Two poems shared on Substack notes
away from you
Con Funk Shun
plays, and I finally
hear what I need to
in Michael Cooper’s
sultry voice…
“That’s the way it
goes on Love’s
Train,” and you
begin to fade from
memory.
As soon as you float
into another part of
my mind, The Gap Band
plays, and then
I hear, “Keep running,”
and here I am… trying to talk
myself from chasing
after you.
I am slowing down,
finding my own beat,
and my own words
to get far away from
you.
death from cold
cold weather
moves in without an
invite–banging at
the doors of the sky,
willing to lap dance
the day away, as
long as it’s paid in
full before the next
business day.
its pimp hangs out
around the corner,
strangling the sun
and threatening to
take the heat from
it.
we all layer up for
safety. we don’t want
to catch our death
from cold.
Love’s Train by Con Funk Shun:
Yearning for Your Love by The Gap Band:
A Cornered Gurl 
These are both great, the first one is so good!
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Thank you, Bella! I’m glad you enjoyed them.
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Sometimes I can only add a “me too” to someone’s comments, like Pooja’s below. That first one especially seems the rarest type of piece, that touches an everyday experience few of us have identified until reading. ❤
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🙏🏾🩵
Thank you.
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Great poems and great music. I’m not keen on the cold either.
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Oh, no… I love the cold. I actually wait for it to arrive. It just bursts through sometimes when I least expect it. Lol.
And it takes my body some time to get used to it when it does that. I like to complain about it, though. 😆🤣😂
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Wow. The Gap Band. Memories of great music.
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Yaaassss! I grew up on them!
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The days when music was meaningful and amazing.
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Yes, ma’am! Facts!
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Loved both poems, especially the first one which was really relatable right now.
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Thank you. 🙏🏾🩵
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You’re most welcome 🙏
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