“RIANBOW & WRATH”

Ellie belfiglio

… In a life so tasty, mysterious and adorable,

an overwhelming power binds us to thrive.

The Impermanent, sad life is not avoidable!

Its hidden purpose keeps us alive.

… Its moment are filled with blues.

And many more griefs we always face.

Reaching to our exhausted goals brings us sad news.

As a baby cries in the comfort of an embrace…

… When the innocent age is gone, it comes longing and pain!

At youth, the ambitious drives push and confound.

Being old, tormented memories hammer the brain!

At death bed, the momentary life doesn’t seem profound!

… I wonder is a moment worth all the woe?

My secret other self brightens my eyes for a path.

For the lovers of love, there are beauties and rainbows.

While the ignorants are drowned in lust and wrath!! ...

Ellie
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“HOWLING OF A FAN”

Ellie belfiglio

My discretion, prudence are despair.

I lit a candle to watch its flair.

It flickers, as the world does onto me.

It flames, cries beneath the ceiling fan, looks like a tree.

The wax dripped, rained my tears.

Get a grip. I tried with no cheers.

Flames would grow bright and high;

Then, WOW, the world falls and does die.

Get a grip, I tried but the evil fit,

Like the fan played its atrocious cheat!

Are the tears real, are they mine?

Whirling of world like the fan must be s sign!

It pulls and pushes you round and round.

How burned out you feel of this turning sound!

It snuffs you of every breath of night.

Fight on! Fight on! Take a grip! Do invite.

But fan whirls faster, it growls.

You lose your grips while fan howls!! …

Ellie

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“TEARS OF WAX”

Ellie belfiglio

Falls your angry tears

Like wax drip and cheers.

From a burning candle, it drips.

Drips, drip, the candle, slash!

Melted by an angry ash.

Relentlessly burning with spark.

Dawn until it is gone!

Everything around is dark.

I lick my fingers!

So lightly, I touch you-

To cool your angry flame;

Then breathe your anger and mine!! …

Ellie

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“NOTHING…”

Ellie belfiglio

… One thing that I’ve been

And lived for it

Now is taken away!

Is this or isn’t this mean?

… There is nothing to spend

Nothing left

Can you comprehend?

Is this or isn’t this the end?

… Black and cold

No place to go

No one to hold

Emptiness grows by minute

A desolate silence and fear

Is this or isn’t this the woe?

… Nothing

Not a thing

Isn’t this or isn’t tis the sting?

… Soul’s bliss

Non existent

A final whisper

in your abyss

Heart trembles

It cries

Nothing, not a thing

Don’t deny

Is this or isn’t this the bye?? …

Ellie

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“LOVE WITHOUT LUST”

Ellie belfiglio

My trust was gone from people and law.

And in the entire town I only saw-

The way they took out my heart the light;

The way they closed my childish eyes to delight.

My temples beat violently on the hospital bed;

With their black law of what only men said.

While clock ticking, I felt squirting blood.

I only heard voice of men in that massive cloud.

And I understood that I must… must-

Love madly my child without lust…

Ellie

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“URN…”

Ellie belfiglio

If my hands could know the warp and weft- of all there is to touch,

If my voice knew the ranges- of verses and song and such,

If my eyes could see the beauty-  without a moron’s stare,

If I only knew the words to write- exactly what was there,

If my mind could fully comprehend- all there is to learn,

Then I would take a smiling step toward the waiting urn!! …

Ellie

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“SLEEPLESS, HOW IT BEGAN?”

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… How do I know how it began?

Just when it was all together

I fell apart!

I can’t remember.

Was I younger?

The cold sweat of my night-time reality woke me;

And marked the first insomnia…

… After the dream was over

My wide eyes unlatched!

Darkness poured into all pores;

And I became part of it.

My ears opened

Every sound came…

… I don’t know whose voice was it?

Not mine!

I had no tongue to speak!

And he came

Frazzled and half drunk!

He came…

… The dreary touch

Quickly did its work!

And I was there!

Speechless!

Ready to be insomniac again!! …

Ellie

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“PARCHED”

Ellie belfiglio

Bring m the sun

So I can plant it in my garden

But my garden dirt is parched

And I, with my pale face

In azure mirror

Hear my sigh!! …

Ellie

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“MIRROR”

Ellie belfiglio

My eyes look into my other self deep.

Awareness marvelously does creep.

What others who gaze at my eyes see?

Do they see what I see when I stare at me?

Do they know my nightmares are not dreams;

As I sit and stare at me in streams?

Wanting, longing, staring, seeking!

Staring at what in my head is peeking!

All know who am I, but only I know my name;

Locked in a fright that I overcame…

Oh, if they only knew of my sanity;

As I sit and stare… stare at me!

As I seek, long, want, brace,

And act brave with grace;

As I long to believe how I am sad;

As I know how terrified I am and mad!

My fears hold me from moving on;

Or to lose my image where there is sun.

But now when my own nothings embark,

I know it is…

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“WHAT IS POETRY?”

Ellie belfiglio

Edgar Allen poe

Poetry is a tear that gives way to laugh, a laugh that brings hope, and a hope that breaks every chain. Nonetheless, poetry is the cry of your heart, the pain in your soul, the words that could not be spoken, past lives and all the things one likes to keep them in her heart.

Charles Dickens

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

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Unfortunately in this new world, new culture, new technology, unfathomable music, (some needs to translate the lyrics of the new music), and unruly and uncouth youths with the sense of entitlement, no one anymore pays attention to poetry or to the rich and great literature of far past or near past or present.

Walt Whitman

As a teacher, I have noticed that many of college students can’t even name the famous poets…

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