When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“AUTUMN’S BOSOM”

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Full of grief, my eyes cry-
To see the coquettish nature’s sky;
So it wouldn’t see my eyes full of tears.
The sign of regret, despair of sheers!

You, the autumn season, a traveler from birth,
What secret you’re hiding in this earth?
Except those leaves, yellow, dead-
What wealth have you hidden among leaves’ slade?

Your dusk which is heavy, silent and dark.
Give me sorrow, not lark!
Your bosom gives my sad heart,
Nothing but coldness on pathways, so apart!

Drowned in your cheerless mystic,
Secret woes seem not real but majestic!
A lost desire begins to appear,
On the floor of my confused soul, does seer!

You, the autumn season, a hymn like fire.
You, the autumn season, a song I desire.
You, the autumn season, a smile like divine.
On the face of coquettish nature, you align!! …

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~ Ellie ~
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Originally posted on Ellie Belfiglio:

Poetry is a tear that gives way to laughter, a laughter that brings hope, and a hope that breaks every chain! Nonetheless, poetry is often the cry of your heart, the pain in your soul, the words that could not be spoken, heartbreaks, past life, and all the things you like to keep in your heart!

Poetry is needed to soothe the soul as food and water are needed to maintain your body.

Unfortunately in this new world of technology, unfathomable music, and unruly and uncouth youths, no one anymore pays attention to poetry and great literature as it was when I was growing Up. As a teacher, I notice that many of my students can’t even name the famous poets and writers of past who forever live…

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Edgar Allen Poe

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Charles Dickens

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Fyodor Dostoevsky

{Ellie }

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A sandy beach,

Waves slapping to reach-

Against the rock!

Pushing hard and mock!

Hard enough to kill!

I am here still!

I am the waves!

Killing all caves.

Hoping the tide comes with luck!

I am broke,

Yet in water I soak!

But the only one-

IT IS ME WHO IS GONE!! …

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“Ellie”

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Innocent, yet impure!

But we are pure!

To God we pray, yet abjure.

HE SAYS: “YEAH, RIGHT, SURE!” …

… It comes to me-

In the peak of dree!

It is night and dread.

The inevitable is afraid…

… I may be immature!

I could be pure!

If I ever pray to God and lure,

HE SAYS: “YEAH, RIGHT, SURE!” !! …

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“Ellie”

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Open your eyes!

See blue skies!

See a crystal, beaded sky,

Or a raging sea up high!

In the horizon above,

Do you see hate or love?

Beneath the deep sea,

You see a corpse resembling me!

If it is the sky,

Do you ask why?

If it is the sea,

Do you think how could this be?

Questions we ask,

When pondering the task!

Just before it is done,

Ask, was your life was fun?

For one minute go to your past!

Ascended later, make a contrast!

Raging slash! congratulation, your end is here at last!! …

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“Ellie”

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“INTELLECT OR PLIGHT”

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Where do we go from here?

We have nothing to wear!

Since we undressed our mind,

Yet feeling to us still bind!

Out of cloud’s hurt,

Hindering the unity of birth!

Within hope of reunion on earth…

… OUR LOVE WAS FROM OUR HEART!

But my intellect said of plight!

If questioned this form of art,

Which entangled itself in my heart!

The shelf of dust and rust-

Was the fault of lust!

Within our love’s nest-

That has settled like rest,

Hovering overhead as best!! …

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“Ellie”

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To the sacrifice, here!

We meander youth with tear.

To the punishment, here,

For being uncouth, not dear…

… UNCOUTH, UNDISCIPLINED, WILD…

Growing up as a child.

You even became malicious,

Outrageous and vicious…

… WILD, FRANTIC, EVEN DID ROAR, …

That you reached out for more.

Collected hatred and soar!

Then closed up the door…

… YOU LOCKED IT WITH HURT…

Then talked about your sins with alert!

You showed them your fire-

That burned your desire..

… SO HERE IS YOUR WORLD’S URGE…

And the truth of your rage!

Here is your memory,

… OF A PSST WITH YOUTHFUL TRAGEDY!! …

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“Ellie”

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