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Jack Belck Poem
JEALOUSY
I hate the guy
my girl wants to see.
Does she think
he's better than me?
Or maybe I'm really
better than she.
If I stop my hate
will I lose my date?
Copyright © Jack Belck | Year Posted 2018
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Jack Belck Poem
There he hangs amidst his bunch,
tempting me to have him for dinner,
filling me with guilt about how I feel
about this living thing with its yellow skin.
My Buick’s also yellow, a sight to see.
It was bought almost new in 2001.
The car covers the miles like a rocket ethereal,
the banana’s king sliced atop a bowl of oatmeal.
My Buick is a world-beating car,
the banana in the night is a shining comet.
I love them both dearly
and worship them annually.
Copyright © Jack Belck | Year Posted 2017
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Jack Belck Poem
The Seeker
Wither goest thou
without thyself?
Braving the far
or exploring the near
while the past
colors and clouds
what you know
colliding and conspiring
with wherever you go.
When you returned
what had you learned?
Things there were not the same.
Much had but another name.
They take their way of life
for granted
the way you do
where you were planted.
You surely knew when returned
that just another page of life
had turned.
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Jack Belck Poem
Her perfect face and body
his tanned muscles and smile
come together for passion
but only for awhile.
Reality always reminds
flesh bonds with flesh
but cannot connect
to untouched minds.
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Jack Belck Poem
The Substance of Being
Ponder carefully the worth of those poems enshrouding
life’s mysteries with mysteries of their own enclouding,
as language's beauty is embellished or concealed,
puzzling readers when reality remains unrevealed.
Shunning substance, how could such poets be proud
of painting frail gossamer words on a passing cloud?
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