Short Belting Poems
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tweeting the whistling bird sings
lovely melodies
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lively young birds tweets
chirping belting out solace
lovely melodies
8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
King
B B
Belting it
strong and cries
Body and spirit
Beaming into his voice.
Guitar his soul appendix
Together in spirited lick
"Lawd I'm cryin' this out to your sky!
I've got and give and feel the blues inside!"
No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.
These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.
Okay.
a wry sense of humor
belting laughter erupts my fancy you tickle
ace lampooner
mirth flows free
rare as a buffalo nickel
pure glee
hurray
comic boomer
ha's!
a wry sense of humor
rare as a buffalo nickel
ha's!
What kooky weather, hails belting down
A spectacular display, it pummelling our town
It's supposed to be spring
Must be winter's last fling
Sure not appreciated, almost broke Jack's crown
© Jack Ellison 2015
Contest: Connect the dots
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 31.01.2026
Lethargic languorous leanings ~
Lilting life, like legato,
Abrupt arpeggios alarm
an agitant afternoon,
Bleary brain breathing ballad beats,
Belting burnt out broken blues.
I am disposable-
No smile can illuminate me
No song can make me dance
There is no rhythm in my family
I cannot make harmony
With a voice that’s belting a different tune
I was not made for this
I may look like watercolor paint
But I cannot blend
I am oil paint
I stain
I am not right
I can only be me
I am disposable
Spoken words are as cryptic
as Chinese restaurant menus.
Combo fifteen please
hold the rice and cashews.
Music is music, so I thought
belting those hymns with enormous
volume, lest God be disappointed
and walk out on the performance.
Silence, a useless treasure
when trying to reconnect.
with friends, it’s always easy
as nothing, is written in cement.
Beekeepers become bafflingly bitter
Bearing bee bites between binges.
Beekeepers become bigots by being biggest
Bee braggers beyond Bolivia.
Beyond beauty of busy, buzzing
Beauteous bumbling bees, beekeepers be
Befuddled by basic beekeeping bonuses.
Besides bigotry, and biases, beekeepers be
baffled and bamboozled by brother bees being
brilliantly brittle by banjo belting.
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
intelligence diverge upon starlight
shrouded in extrubiant relight
candles melter in resplendent swelter
i belt out a belting belter
wax drip drop drips on burned lips
swinging out swingsets from smashed and cracked hips
meow woof howl
digging in the sky with a trowel
drppng vry sngl vwl
oi ee ie oe
the end..................................again
Someday, someone will bring back de Blues
Crying songs of yesterday
When we were young
When no better than de hurting songs were sung
Heartbreak caused us all to bruise
Someday, another Billie Holliday will rise up
A Bessie, Howlin’ Wolf, and Bobby Bland
Ella belting from de heart
Their deep-down message from de start
Blip, blub-a-do, wop, bip-bop a ‘bup.
written September 9, 2021
A dull soothing drizzle tickles her skin.
Her scheduled smile failed to arrive.
Dotting the green sea, rhythm and sighs.
Bead after bead she prays:
" Oh Mother, Oh Father.
What shall I do?
My heart fails, the tears fall,
but I do so love you"
Belting chimes, trammels unmoved.
Cursing whipping winds paint the horizon.
Lips caressing each word.
Wading through memories, mist and confusion.
Paletted dress, she sits and says, amen.
the wind chills the pane
as you tear at her heart
and she sits inside,
playing her love songs on guitar-
belting emotions
praying for you to come back
but the pane stays cold
reality finished that chapter
now she sits and waits-
waiting,
for her next kiss,
one she can fall for
one who completes her
when the pane can defrost
and the wind warms your heart
the kind where rain is better than sun
and you'd rather have a cloudy day
than the sun
because it is that magical
Form:
The buxom diva shattered chandeliers when she sang soprano.
Opera houses vibrated and thundered when she sang contralto!
When belting out an aria her voice quivered like Robin Hood's bow,
As she struggled through Mozart's ll re pastore blow by tedious blow!
His lady friend sat rapt but not her culturally impaired and hapless beau!
He'd much rather they'd spent the evening at the Grand Ol' Opry show!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Glad to be here next to morning
where the sun shines like a sign
Augur moments made for singing
old refrains of songs of time
Belting out she aims to rhyme
It's an honor to be part of
earth's remembrances and joy
Harbingers of love thereof
she His messenger His envoy
Singing out like Helen of Troy
Beneath a sky of ancient blue
one daughter filled with awe
Revering flowers filled with dew
and blessed crows that caw
Voicing out with gusto, chaw
Your gift is to move me, to roll me with rhythm
like wind through the windows and road under thunder
Your voice in vibration in speaker sensation
Summer has found it's theme song
Heat humming humid, sweet perspiration
Found my own voice in complete liberation
Belting my lungs to the open air patient
Hitting the notes hard and wrong
You are my oasis in summer vivacious
Crunching the rhythm with promise envision
Found you cathartic, connect me electric
Summer has found it’s theme song.
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