"shelby" poems
I am Who , I am Suppose Too Be
I am Not the Person , That some Think I should Be
I Lived a very long part of my Life , Not being Me
I tried too Be the Person , That Some thought I should Be
I now know , That All That did , Was Make Me Very Miserable
I shared my Secret with Pamela Jean only , and She Loved Me
I and Pamela Jean , Spent the better part of our Married Life -
Protecting My Secret Life , And Our Happily Married Life Together
I hurt so Much , Now that Pamela Jean , Has Gone Too Heaven
I Still have Reagan Jean & Shelby'Anne Kelcee & They are my Life
I have some Family , Pamela's Family , Who Accept Me as Me
I have Zero Member's of My Family , That Accept anything about Me
I have my strong Faith in My GOD & My Lord & Savior JESUS CHRIST & The Holy Spirit
I know that GOD , Loves Me , For Me & That He alone will Judge Me
I will Ultimately Stand before GOD & Confess My Sin's as Me
I will live the rest of My Life , As much as Possible as Me the Real Me
I am Always worried what Other's think , As I want too Be Accepted
I want too Be Loved & I want too show Others , The Real Me
I am a Beautiful Female / Transgender Woman , I am Me
I was Always Me & I will Always Be Me , I Love Me
Thank You GOD & ALL of YOU , Who Accept Me as Me
I am Stacie Leelah Cheyenne & I Love Being Me
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
I was sitting in the chat, with big dumb Mike
he showed us his mask, it was a terrible site
Boston Chickie was quiet and subdued
, Shelby, Cindy, Katie, Rachel, kind of set the mood
Ciggy came into the chat with his well well well
And Steve replayed to Ciggy you look like you are from hell
Raven had beautiful eyes and lips of wonder
Wolf Bracker was downing the sauce like a pirate in plunder
Tucker zone he was there as well
and Romeo, Ken, Robert and Al we all came out of our shell
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
Pamela , O' loving Pamela , My beautiful & loving Pamela
We started our beautiful life together , We shared so very much
The mid too late '80s , Were beautiful & so full of the future
That no one knew , Except for GOD , How much time we really had
And so we both enjoyed each other , We both shared so very much
From all of our 9 beautiful & loving Labrador Retrievers , ( Our Kids )
Too our Homes , Hobbies & our many Vacations in numerous states
The one thing , That never changed in all of our entire married life
Was that she Loved Me & I Loved Pamela , My sweet Pamela Jean
We both worked very hard , We even worked side by side for S & P
S & P ??? . Wasn't just a business or even just a job , It was Our's
Sometimes it seemed as though the business actually owned Us
But looking back , There was a lot of times when Pamela & Me
Laughed & cried & Shared beautiful times & bad times together
From our 1st Labrador "" Callie "" , Too our current 2 Labradors
Reagan Jean & Shelby'Anne Kelcee , And the other 6 Labradors
Jack'ie , CJ ( Callie Jean of Callie's Acre's ) , Sammy , Daisey
L.A.B. ( Ellabee ) & Kelcee Jean , Seven are now in Heaven with Pam
As I like too say , Pamela Jean has 7 Labradors , With her in Heaven
I have 2 Labradors with Me down here on Earth , I Love You Pam
I will always Love You Pamela Jean , I will never stop Loving You
You were always the Love of My life , And You always will be
As GOD is My witness , I promise You Pamela , Love is Forever
As You and I took our wedding vows serious on that day in July 1989
For better or worse , In Sickness and in health , Till death do us part
We'll Pamela You're in Heaven now & I still Love You so very much
My Love for You is still On going , And our Love will never End
I will Love You for Eternity , As You & I , Will always be One
The time & the dreams , That We both shared Together as Us
I will never forget , My daily life without You , Is so very lonely
You're Family & Our Friends & GOD , And our 2 beautiful Girls
Are what is absolutely now keeping me going , Day in & day out
Until the day , That We both can & will be Together Again for all
ETERNITY - Just You & Me , Pamela & Me , Me & Pamela :
GOD BLESS ALL , Who read This - Amen :
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
I was walking my big Ridgeback Mr. Brown
across the Starbucks parking lot
when this little white poodle started yapping
from the rolled-down window of a brand new Mercedes.
Mr. Brown responded like shot from guns
and before I knew it
he was scratching at the Mercedes door
eager to make friends with the poodle.
Then the Mercedes owner came running out of Starbucks
spilling latte all over his substantial stomach
What the ****
Look at those ******* scratches!
Do you know how much it costs
to fix a car like this?
I’m suing you and your big ******* dog !
Not wise, sir, I responded…
to be so aggressive with someone you don’t even know
and who has a 110-lb. African Lionhound
on the end of his leash.
I might be a whacked-out Vietnam veteran
with a hairtrigger temper
or a gang member
or maybe I'm just a senior citizen
with an extremely protective service dog.
Well, he said, his belly shaking,
look at my **** car.
I am looking at it I said
and handed him the keys to my ’68 Shelby Cobra
parked and shiny right nearby.
Take mine, I said
it’s more fun to drive.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
every time i have to list one best friend, you're the one.
i've got others, yes. a couple or three.
but you're the one i always think of.
from back in gym class,
to sneaking out at night to the barn,
[you threw a toad at my face.]
to watching ****** horror movies,
to going to the outer banks,
to staying in grandy one weekend,
[just us and our vices for two and a half days]
to spitting on your barn floor just because,
to relying on luck to keep us from the cops.
from watching you get your tongue pierced,
to you coming with me to get all of mine.
from dealing with that boyfriend of yours,
to dealing with...the lack of mine.
from our future moving out plans,
to our rocky horror plans tonight.
that's us.
you're my number one, through and through.
you knew i didn't want to 'talk about it',
back in august,
you just brought me over and let me stand around.
let me listen to you talk.
that's the best thing anyone did,
that simple distraction was all i needed.
it certainly doesn't help that everyone thinks we're sisters,
our love lives parallel in the oddest ways,
and we just have too much fun together.
i can't put into words what you've done for me.
i mean it, when i tell you, "love youuuuu!"
i mean it, when i say, "best friend."
i do, shelby lynn. i do.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:58 PM UTC
I didn't do much today
I just laid around
I thought about cooking breakfast
But didn't
Even though the kitchen is ten feet away
I can't seem to start a fire
Internally or externally
Story of my life
Just laying around
Can't be found
Phone on vibrate
Mouth on mute
Can't function
Brain wont compute
I could be making easy money
Leasing out apartments
But I don't care about the loot
I just hold onto dollars until the eagle grins anyways
Comfort
I prefer sleep over money any day
Its free
And if you get lucky you'll get a movie in your head
So I lay
I lay all day
I lay to the point of decay
Burnt out
Edges frayed
Bed hasn't been made
In weeks
Dismayed, prefaced with failure
Examples set from forefathers
"Drinking away the part of the day I cannot sleep away"
Plays on repeat in my head
Followed by,
"I woke up this morning and I grabbed myself a beer"
I should really fire the DJ in my head
Next up on Shelby FM,
"I'm only sleeping"
In my bed
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
“When” anger runs through me like a wildfire.
I have these Twisted thoughts come into my mind making me wonder if I'm rotten to the Core.
“Because” suddenly I'm not the nice girl from next door.
I'm a monster in a cage and that cage is called my skin and I'm itching to get out and to play with your mind as Revenge. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
I was walking down Graham Ave
(Or up, if your an optimist)
When I spotted a side walk sale
My eyes darted
Records
"I want to go to there"
Without thinking or blinking
Drawn in like a tractor beam
I sifted through the pile of wax
My nostrils flared
From the ****
Covered in dust
Embedded in age
Music at its greatest stage
The woman having the sale said,
"The records are $2, no holler"
"$2 is better than $3,
Especially for a broke
******* like me"
So I snagged some
Miles Davis &
Dinah Washington
Then I looked up,
Read the light of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read "Shelby Hemstock's a ****
You know what kind of day it was
Guess I was going up Graham after all
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Why does rain smell?
How come leaves make that
Crunching sound when walked
Upon in autumn? That
Great October Sound.
We love seconds and minutes.
Hours and days are for the
Weak,
Weeks and years for the
Hopeless romantics.
Nothing hopeless
About our romance.
We just shut up and take it in.
Love? Photo album in words?
Yes.
We know it.
It's like laughing when her
Dog Shelby
Kisses me, and I kiss her back,
Wet snout and all,
And she carries that kiss to her
Owner;
So beautiful by the mirror,
Asking me:
*Should I wear the black or the
Purple dress?* and I lean back
And enjoy her trying them
On.
We are the Moment People.
We snapshot microseconds
And capture them
Like this.
This is why we're poets.
We help them remember.
We write for the ones we love.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
bloodshot tired eyes locked in a reflected viewing
of an alone tortured hollowed shell
paralyzed as I gaze into the ***** mirror
an unwelcome familiar presence
reminds me im never alone
as my shadow manifests into a looming depression
locking his grip on his ivory skinned art
the reflected viewing was his incomplete masterpiece
that took years of work
look!
look how beautiful I've made you!
he gleams
as cold darkened hands hold the sides of my face
his thumbs point towards glazed over tear filled eyes
outlining running mascara down sullen cheeks
slowly moving hands down uncombed brown hair
he yells
you need a splash of color my dear!
interlocking his fingers too tightly
as he reaches a frail neck
my face turns a crimson red as breathing is no longer an option
slowly adding in a navy blue as the struggle for life spreads convulsions through a weakened body
he only lets go to say
I cannot destroy what I've created!
it didn't haunt me just in the reflection
that sentence ran through my mind with the same shrill voice
as I stared down the neck of another empty bottle
the taste and smell of a bourbon
washed down with scotch was intoxicating
as it drowned his negative passive aggressive screaming
another bottle made me feel fluid
bringing out a smile that has been long faded
a laugh that was suppressed to feel anything but the pain he brought
the confidence to portray a happier version of the dying light I was
to portray the me I was before depression claimed me as his
shivering and chills
snap me back to the reflected present
as his hands run down my uncovered arms
where he carelessly streaked black and blue
finger painted marks
each bruise that illuminated too bright in a dimly lit room
he traced them ever so gently
writing a cursive love poem
as he moved down to my wrists that were consistently covered
he grazes over red protruding straight lines
where fingernails like razor blades
danced from one end to the other
signifying that 7 lines measured the years he spent working on the piece he called Shelby
across what was left of my ivory skin
he carelessly wrote his name
in ink mixed with blackness as dark as him
and specks of my own blood
interlocking our souls as one
and to declare me as his and non others
for an artist never lets another touch his incomplete masterpiece
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:37 PM UTC
For Shelby
I
O cover the gable in thistle
Let this place become unknown to all
To us only may this place be holy;
Let the moss wrap it up like a shawl.
Let the darkness prevent eyes from seeing
And hearts from remembering when
And the sun hide her grand face, agreeing
That no-one shall find it again.
Let the vines and the beetles crawl slowly
Devouring all semblance of worth;
O cover the gable in thistle
And draw it all back to the earth.
II
Once this was a temple unfettered.
My heart and hers wandered free,
Free from Time’s shadow and terror;
Nothing would tear her from me.
My spirit was hers for the sculpting,
She crafted my soul by her hand;
Prancing and gasping and gulping
We devoured the joy of this land.
Never a footstep in error
And every omen a boon--
Once this was a temple unfettered;
A monument now to my ruin.
III
This is the place where I carried her
And swore to protect her from harm;
Here her warm breath was my staple,
Here her bright eye was my charm.
Though the fortunes of fate might assail her
I am her aegis and shield
Unswerving, my love cannot fail her
‘Til the last of my strength shall I yield
See, on the hill, the black maple
And the wink of the rope’s one good eye
This is the place where I buried her
And yonder the hill where I die.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
I’m avoiding a void, Freud warned me of
by worming my way in to the apple of my eye
I know it sounds paranoid as above so below
ground zero dark thirty where I heard the well runs dry.
Hell, I wonder why I try to quench my thirst for knowledge
from any ***** puddle when I’m at a cow college
‘cuz nowadays I rather cuddle up with a good book
than be-fuddled by how to transgress, ring a bell hooks?
Well looks deceive and I can guess
by the wings you have yet to receive
we have come to the some of nothing
from something I thought we were far beyond
but maybe I was wrong at the end of it all.
You said it wasn’t my fault but then again,
Freire taught me how to lock
away my thoughts in a vault.
I’m hemmed in with Hemingway in the corner of the café.
We spend half the day laughing at our neighbors savoring
their lattes but condemning how they stray away from nature
‘cuz labor’s not their taste.
He says, “What a waste of time.
Do you see a better paradigm?”
I agree because I was scared at the time
to embarrass myself in front of an idol of mine.
I know it’s futile to rival a dead mind
but when they’re better than the headlines
I don’t mind if I never shine brighter than a dying light
‘cuz it only really matters in the end if I’m trying right?
but what am I trying for when I lost a friend to love and war?
Cut the ties, I’m alive.
Who was I dying for?
Who was I fighting for?
Who was I writing for?
Shelby tells me where the sidewalk ends
and well, he’s been a better friend than you’ve ever been;
ever since you left me and met he who shall not be named
nor blamed for this game you played against us.
Again trust was just a part of it all.
I was miserable like Margaret Hall.
Withdrawals always reinforce walls of remorse
and of course, I’m the source of all your problems
but who took the time to resolve them?
You weren’t forced to endorse any course of action
except follow the laws of attraction.
Perhaps gravity magnifies abreaction
or the severity of abstraction.
Yet Apollo would swallow
all his pride and passion
hollow out his home
and throw a match in.
© Matthew Harlovic
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Imagine a world that's all neat and tidy and has no color or wandering it
Where We are all puppets on a string doing what our Masters please
We do not feel we are nothing but Hollow shells
but that until one of us breaks free and chooses to defy the ones who Hold Us Down and paints the world with a Magic Brush now we're all free doing as we please and now there's Beauty everywhere
And we are whole once more living in this colorful world. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
I would turn my body into a sunset, if I could [Brooke]
I would [Louis] paint my very soul [Louis] across a desert sky
And when I had gone
When I had faded from this world [Emily] completely [Emily]
I would leave a moonless sky in my wake
Then you could look upon it [Shelby]
And know how much I love you
My love could be written [Julianna] out in constellations,
Like all the myths of the ancient world
I would tell you [Scarlett] how much I love you [Scarlett] , if I could
But alas, it is no small or simple thing
[But alas, it is no small or simple thing]
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
I went to the ball and met the prince we danced and dined and I had a grand old time.
That's until the clock hit 12 and I went running out and dropped My Shoe on the way
Now I'm locked in a tower waiting for him to rescue me hopefully he sees his princess underneath these rags
And when he did we lived happily ever after Sealed With a Kiss. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
I think I fell in love
With all this sky up above
As I sit here in Texas, Cedar Creek
It’s so hot, not even a leak
But all the people oh so friendly
The smiles they give are always free
Some likes the cowboys and some are longhorns
Texas is much different than the state of corn
They have Goodwill’s much bigger than you dream
With rows and rows of clothes, WITH ATTATCHED SEAMS!
They have a Cowboy Church that welcome you in
Don’t fret or judge when you can’t make it back again
When they say everything is better in Texas
You should see what we eat for breakfast
I cannot wait to start a life here
Texas is now my home, with a Shelby always near.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
I knew a man, a woman too, good hard working souls
You’ve heard the stories, read the myths of how they dug their holes
I promised them I’d tell the world and make them see the truth
That once they were - like you and me - only in their youth
They made a stand and brought their cause
Died upright not on all fours
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
In days gone by Jack worked so hard, just trying to appease
But life was tough and nothing helped and so the law did squeeze
Every penny that he earned was given to the courts
Til one day he realised they do nothing but extort
Jill was a loving lass of this they all agreed
A talented young writer girl and so she was envied
She met him in a bar one night and as the music played
They fell hard and fast and so began their own crusade
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
They sentenced him for petty theft and threw him into cells
Whilst locked away inside if him vengeance came to swell
He said to Jill on his release, “Babe it’s you and me,
But know that lest we make a change we never will be free”.
A robbery in Austin, a death in Shelby Bay
Pin it all on Jack and Jill you hear the lawmen say
Yet all they did was fight against a world on self destruct
And to this day I never met a couple less corrupt
Jack and Jill were murderers
I’m sure you’ve heard them say
Of how they pillaged and broke the law
But it was the law that did betray
And in their hearts they knew from when first blood did spill
That this was it, the trail's end, the death of Jack and Jill
Copyright © 2009-2017 KF and CF
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
I thought you were a beast the way you destroyed my world but when you held me tight I Saw the Light and I knew you were really a prince Within.
So I opened up my heart to you and showed you the beauty of love and with the flower of true love we broke the curse that kept us apart.
For I shall always be your beauty and you shall always be my Beast. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
Why does mankind do such evil things?
Some are just evil and enjoys the pleasure that hurting others may bring them.
Some are forced into evil acts against their very will
Other's say they do it for God they say it is his will
Many do it out of desperation
But it does not matter if you have a good reason or not evil is evil
Have you ever heard that the pathway to hell is paved with good intentions.
“If “you think you're doing something good by hurting others you're really doing something evil you're just too blind to see it. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Murphy's law shelby are shepherd,
we shall not tempt,
for to tempt is stupidity and irony.
Book of Murphy's Laws chapter 13:13
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 12:15 AM UTC
They are beautiful but yet deadly as they fly overhead their even Majestic but don't forget a dragon can breathe fire and **** you in seconds. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Conch shells are true jewels of the sea. Whenever you take a conch shell with you.
You are taking a part of the ocean with you and every time you put it up to your ear, you can hear the song of the sea that moves our soul's like the moon moves the ocean. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
We are creatures of habit we tend to be this way without even realizing it.
Going about our days that seem to go almost the same way Going in circles repeating it
We like to stay in our comfort zone because we're comfortable in our skin that way.
But we should be more outgoing and adventurous because you only get to live once and when your life is over it's gone.
You'll never get it back so step out of your habit and live on the edge because if you're not you're taking up too much space. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
Lost in the dark chasing Shadows of memories that have vanished as I drift away
Afraid the only thing I have left is a fallen kingdom and Ashes of that kingdom.
Maybe if I had a genie in the bottle I could wish for the life I once had and my family
would be back in my life with smiles on their faces.
I would no longer be Lost In The darkness and the House of the Rising Sun would rise once more like a phoenix From the Ashes. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Some people in this world are Vain and shallow as a puddle.
All they care about is flaunting their feathers like a peacock
Trying to show the world that they are perfect all they care about is their outer beauty and not what's Within
But what's within is more important kindness, love and generosity makes for such a beautiful soul
“So if “you ever doubt yourself remember this it's not what on the outside that matters it's the inside
You can either have a beautiful garden on the inside or be completely rotten the choice is all yours
Please Choose Wisely. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC