Ellie belfiglio

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

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Ellie belfiglio

12670041_10201422004707604_2682909475033021925_n… A sad mellow tone of a bell,

Rings melancholy a sad knell.

It brings with lamenting, great sorrow!

It give me a thought for tomorrow.

… Why think now of that, what is past?

Those dear to me, strong and fast;

And that bell still tolls, a sad knell.

It brings me visions, that sad bell…

… Away you sad thoughts, bother not!

Your thoughts of sorrow, away rot;

And that knell, that bell, why so ring?

Mourning for one dead, death song sing!

… And that bell rings on, that sad bell!

It strikes my heart, that fool knell.

For I hear it says, tones like said,

“It is your life, that is dead!” …




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“No shame in love”

Please read my friend, John’s post and enjoy it. He is a talented writer and a good friend. Reblog this for 2000 followers.


No shame in love

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


Love is everything. Everything is love.


                        No shame in love

(Received some motivation from Ben Jonson)

I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful and magnificent you are.
I told the stars and the sky you have seized my heart and thoughts.
You beautiful smile had bewitched my life.

I dream of you when we are apart.
My fair maiden I feel I have fallen into an undeserved love and
I plead with open arms and heart.
Please accept me as-is. My simple words to be my pledge of love for you forever.

Beautiful maiden whispered. There is  no shame in love. My dear lover.
Our subdued love had left me madly waiting for you to confirm the mercy of
the gift of love. Love is rare and precious.  You have assured me often with kind
gifts of poetry and…

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Ellie belfiglio

17022453_1610661742282871_4617370918821791297_n… The art of entanglement tends to allude me

Like water under a bridge from a distance.

Social inadequacy is desired beyond words

And harder than talking to a policeman

After apparent attempted suicide…

… You want it so bad, it can’t happen.

You get done doing the yard, and

Putting the mower away in the garage.

Feel the squish of struggling bird

Under your feet. It makes this smell.

… You try to dart or dance away

And stomp on another one, You get a shovel

Might as well get used to it.

We hurt more by an accident

And repay wonderful kindness with clumsy intention!!…




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Were life

to come up and stare you in the face?

You’d have forgotten your glasses.

Were the sun

to shine right into your eyes?

The shade would be in your way.

Were the wind

to blow fresh?

Ignoring new fires

stirring life’s ashes.

You’d have be numbed by its coldness.

I don’t understand you Sir,

viewing the world through opaqued lenses.

Dark overpowering shadow

negating whatever bit of light there is

whatever bit of sight you have.

“Have you ever thought of getting glasses?” …