Ellie belfiglio

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


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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!


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!! …




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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