Ellie belfiglio

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


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“SUN DARING SKIES”

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In the suburbs of gray houses,

The stars are out to rearrange-

Their mental twinkling up in the skies.

So solitary in the height of the houses,

Where music is played by a confused man!

And the verses are sung by a woman,

Whose pitched voice rises the hair of disgust,

In the back of neck;

And brings the house down to its knees.

All artists gather to perform their sensation.

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They do not wait for those who are late.

Tears come down for the song they play;

The verses that no one knows where they originated.

There are lately silence which wander around.

Stars move away so the sun can come.

To see green trees reaching for rain in sun;

And they grow in all streets!

Poets write poems on sun daring skies!! …

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Ellie

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“EUTHANASIA”

IN LOVING MEMORY OF ROCCO, MY CAT, WHO TAUGHT ME TO LOVE CATS.

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He is kind, gentle, but facing death.

He is careless at the end to take his final breath.

Teaching me the road to heaven, he said;

That he must treat me this way of dread.

How remote he is turned out at the end.

Is it for me not to suffer when him I send?

The creator we worship is not of earth!

I am disgusted for taking his breath!

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I am humble, I am sad, see, I weep.

I have already missed him so deep.

He acts aloof, he disappears suddenly, What a pet!

I cry, I suffer, him, I never forget!

When I met him two years ago today,

I never thought that soon he will go away!

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“THE ABUSE ON THE PATH”

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Who hates who, to what end?

To please a lot, or nothing to mend!

We forget past mottoes of our foes;

To invent future dreams that overflows!

What displaces the present is so extreme!

The indiscretion of being seen and gleam.

However, disclosed the path on the filed,

The passers of the roads all yield!

They indicate the stature that lies just.

Going hard ahead of time with no lust!

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The propensity of the narrative becomes,

The foreshadow of an invalid, who calms.

At the time of the revenge, the revenge is offensive.

The animosity you carry is suspensive!

The painted dark face of yours abuses.

It smears your body, it gives it bruises.

We get to home when sun finally set.

We get a division of alienated feeling and threat!

From afar we see the home any sky bound;

What a vista, a sound, a ground, all around!! …

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“US CLOWNS”

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Morning comes with cold breath

Mourning for winter’s threat.

The odor of human decay

Fills up the air and stay.

Trash thrown all over town

Like crushed dreams of us clown

Blue glassy clouds’ ply

Moving this way or that way in sky!

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The plot of nature’s treason

How they always come with a reason!

Another season has found

Its way by hitching to get around!

To carry itself on the wing

To be happy and sing!

But what I think of and want is there,

Of what could of, should of, where!! …

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“NO CHANCE!”

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Is it something dear?

Shadows so near!

Pain…

The one who ran in rain.

The ruthless reality to compare.

Dark alleys with no air!

Rain…

When city dozed, but was in pain.

Cruelty covers the cloud;

Instead of rain that poured as blood.

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Tight…

When our secrets might,

Reveal our name;

And put us on shame!

Grow…

Seeing death in this show.

For people to take a glance;

When we are left with no chance!! …

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Ellie

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“SYMPHONY OF FALL”

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… Listen to the sound of breeze;

You could see the dancing leaves!

They dance to the symphony of fall;

Swirling in sun, answering its call!

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… Whirling, spinning to get to the heap.

So marvelous, grand and deep!

Leaves move like a child’s game;

They twist, twirl, and dance as if in flame!

The circle round and round,

As they dance themselves onto the ground;

As I watch with wonderment!! …

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Ellie

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