tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70003867381714160382011-04-21T17:41:15.875-06:00This blog is for my poetry. I have always loved writing, I just never said I was any good at it.Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-85680980416364977332009-04-21T16:37:00.001-06:002009-04-21T16:44:39.706-06:00white clouds surround<br />softly sucking in flame<br />a bittersweet cough<br />a long glance around<br />giggles begin to spew<br />a lovely new perspective<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-8568098041636497733?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-13968242807679810562009-03-16T15:55:00.003-06:002009-03-16T15:59:20.682-06:00Create a poem using only six words in each line<br /><br />Magnificent kingdom crumbles into dark abyss<br />Sin filled baboons dine on greed<br />Angered and abused, they blabber incessantly<br />Aching desire for pure simplicity fades<br />Superior tragedies bleed through uncomfortable silences<br />Basking in tumorous concerns over nothing<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-1396824280767981056?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-36276154905211332262009-03-06T12:58:00.001-07:002009-03-06T12:59:55.962-07:00make a rhyming poem with "door hinge" as fast as you can!<br /><br />as she heard the door hinge<br />she came to realize<br />there was an end to this more binge<br />as she put down her last life line<br />she felt one last twinge<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-3627615490521133226?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-88040188162549314492009-03-05T15:14:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:51.006-07:00I have a wonderful voice<br />A beautiful mind, of course<br />But it’s not acknowledged<br />Without a willing choice<br />You don’t see my eyes<br />My nose, my face<br />You look down below<br />And put me in my place<br />Slut, whore, easy, too<br />I wear clothes just the same<br />Tops fit me just right, am I to blame?<br />Just like all the others<br />Same thoughts, same dreams<br />But, I got more down there<br />So, now, you become mean<br />I see your judging eyes<br />But, it’s something I can’t hide<br />“They’re bogus, she paid.”<br />“Let’s give her funny names.”<br />No longer just a person<br />But, a body part it seems<br />I just want to be recognized<br />And, maybe, not be seen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-8804018816254931449?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-56149505642964943152009-03-05T15:12:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:40.395-07:00Still young, still new<br />Not ready to bring life into<br />This world still recent and fresh<br />A little stick speaks deeply<br />Two pink lines make things bleak<br />Future now looks hazy and white<br />Don’t know how to study tonight<br />Whispers pleas for the right solution<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-5614950564296494315?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-27049013404285441822009-03-05T15:10:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:31.204-07:00One step from the long black ride<br />FLASHFLASHFLASH blinding the eyes<br />Grin now and linger a raised hand<br />Inventing love for screaming strangers<br />Name begins to slip from meaning<br />Is it who you are or what you wear<br />Naively taking the false weight of notoriety<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-2704901340428544182?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-45188025481613702192009-03-05T15:09:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:19.948-07:00Pacing on the claimed corner<br />Waiting for habitual clientele<br />Making all this superbly possible<br />This little baggy holds spirituality<br />Sidewalk becomes the church<br />Supplier evolves into majestic savior<br />Small prayer for a little extra<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-4518802548161370219?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-24960291257488059192009-03-05T15:07:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:11.464-07:00No time for morning kisses<br />Through the front door<br />Through the Lexus door<br />Through the building door<br />Distinguished box swings side to side<br />Clammy hands shake up and down<br />Packaged greetings, greedy responses<br />Fleeting emotion leaves cracks in foundation<br />Swipe of the pen and another shake shake<br />Brief goodbyes from tainted minds<br />Through the office door<br />Through the garage door<br />Through the bedroom door<br />Tacky tie slithers down sore neck<br />No time for goodnight kisses<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-2496029125748805919?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-70624111559458073132009-03-05T15:05:00.000-07:002009-03-05T15:07:47.232-07:00Starring blankly into random space<br />Children’s laughter surrounds<br />Swings and little legs pass by vision<br />Loss of paycheck, loss of purpose<br />Smiles and slow applause to kin<br />Feigning encouraging phrases<br />A quick nod and a wave make due<br />Below, a screaming hunger for chaos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-7062411155945807313?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-86661861984568900752009-03-05T15:03:00.002-07:002009-03-05T15:05:45.693-07:00Bright, white teeth break through<br />Careless, maroon red lips<br />Pompous laughter spills and echoes<br />Designer lipstick leaves an impression<br />On the clean, sparkling crystal<br />Affluent proverbs suffocate the room<br />Shallow trepidations rule conversation<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-8666186198456890075?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-52640133628203672472009-03-05T15:03:00.001-07:002009-03-05T15:03:51.540-07:00Sun begins to fall over the sky<br />The sweet scent of freedom<br />Leaks through the vents<br />Final hour lingers everlasting<br />Burning yearn for homestead<br />Twiddling cracked thumbs<br />Exhaustion takes its toll<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-5264013362820367247?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell Bellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462188756616108189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000386738171416038.post-70761816848447491822009-03-05T15:01:00.001-07:002009-03-05T16:28:59.301-07:00In the corner of one’s eye<br />Lost soul with pleas on chest<br />Black ink prays for green in hand<br />Frozen fingers peek through cotton<br />Six layers leaves back with hump<br />Sorrowful eyes scream their woes<br />A constant ache for comfort<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000386738171416038-7076181684844749182?l=lipsareonfire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chell 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