, not on your nelly,
Not like it is when they do it on telly,
I mean, when they’re in bed and they fancy a nibble,
You don’t see them smile and then start to dribble,
So your lover has hysterics, fit to bust,
Which doesn’t do much for the ***** of lust!
And in romantic movies - where are the tissues?
You see, for me, these just aren’t small issues.
So one thing I’ve learned and drawn a conclusion,
Is that life being perfect is just an illusion,
And it’s best not to worry about small imperfection,
For deep down philosophy’s just pure conjection,
So a far better line to put an end to this fable,
Is “Just laugh and just love as much as you’re able”.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
Where did you go to, Doris Stokes?
Do you still talk to ghosts?
Doris is now a ghost, folks,
Did she just want to get on the telly?
Did the ghosts ever get on her nelly?
Or was she telepathic,
Or only telepathetic?
So, who now talks to ghosts,
Or erstwhile Doris Stokes?
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
Yo Donell you know whats up
Kept putting you down but you rose back up yeah
Joe told you to ride with me
We had street dreams but you kept s-s-s-stuttering
Craig David was walking away filling you in about his last 7 days yeah
Bump and grind with my man R Kelly
It's getting hot in here take your clothes off for Nelly Yo
There once was a time when music was life
The rhythm and the bass made me feel so right
Take it back to the time it was R&B;
Back with all my homies in the SUV
Take it back to the times we rocked a G-Shock
With the jeans hanging low, and the air force ones
Take it back to the times you would chill with your boo
Usher made me wanna get freaky with you
Take it back to the times when we fell in love
With music, we gotta bring the R&B; back
We gotta bring R&B; back
We gotta bring R&B; back
Yo jagged edge where the party at?
Walked outta heaven now we're bringing it back
TLC didn't want no scrubs
Independent women don't be falling in love
Say my name say my name
Cos my girl Beyonce got me going crazy crazy
Oh Blackstreet ya got no diggity
Room one twelve where the players get jiggy with it
There once was a time when music was life
The rhythm and the bass made me feel so right
Take it back to the time it was R&B;
Back with all my homies in the SUV
Take it back to the times we rocked a G-Shock
With the jeans hanging low, and the air force ones
Take it back to the times you would chill with your boo
Usher made me wanna get freaky with you
Take it back to the times when we fell in love
With music, we gotta bring the R&B; back
We're take take taking it back
Take take taking it back yo
We're take take taking it back
Take take taking it back yo
We're take take taking it back
Take take taking it back yo
We're take take taking it back
Take take taking it back yo
Bring back the music
Take it back to the music
Let's go back to that time
Baby try to rewind
And let's go
Let's go
Let's goooo
Let's go and take it back
There once was a time when music was life
The rhythm and the bass made me feel so right
Take it back to the time it was R&B;
Back with all my homies in the SUV
Take it back to the times we rocked a G-Shock
With the jeans hanging low, and the air force ones
Take it back to the times you would chill with your boo
Usher made me wanna get freaky with you
Take it back to the times when we fell in love
With music, we gotta bring the R&B; back
We gotta bring R&B; back
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Painted in multi-color,
I wanted to sue the host,
but I ain't a lawyer.
Aroused by the massage,
I wanted to marry the lad,
but I ain't taking that passage.
*Drowned *in the cookie,
I wanted to speak,
now, its all a blur.
Am i sleeping or its a deep blue sea?
Please, see past the waves,
I am more than just a Fantasy.
The **** hasn't kicked in yet,
Smoke's not cleared,
guess what - I am winning every Poker lot.
The ride, with slow brakes, is hard to steer,
Its Jack's car, life ain't so different,
if accompanied by a Belgium beer.
The road is smooth, and the lane is set,
yet, there are warm clouds,
Its Nelly's smoke, life ain't like that.
I guess, 'm far from home,
though, it feels like home,
**the blue sky and the warm sun,
Nelly and Jack, with a bun**.
For Jack and Nelly and the awesome time, I spent with them.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
Were they always a metaphor
for depression?
The green women
living always in the
ice-sluggish river,
waiting with thorn
teeth for those who
don't know better than
to approach their world?
Postpartum mothers who
pull the children back
into the quiet womb?
Every river seems
to have one:
Jenny Greenteeth,
Peg Powler,
Nelly Longarms.
Step out of the water, Jenny -
shake off the cold, cut your
hair, your nails. Toast some
cheese and bread, drink cider.
I won't ask you to smile,
or promise to save you,
but maybe just sitting
on the bench is enough
to keep your feet dry.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Today I feel... Lonely?
I think.
Drops of rain
hit the windshield of my parked car.
Tall groomed, green, and golden grass
line the parking lot.
Rain is coming in
through my windows.
But
I don’t wanna roll them up.
Let them come.
Let the drops hit
or miss
A feeling of being trapped
chained in a cave.
Watching shadows dance on the wall.
I'm thinking of you now.
Yes, You.
The people I will read this too.
I wonder why I feel the need
to share this moment
with so many strangers.
Could it be that feeling?
What did I call it again?
Was it loneliness?
Doesn’t make any sense
cuz I've felt that before
and it was never as calm as this.
Perhaps it's a feeling subdued.
One that is being repressed.
Today I feel...
Today I feel...
Nothing I guess.
Or maybe that I'm dreaming.
Perhaps it's boredom I feel
and a longing for things to be curiouser.
Nelly Fertado pops into my head.
That song,
“I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away”
I guess I am.
Though most peg me for a cat.
Perhaps due to the grin.
Yup.
Boredom.
That must be it.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 11:32 AM UTC
Oh the cat is out of the hat
the maiden has lost her knickers
and my aunt Nelly blimey
oh what a kerfuffle
My wife just put ****** on the sausages
and one from the oven has shot up the dogs ***
oh this is not good, at party like this
oh what a kerfuffle
There must be at least twelve saints here
those that must be revered
yet they are dancing like nutters
oi the beers are over here
God look at peter paul and dingo
don't they act like plebs
I would not dance
if I could get the beat out of my head
Lets take it to the garden
and do the moonlight shuffle
let's be foot loose and fancy free
oh what a kerfuffle
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
We met at that UES Pub
Almost three years ago
And we ended up getting closer
Than she who introduced us to each other.
So much history engraved
In the diamonds we sold.
Moments when it’s just us in a room typing,
Talking about our past and common dreams.
Laughter and our hold on our faith
It’s what glues us together.
All the late nights at the office with music blasting
We sing along and continue working.
We were made to be in sync,
From knowing each other’s thoughts without speaking
To that silent, judging look we share
Then chortling because things happen for "a reasons."
You are the other half of me,
From our same decibel laugh and partner appetites
To the fact that I fit in your clothes
During unplanned sleepover nights.
I might not have replied
Mostly because I was too busy hugging you and crying
But yes, and I know your heart knows this
You are my NY best friend too.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he'll always stay.
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls, little Ella and
Nelly and Faye.
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
there you go yosef
with that stupid flow
that brings out the hoes
cuz they got exposed
dont give a **** about the studio
or movies they show
tryna get me bent in the system lyching
****** mentality in reality
expect a fatality .if ya try to battle me belitttle me
made a g gangsta at the start
got no heart cuz it fell apart
once i got marked
son of makaveli
nine shots across ya belly
now ya body bleedin red jelly
country as nelly ghetto like rallo
suckas tried to swallow
me but im too hard to touch
cuz this world i clutch
with my own bare hands
just a nother common man understand
i was made to **** this mental slavery system my minds gone
get my blaze on while busting raps to this song
so im just lettin ya know if ya wanna go
to another funeral
sit the **** back as i go
slow flo
like Pac said first there's pleasure
then comes the pain
sunshine from thunderstorms of rain
across your brain
I give ya that raw ****
that you don't get from the pulpits
nothing but puppets
who follow man made rules
**** the rules I brought my own
along with my tools
tryna eradicated the double R dynasty
y'all can find me
in the hood puffin Mary
kind of scary I envision myself in a cemetery
foes grow worry once I let shotsoff they buried
death carried
there's souls to unknown destiny
who wrecking in me?
it's the Don coming back as the luminous
plus my ammo weighs a ton
I shine like the Sun as I glow
sick flow made for the war
I gain joy from gore
left ya body permanently sore once more
got many troops in store yo
talkin bout there Yosef Go'
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
I woke up this morning hitting the snooze button at least ten times and not wanting to wake up. But then I finally dragged myself out of bed and as soon as I walked upstairs I could hardly open my eyes because the sun was shining so bright.
I got ready for work, and left the house. As soon as I started walking I put on “Hey man" by Nelly Furtado and immediately started crying. Not because I’m sad, but because it occurred to me that everyday is another chance. Another chance to live, to grow, to feel the sunshine, to try and make our lives and our world a better place.
I was crying because this time last year I was not waking up thankful, I was waking up and dreading every waking moment. I was waking up and wishing I were dead.
I just can’t explain how amazing it is to wake up and feel LUCKY just to be alive. I have SO much love in my life and it is actually a miracle. This feeling of complete peace and gratefulness is so pure and beautiful and I’m writing this down so I can always remember that I felt it once. And if I felt it once, I can feel it again. Because miracles work that way. They happen a few times and then things get bad but you always remember that they will happen again. Things will be good again. And they are.
Life is good. And if it’s not good, it will get better. I am living proof.
"Hey, man, don’t look so scared
You know I’m only testing you out
Hey man, don’t look so angry
You’re real close to figuring me out
We are a part of a circle
It’s like a Mobius strip
And it goes round and round
Until it loses a link.
There’s a shadow in the sky
And it looks like rain
And **** is gonna fly once again
And I don’t want ambivalence
No more."
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Come Comedy, comely
of Errors or Divine, whether dark
even if dry
Come Comedy, comely
the quirks of your truth
bring tears to these brown eyes
come Comedy, be brute and quick
with your sarcastic, caustic wit
create an ache in my belly
unceasingly uncontrollably
*(Oh nelly's & holy *****
just leave me awry this way
almost like a mad mime
This comedy of latter days.
Come, stand-up
black or caddy
display / the punch line timely
come Comedy, comely
(please stay)
the hours of this life of mine
come Death, solemn and gladly
be stealthy and yes - be unkind....
laughing with the earthiness to our wine.
*A cynic unable to cry.
nor laugh at the joke
which is his own lifeless life...*
Come comely, sadly
all goodbyes...
a dark comedy
within bright eyes...
(Pleading at the sky)
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Delicious-traces
still linger
on my tender-fingers.
But pace yourself darling,
I want to see that same look on your face,
again.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
My great aunt,
Tia Nelly,
Her gentle presence hasn't changed
Her soft hands that reached for mine to hold and kiss.
Her sweet glow she has when she smiles
Comfort.
She took me to her bedroom window,
Her favourite place.
"I can see all." she says
Indeed she could see who comes
and who goes
Her favourite summer flowers were in bloom
They grew just by the front gate
A perfect view
A quiet moment.
"Growing older is a lonely, sad thing."
She still hasn't let go of my hands
She's so small
"I can't do many things anymore."
I had never heard her speak like this.
I squeeze her hands
I look at her not being able to respond.
Comfort.
"You may not see me again."
She had always said this when we parted
We joked about these things
However
It seemed that
It could be true this once
She doesn't stop looking at me
Her eyes are scanning my face
Comfort
"You are so pretty you know."
She let go of my hand
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
5 words
Missouri
Mississippi
Illinois
River
Junction
Stealth
Lil Bethleham
600k Different hands
1 way in
1 way out
New Brussels
Manhattan Project
Chuuuch
15 million munition
Billions on billions of Rounds
Deja Vu
Free Me From My Chains
King Earth
The 1 Blood
Z
Z
Z
Jolie
June
Jade
Jessie
Cage
Guage
Wayne
Britton
Brightly
Bobby
Whittney
Lisa
Tiffany
George
Lona
Dave
Marvin
Wade
Jusseipty
Josephine
Raymond
Charlene
Cora
Ramone
Franky
Leo
Kim
Q
P
T
G
Jeffereson
Nelly
...
Nuff said
...
Pull up your 120ft yacht
Wait
Youll be the only 1
#1 Why?
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
You owe me laughters
A cup of coffee shared with blended souls, poured in strong bonds
Conversations surround my floating thoughts
Clement aurora swirls in starry dooms
Acquainted to the bitter scathing dreams
You owe me a mother’s touch
The freedom of dubiety
A prayer
Not on your nelly, I am forgiving you.
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 3:05 PM UTC
Insecurity and Uncertainty
Are conjoined twins
At the breast
At the hips
Share one heart
But dreaming minds
Are opposite....
Insecure yearns to learn to know
More of one's strengths
To want / to star / in one's own show
But deep down to just
Be in or have - love,
And have-not the pain of lonely / lost.
While...
Uncertain, a nervous nelly,
Frights at all things,
Knots in one's belly,
Avoids the world, preoccupied
Runs away and closes one's eyes
Still Uncertain
Becomes experienced
A slow student who covets time
And gains wisdom in resilience
Discarding fears of one's own mind...
Both of will
And body grown
Both with heart
Their love has sown
The seeds / kind of ugly
May be the kindest lives
From rough and coal
Becoming
A diamond light...
Inside
One's eyes...
Behold beautifully
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC