Ellie belfiglio

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

“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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Ellie

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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