Best Bellows Poems

Last night I wandered past your total disregard
And walked forlorn 
Stark insecurity amplified
Still I walked , my usual forebearance uncomplied

Upon furthermost the distance between us...

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An empty echo bellows from within the depths of a chasm. Endless and cold, it moans an apathy that desecrates the sanctity of love and...

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The handwriting became darker,
And I imagined your hands pressing upon the page,
Wavering whether to write your thoughts or not
Soon, sure, the wavering became conviction,
And in...

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forest storm winds warn
in loud bellows and whispers ~
trees vertical plight...

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Harvey the Hippo

Harvey is a huge hippopotamus
Who bathes in a bay that is bottomless
HIs mouth is as large as a riverboat barge
And he weighs ten...

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Rumbles roar
Waterfall's bellows pitch
Misty spray sprinkles rocks quinces thirst

Soft moist moss
Springs forth upon hard rock
Constant moisture encourages growth

Yell water
Rush, reverberate
Crash, clamor upon solid firm stone

Fresh...

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He sits in a wheelchair pushed to the curb.  The people around him move aside to assure he is able to see.  His...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
           ...

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"Fata Morgana" 

feet hardly touch the ocean
when silent stars of no voice
transmit words to pay the ferryman
on the water no reflection 

gently the sun waves...

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Fans
the heart-
that bellows
embers into
flames...

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A contracted seafarer...concerning no servile rank, 
kept e'er involved watch...away from menial daily tasks top deck,
while steadfast wary of...the diligent taskmaster's whip.

A dawn swift gust...brushes...

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The house sits locked and bare;
a derelict car sputtering off
with the last of the possessions 
that owned her.

Bellows of dust and sparks
trailing; lingering behind 
as...

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"The Odyssey of We are Centre"



Where does he come through 
with his fishing lines?
Casting off metaphors
worms of vitriol
hooked and dipped,
he’s so green backed  
rolling...

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In My Dreams Of Death

    In my dreams of death, my desires create
    not a bright, merciful angel there...

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Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries,...

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