Ellie belfiglio

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


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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’s your world’s urge,

And the truth of your rage!

Here’s your memory-

Of a past with youthful tragedy!! …




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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