There’s a kind of power in my failure.
Like a bell that always rings inside me.
Not too loud, but at the same time,
its echo feels like a song teaching me
that failure is but a phase.
It makes the world unpredictable.
It rings when I fall,
as if it's a sign I will rise.
It rings when I cry.
Yet when I hold a pen and paper
and write my pain out,
it barely makes a sound ,
like a bell too shy to ring.
So, I let it ring in its own time,
like it always gives me a chance to be me.
Yet on those days it rang,
it showed me that I was here,
and made me turn failure into a song,
a melody that lingers, uninvited yet welcomed.
The school comes alive once more as the students return
to work towards fulfilling their goal with a purpose to learn
to choose a career path that makes their dreams come real
to embrace the curriculum with enthusiasm and zeal
when called all together to assemble as one family in the hall
the address of the principal you can hear when a pin fall
who clearly outlines the safety rules for everyone to follow
that no one will have any reason to live with regret tomorrow
every child is important as the weakest link of a chain
for the reason of attendance is that knowledge be their gain
The role of the teacher is a sacred bond for every student to see
who walk alongside the students to ensure what it means to be free
the student must see through the teacher's eye whatever being thought
that the twist of the future will be shaped by everything brought
The jingle-jangle of coins in the cash register
and the ringing of the bell
The click-clack of the Smith-Corona*
and the ringing of the bell
The raw power and whistled shriek of the locomotive
and the ringing of the bell
The ringing bell of the telephone call
schools now use a buzzer – not a bell
Is it a better world today without these forgotten sounds
~ and without the ringing of the bell
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*An obsolete upright, manual typewriter. (Sniff, sniff).
Jingle Bell
Jingle bell, jingle bell,
Echo the words of God.
More than the rituals, may His words
touch our hearts and minds.
Jingle bell, jingle bell,
Echo the words of God.
Thou shall love thy neighbours,
Neighbouring states and nations.
We are all humans
And we shall fight the demons;
the demons that divide us
using the name of region,
religion, caste or creed
for their own greed.
Jingle bell, jingle bell,
Echo the words of God.
More than the rituals, may His words
touch our hearts and minds.
Jingle bell, jingle bell,
Echo the words of God.
Duckweed and hamhock Recipes
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Written By: Staccato Tremolo
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Rubisco alluring adjectives modern slang sounds so sexy.
It rizzy charm and satisfying Piquant.Yes, you can turn
desert land into an oasis by establishing a reliable
freshwater source, building a protective windbreak
, and enriching the sandy soil with organic matter.
Southwest Wildflower Mixes,California Poppy,Portulaca,
Desert Marigold .Back to Rubisco, it is the most
abundant substance on earth.
it is found in every green thing in every
plant on this planet.Responsible for photosythersis
it will be processed to be used as a protein for daily meals
.Calliandra californica,Tetrameris tetrapter,Hesperaloe parviflora,
Caesalpinia mexicana,Hesperaloe parviflora. Phrygian dominant
and quarter tones.
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Use spinach if you don't have access to duckweed.
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Tener age must be stated and true if dating and co mingling are
in process! Ordered by the Grand Poohbah of the Order of Buffalo's.
Only an ancient yet sacred silver cathedral bell
Has a holiest mystical resonance to dispel
All of the evilest energies originating from Hell.
As the clock ticks and the bells ring
We're caught in the middle of a storm uncertain what tomorrow might bring.
The mundane feels heavy, the routine feels off;
Like a wave so strong you can't shake it off.
The packed halls reeking of a new stress,
Leaving us all stranded looking for a way out of the mess.
The future stands there dim and colored gray,
Appearing so far yet just a few rings away.
In shaded modest forests grow
the tiniest white bells pure as snow.
Their wild perfume will stop the show
beneath the charm of any rainbow.
AP: 1st place 2026
Still the feel where I can't get to see him lingers
as an Emille bell —
piercing on my mind
like an echo.
Not the song.
Not the fame.
Just the bell.
The distance.
The sound.
It pierces my heart —
not being able to see him near.
Hiding.
Like the bell under the curve.
It’s perturbing
how the single peal of a bell
in the dead of night
makes the air ring
like hammer banging
on a cold steel anvil
a finger-nail drag
on an old blackboard
sound blasting up
through a
a startled dream-hole
upstart—
Past and present—
collude and collide.
Splinters and spray
meld into the shrill stillness.
when you startle, jump up,
bolt upright!
awake,
awake,
Awake!
Alexander Graham Bell,
inventing the phone was really swell.
Never thought I would take him to bed,
if my husband finds out I am dead.
History
Will tell
His story
He gives hell
To everyone
And to the world
As he lies and lied, he swirled
Like the leaves of autumn.
Everyone has a story
History will not absolve this one
Who is guilty
Of so much: racism,
Sexism, nepotism
Hypocrisy and weapon
Of mass destruction
No reason
To abuse power and position
Since both are ephemeral
This short-lived role
Will pass like any other season
Only God is eternal
All wars are illegal
In accordance with the Scriptures
Said the High Priest along with the vicars.
History
Will tell
His story
Ring the huge bell
Of the Cathedral
Only God is eternal
This is only a short summary
Of his biography
And not his one-page eulogy
For insulting and hurting Humanity.
Copyright © April 2026 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I knew a man from downtown Bell South
who could stick his own d-ck in his mouth.
That put him in the same bucket
as that famed man from Nantucket,
though he swore he never did suck it.
Days passed by to cross sixty and years ran —-
to cross seventy with full fledged activities as I was to scan -
Eventually had to cross Eighty, what to do !
No alternative, but compelled to live too.
Only dragging dull days , swimming in stagnant pool.
No excitement confronting scary shark but to remain cool.
Not to invite golden goose flapping wings in charismatic charm.
All achievements turned obsolete ! Last bell to ring ending life - term.
Mable Bee the magnificent invited us to her house for a spell
I am going to turn my familiar into a liberty bell.
Allasha allushia alligawee and quick
She swizzled her wand with a kind of a flick
Her black cat was still a cat, but purple you see
She pretended it was her plan all along, Mable Bee
The rest of us remembered she had failed spells 101 at school
But we kept our voices silent, for that is the unwritten witch rule.
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