Best Bela Poems
Late in the night walking thro’ a snow filled field
Windy winter wild night, clear and cold
The moon is bright and the sun is afield
Light as day and dark as night I behold
A wondrous beauty of winter’s revealed.
There’s nothing quite like a clear winter’s night
The land is quite quiet as if in a great slumber
Over a fresh blanket of snow moon reflects light
No chirping from insects and no birds chatter
Thought of my beauty Bela, wish was here to-night
Reaching my cabin, saw a horse tied to the post
Perhaps close familiar friend has come for a visit
Oh, there was my Bela, all red and hot almost
I almost rushed to huddle around the fire to bit
The cold till the early hours of the morn engrossed.
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* Nox is the Roman Goddess of Night
Third Place
Contest: Any Poem Goes by P.D.
Categories:
bela, night, romantic, winter,
Form:
Quintain (English)
“Boys will be girls,
and girls will be boys”
Utter false parenting
The power of impotent suggestion
by the ignorant immature
God made the male and the female;
and at birth,
it’s womb evident navel plain to tell
Gomorrah girls will be Bela boys
Changed genitalia minds
are gonna walk
down the aisle
like a Bride of Frankenstein
Gather ‘round the closet campfire,
Darwinian boys and girls
Listen to some evolutionary jock shock tales
of baseball leather love
for hard diamonds and cold pearls,
stroked by velvet gloves
Id disorientation: It’s a New Age sexual theme,
the corporate suits
sell a lot of hybrid products of male femininity
And even more of the hormonal reverse it seems
Bela boys will be Gomorrah girls
Changed genitalia hearts
are gonna hit
dat adder moving, morality target
with da Cinderfella darts
Bearded boys
razor living in their estrogen doll houses
Ponytail girls
panty changing into testosterone spouses
Unnatural selection ... spiritual rebellion
Gomorrah girls playing mean soldier boy games,
Bela boys singing girl blues, such a bosom shame
The more bod sexes make the gender change,
the pod mental breakdowns all look the same
Third gender is so androgynous wrong,
Mrs. Lara Croft once was Mr. Indiana Jones
And future tomb raiders are gonna find
a third gender class of human gen-eng bones
Lofty laboratory gender transformation
of the surgically altered physique
Changed body ID specimen specification,
third choice oft be motive oblique
Bela boys love to role like a girl,
Gomorrah girls dress play the other way
Unnatural selection ... Zeboiim hellion
Girls changing into boys,
and boys changing into girls
As the natural light dims,
dark Admah desire
changes the face of the world
Categories:
bela, bible, confusion, gender, wisdom,
Form:
Ode
Eileen has nicknamed me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his piles of dough though
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks she means before his facelift
At least that's what I hope she meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what she really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With than familiar rasp in his voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
Eileen could have nicknamed me Bela
As Dracula I never would have made it
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
bela, dedication, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
Sheesh
I am not a monster like Bela*
I’m just a romantic fella
But this is no good
I see Hollywood
Has decided to slam Cinderella
Ok, some of you have pointed out my mistake and I acknowledge, I was wrong. It was Snow White and not Cinderella they were slamming. But Snow White doesn't rhyme with fella so... : ) I guess I don't know my fairy tales too well. Regardless it is ridiculous.
I know this Limerick sucks but what the hell is going on in this world?
I read this morning that some Hollywood star (?) has come to the decision
that because Prince Charming kissed Cinderella while she was asleep
(under the witches spell) he did so without her permission so this cartoon
is sending a bad message to young boys. I mean, what’s next?
Bambi, because his little rabbit friend’s name is Thumper and
that rhymes with Hump Her? Sheesh.
* Bela Lugosi who portrayed Dracula in the movies
Categories:
bela, angst,
Form:
Limerick
a big helping of kettle corn
a good classic movie starring spencer tracy
money left over from all bills paid....for once
no cares in the world....for now
monday nowhere in sight....at least not yet
a good woman still holding me down
me rubbing her back as we react to said spencer tracy movie
somewhere along the way katharine hepburn shows up
a two horror flicks with boris karloff and bela lugosi respectively are coming on next
we feel as if we are in heaven...the big helping of kettle corn is all almost gone....
....heaven help our stomachs later on....
Categories:
bela, beautiful, day,
Form:
Free verse
Some people call me Kenny
Because of my resemblance to Mr. Rogers
Wish I had his enormous piles of dough
I'd sure be a happy old codger
Methinks they mean before his facelift
At least that's what I hope they meant
It made him look like a real different person
Not as charming in any event
So I'll take it that's what they really meant
When Kenny was young and virile
Instead of this ageing singer of love songs
Fame can be fleeting and so fragile
Mr. Rogers can still belt out a love song
With his familiar raspy voice
For over four decades he been charming us
Was everyone's favourite choice
So I really don't mind the nickname Kenny
A compliment is how I take it
People could have nicknamed me Bela
But as Lugosi I never would have made it
Categories:
bela, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Nine on each vampire team
all eighteen clones of Bela Lugosi it seemed
one up at bat turning into one
flying super fast making a home run,
The umpire vampires would always call out safe
not wanting to get into a vampire riot just in case
knowing each other quite like an old book
all belonging to the same vampire brotherhood,
I was the only baseball fan in the stands
wearing a turtleneck which was a good plan
eating peanuts and popcorn in the night air
as one of the Bela fellas gave me an eerie stare,
It didn't matter who I rooted for
while Count Dracula kept the baseball score
seems like they were just in it for fun
that is till the emergence of the sun,
Suddenly they all disappeared in the twilight air
because when I awoke no one was there
just me yawning and stretching in bed
with the field of vampire dream still in my head.
9-30-17
Categories:
bela, baseball, gothic, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Strawberry flower
incense
breeze whispers
a smell
of indian print
curtains.
North Beach
musk perfumed oasis.
Wind chimes
tickle memory moment
flying down
Grant Street
breeze blowing
blaring Baez beat
on gawking tourists
whose crane necks
turn to see
Me
hugely pregnant.
Poignant ache
memory
through times fog
seeping under sills
fills
a world
bridging the Gate's
ancient groan
of Bela birth
and Brownie grave.
Miles
of blue worlds
misty soft tears
meet a heart
overflowing
in a warm caress
for yesterday.
Categories:
bela, history, nostalgia, places,
Form:
Free verse
Drac, Wolf, Frank, and Claude
Bela to Lon, doubtless psychosis,
Karloff insert he needs hypnosis,
those three murmured on,
awe night till scared dawn,
Rain unseen flights for diagnosis.
2020 October 09
Categories:
bela, allegory, character, halloween,
Form:
Limerick
Every story has a plot, has some turning points, some twists, some turns and some interesting differences in points of view. This story is no exception from that norm. The only difference is that this is a play of shadows. Shadows of invisible strings and eventually those shadows are merging somewhere according to the wish of the coordinator, who is just another shadow acting behind the scene. Therefore, this is an endless story of shadows. Is it too complicated? I guess so.
For the easiness of perception, the shadows are in dire need of names. Do you have a unique name in your mind? I do not think so. Do you know why? I think so, as you are just a voice inside my head. I think so, as you are still an entry-level effort, trying to persuade and convince. I fancy Almighty did not categorize entry-level conscience, anywhere, never. Conscience 101…102, is it there?
For progression, I will keep my chattering ongoing. It is essential to living to the fullest extent, as we, all have only one life, one single precious life! But right now, I am mumbling with all my ability, and I need to pick up a shadow and name her a sweet name. What name should I give her? I have a knack to provide all girls a name, a friendly, unique name. Do you know what it is? The name is “Bela.” Now, do you know why? Yes, now, I see a nodding through my wrinkled white pages, the pages I am taking in my powerless palm and throwing in the trashcan. It is written for good, for all.
And, on this very moment, I changed my mind. I decided that it will not be a girl, it will be a boy. It will be one dashing, smart boy. Now, I am thinking about a name. And the only name I could think of is “Nemo,” A Latin word meaning “No one.”
I know, it serves the purpose. For the better, for all.
Categories:
bela, write,
Form:
Prose
Bela é a borboleta
belo é o arco-iris
bela a poesia perfeita
que escreve a natureza
Bella é la farfalla
bello é il arcobaleno
bella la poesia perfetta
che scribe la natura
Hermosa es la mariposa
hermoso el arco-iris
hermosa la poesia perfecta
que escribe la naturaleza
Belle est le papillon
belle est arc iris
belle la póesie parfaite
qui écrit la nature
Schön ist der Schmetterling.
Schön ist der Regenbogen.
schöne perfekte Poesie
wer schreibt die Natur
Beautiful is the butterfly
beautiful is the rainbow
beautiful the perfect poetry
that writes the nature... !
Portuguese, Italian, Spanish, French,German and English
Categories:
bela, beauty, literature, poetry,
Form:
Quatrain
You have to feel sorry for Nancy Pelosi
To control the 'Squad'
She tries to play God
But she comes off more like Bela Lugosi
Categories:
bela, conflict, satire,
Form:
Clerihew
I must be mad, delusional, bezerk,
And acting like the biggest jerk...
I awoke, Bela Lagosi by my side,
He was snoring, I was petrified!
Got up to escape,
To my closet to shape,
A means to leave beneath his cape,
My heart in mouth agape,
I rushed to the door, fearing
vampire teeth rape...
I found Frankenstein's Monster,
was the Doorman,
You couldn't scare me much more, man!!
Exited fast, hailed a cab,
And who's but driving?
The mummy, dressed so drab....
Jumped out to take the El,
And wouldn't you know it,
Oh what the hell,
Wolfman Jack at the switch,
I can't get away!!
Son of a Bi_ch!!
Started to run in the park,
Calling out for someone to hark,
I'd had enough, might never make it...
Then espied my miseralbe wife,
Who made my existence a tortured life,
Ran back to Monster-Land,
Fast as I can,
If I'm gona die,
I need a reason why,
I'd rather die with a monster
in a ditch.
Then by torture by that
b_tch!
Categories:
bela, confusion, life, mystery,
Form:
Burlesque
Preventivo
Desde sempre
o preventivo
do tédio e do
aborrecimento
é o trabalho.
No trabalho
Prazeroso,
a vida é bela,
e sempre
se faz
mais e mais.
Categories:
bela, business,
Form:
Free verse
My child is grown
to the state of a voice
whose every pitch
asks questions
for which
I have no reply.
These garbled queries
like music to my ears
fill the fear
that as he grows
the questions will
no longer remain
in merely the pitch,
and I may hold
no answers
for his
innocence.
- 1965 -
Categories:
bela, hope, love, mother,
Form:
Free verse