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Best Poems Written by Robert Bellam

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Donkey

beautiful
braying voice loud
unhappy soul, no

true contentment
he simply wants attention 
and see you

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Tabby Cat

tabby cat, eyes glow
moving in garden shrubbery
hunting, pausing

alert to movement
within shadowed places
soft purr erupting

pounce and miss
joyful moment, hunt is fun
now a nap for her

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The Pearl and the Oyster

My gift on treasured shoulders lay
     Touch him, roll him, kiss his breast
      But know, you're not his first

      I too came to love this bit of shell
      This tiny structure, set upon my pink cushions, soft as day
      Together, we lay in watery depths, hidden within translucent light

       At first, its birth unwanted
       I tried to shed this growing thing
       In time, I came to know this silent child, held fast within me

       He grew in circlets, brightness in its unseeing eyes
       I shielded him from the outside world
       This thing, my own, my special orb

       Then one day a metal bite
       Fingers entered and felt my child
       A rip, a tear and then I lost

       My orphaned one, bound on knotted string
       His future lie, on slender necks
       Adorned by a lover's gift

       Now, I a tiny thing, a bit of shell
       Placed upon pink cushions, soft as day
       To wait and grow, until I too, can be touched
       And kissed upon a loved one's throat

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The Poet In Twelve Lines

Eureka, a thought, a pause, a word unwritten, floats above him
A sign to this gullible soul, a warning, depression may soon strike
The poet smiles inside, no buffoonery here, his fingers tensed, ready

Brain alert, hands freed to strike the keys, to make language appear
He is not just a putter down of words, he lives inside an extraordinary world
Empathy, his spectacular gift, phrases shared to bare the wounds and pleasures of Mankind

Ubiquitous, should be the poet's middle name, his verse is truth, found everywhere
In mountain village, towering cityscape or humble home, the poet's lines are read and spoken
In them, his expression of love, of life, of folly is understood, passed from one to the other

Groups will gather to discuss, to share his thoughts, his written word
Black letters placed on paper, his inner songs spread to open ears and willing hearts
Imagination fired in others by the fingers of a solitary person, depression defeated again today
                          Admitted Poetry Soup 5/18       poem submitted 5/31/18

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Breath

sunlight streaming
breath on frosted pane
crystal patterns etched

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The Mouse

pink toes in snow
wet silver fur darkened
whiskers shivering

soft grass nest nearby
his mate is waiting
with warmth and love

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Dragon Fly

A dragon fly follows
Between crystal glazed rocks
Rippling water flows

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Christmas Morning

tinsel hangs
glitter glows
gift boxes

lids closed
nervous
hands out

Santa knows
torn paper
wonderful

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Renewal

Silver shadows, moving in piney woods
golden leaves, on stick thin branches
Touching, grating, letting their presence known

On the ground, seemingly dead things move
In the breeze, bronze shapes flutter and lift
Then rest, to wait for winter’s chill, and springtime rains

To nourish, the great roots of nearby trees, dormant yet alive
Golden leaves set the stage, for sunlit growth and warmer days
To come, when life will sprout and grow once again

In due time these too will bronze, die and fall
To sustain the forest crust and renew thick wood
Nature’s promise held in silver shadows, moving in piney woods

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The Widow's Walk

This railing in the sky
Guards me in a heart pounding search 
A place to tread and use your eye
Such a tiny space, planks well used, a church

For prayers and tears to flow
My linen cloth clutched in hand  
beneath Sunrise, Sunsets glow
I watch beyond the land

And fear death, sadness and loss
Wait, there, did a shadow heave
On the horizon, a ship, a kiss upon my cross
Its her, the 'Martha D,' or I'm deceived

Yes, yes, at last she's home 
I'll run to hold my love most dear
This Widow's Walk a perch used to groan
Now filled with laughter, not with tears