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Robert Belenzon Poem
Then comes the call of the witch named Kabbath,
That signals the start of All Hollow's Black Sabbath.
And, from the dark crypts and the blackest of holes;
Come the night creatures, as the Midnight Bell Tolls
Come Goblins and ghoulies, black creatures all hassled.
Come the fiends of the night that haunt the High Castle.
To the cemetery fields where the undead lay waiting
For the black orgy to begin their unholy mating.
Witches, black sorcerers, and warlocks all
Dance to the wind at this black magic ball.
Their music the cry of ten million lost souls;
All hither they come as the Midnight Bell Tolls.
All gathered at last, at this darkest of hours.
To wait for the sign of Satan's great power.
That'll send them in search all over the world,
To capture the souls of ye boys and ye girls.
So, let this be a warning this Halloween night
And pay heed to thy parents, they know what is right.
Though you search for sweet treats, wherever you stroll.
Be safe in your beds, when the Midnight Bell Tolls.
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2018
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Robert Belenzon Poem
A million bright thoughts,
Explode in your brain.
They thunder and crash,
Falling like rain.
Your mind's full of wonder,
All thoughts are astray.
Though you don't realize
You were born today.
Sights, sound and smell
Are kindled with pain.
At that one moment
Inside of your brain;
The knowledge of all
Is what you have got.
As awareness set in
It's quickly lost.
But, at that one moment
You're the great on earth!
You are the apex
Of what man is worth.
Of all the great things
In this universe.
None can compare
with the Wonder of Birth!
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2019
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Robert Belenzon Poem
The world ended
In a flash.
Frayed nerves,
Hate, distrust
and touchy fingers
Ended it.
Missiles were fired,
Which ended
All talks
and Humanity.
It was all over,
One flash
Nothing left
But,
A burned-out planet.
High Above
In the heavens,
God sat,
Head bent
In defeat.
Staring down
At the blackened cinders
Of his creation.
Across the heavens
Satan sat smiling.
"Well," the devil said,
"I won that one easily.
Shall, we play again?"
God looked
At his opponent.
"Yes," he said.
"But, this time
I want
The evil forces."
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2021
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Robert Belenzon Poem
So This is Over
A living legend now dead.
All grief and sorrow
Flows through my head.
I can't understand
Why such things must be.
I wish there was someone
Who'd explain it to me.
John Lennon was human
This we cannot deny.
But, I can't understand
Why he had to die.
Was his resurgence
Not meant to be?
For creativity and love
Is what the world needs.
When I was younger
I tried to relate.
But, I can't believe
John's death was just fate.
A world stops and wonders
What has God done.
John didn't just die,
But, a part of everyone.
So This is Over
A million voices have died.
Who'd sing his new lyrics,
No only can cry.
Sometime in New York City
They murdered John.
But, his memory and music
Will Always live on.
12-8-1980
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2020
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Robert Belenzon Poem
Fallen back in the snow,
You laugh at my uncertainty.
"It's Fun," you laugh.
"At least try it once."
"But, it's too cold," I cry.
"Look, it's easy."
Arms and legs swing back and forth
Through the snow.
"Now," you say,
"Help me up carefully."
I reach down
And, pull you up.
Where you've been Is a form,
A Snow Angel.
"Do you get the idea?" You ask.
"Yes, I do."
I push you down in the snow
And fall on top of you.
Arms and legs move
back and forth through the snow.
Lips pressed hard together.
Snow Angels are fun to make
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2021
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Puppy laying
Head on knee,
I will take
Good care of thee.
Laying there
Soft and warm,
Always loving
Since you were born.
When I had to go
Away to war,
I could tell
You knew the score.
When I fight
You're on my mind,
Wishing you'd be here
All the time.
You were first,
At the door,
When notice came,
I died at war.
Puppy laying
On my grave,
I died for your
Freedom to save.
Copyright © Robert Belenzon | Year Posted 2025
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