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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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?” …







… “we always were,” he whispered, “a timeless memory”

“We soar above convention, on winged affinity”.

… “Together… more than two,” she mused, their uncapped alchemy.

Billowing beyond rapport, in singularity.

… Echoes from the Pantheon, deific euphony

Proclaimed their bonding preordained, recorded destiny.

… “Life’s a quest for complement, a rapt congruity

“your union rides the fulcrum of a rare fortuity.”

… “Unfettered by the ligatures of custom’s sophistry

“a wealth eclipsing  virtuous, your serendipity.”

… “you see,” he said, enfolding her, set obligation free

“I’ll lead the way to Camelot to live our ‘meant to be.”

… But habit held her hostage, and he wooed uncertainly

Wrapped around the words he spoke in timid prophecy.

… A flight to the familiar, to home and family

He lives with how it might have been… she lives in reverie!! …