Best Alarm Bell Poems
When looking for a quack with spiked rates
Some try the Windowed Office of Bill Gates
Coz right on the spot
He’ll give you a shot
But be prepared to accept his dictates
His business, Microshot, you may know
Needled itself ahead of every foe
With billions of bucks
To create deluxe
Vaccine versions 2, 3, and 4.0
Yet there are many who’ve come to razz him
And treat him with deserved sarcasm
Like those who’ve found
Themselves wheelchair bound
Though Gates claims it’s just a back spasm
Now Gates wants to vaccinate the planet
With help in tow this is how they’ll plan it
By changing genes
With secret means
Which to me sounds more or less satanic
Yet there are those who want to be first in line
To get their shot with a chaser of wine
Well here’s to their health
Or rather Gates’s wealth
Which must be baked in his evil design
But when at Bill’s door you hear the death knell
That is your vaccination alarm bell
For more than malware
Coz once in his lair
You’ll know why they call his shop ‘Gates of Hell’
From the smallest of handbells to bells that are heavy,
bells of all types make a large bevy.
Small bells are often the tinkling kind
like decorative ones in some stores we find.
There are ring-a-ling bells and bells that jingle
like jingle bells ringing when merry folks mingle.
Sleigh bells on horses evoke for me
lovely white wonderland imagery.
Other small bells women wear round their ankles.
An alarm bell that wakens me, oh, how it rankles.
There are waist bells the belly dancers often will wear
while big bells on churches call people to prayer.
Some bells sound randomly; others on queue.
There are bike bells, school bells, and cow bells too.
Of bells that chime melodies, there's more than a few.
That's what the bells called Carillon do.
Bell bottom jeans were used back in my day
and Hell's bells is an expletive some say.
The most famous bell, what might it be?
I think it's the one that's called Liberty!
There was a time I was just me
quite happy that way thought I ok
but deep inside I didn't know
something not right in my piece of clay
I lived with eyes that couldn't see
a mind that truly didn't really know
having a heart that had no feeling
spiritually it was just status quo
But then a day arrived out of the blue
I heard an alarm bell sounding a ring
looking back now it was God's spirit
planting a desire to fly my wing
My heart was open for the first time
felt a desire for God this to agree
learn from Him all that's true
the desire not to be me!
God gave the desire to know Himself
rid me of the old self no longer a friend
living in Christ my saviour and king
and my life was never the same again
(This is penned focusing on the thought "...and my life was never the same again'' describing a life-changing moment in my life the moment God changed me for eternally.)
In these a-dying days,
people are given mo’ grief news
Hope cost less than
a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze
While the crying game
is being played
over and over, time again hence
Death has a new name:
Covid-19
is the ICU cradle tomb pestilence
Folks everywhere are digging in,
with covered faces grim
As graveyards keep overflowing,
prospects be looking dim
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 hues of undertaker gurney blue
This ghastly number
be vapor fear burying lots not few
Red Masque, Red Masque
Tales of the Crypt be sew cerulean
Devil wearing a blue dress,
says the search party has just began
Flood of 911 busy signals,
gov’ment ain’t answering the phone
Twilight curfew dye vigils,
as loved ones face suffering all alone
Let the crying game
be sympathy fore played
Veil questioning is the “Why” snuff passion
Climax is the same —
Covid yourself,
bureaucrats do truly feel in a caring fashion
Folks everywhere are digging in,
with covered faces grim
As graveyards keep overflowing,
prospects be reaper dim
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 hues of constant code blue
White House doctor office is closed,
nobody is gonna attend to you
Red Masque, Red Masque
Oval lips don’t speak indigo true
White House bunker gala,
a welcoming party only for a few
A stricken nation in tear mourning,
awakens daily to no relief
Operation Neglect gives no warning,
alarm bell is cricket brief
While the crying game
is being played
over and over and over again
Passing the err blame —
Covid-19
chalks up another morgue win
As mo’ and mo’ blackbirds
keep a-perching ‘pon cemetery tombstones
Nary an Ivory rescue heard,
only coroner chirps of lies being prolonged
Red Masque, Red Masque: A cloaked cry
19 hues of pallbearer coffin blue
Last rite Lenin robes are all denim dyed,
eulogy threads was party issued
Red Masque, Red Masque
19 cryptic cues of cynical dark azure shade
White House pandemic task
was to have a masquerade party virus paid
11-20-20
Was absolutely healthy, fit and fine
With Lifestyle of jogging, gym, laugh & be merry
One day ... alarm bell rang at odd time
Angiography led to Heart’s Bypass Surgery
Situation critical, Heart went under scalpel
Reports, X-rays, Veins cut, Grafts inserted
Operation successful, Health went on to propel
Heart overhauled, new lease of life injected
Am absolutely healthy, fit and fine
With Lifestyle of diet discipline and stress no more
Every day.... alarm bell rings in time
For Yoga, Mind-Body-Soul now peaceful, blissful to core
Operated, for Others Life's countdown has begun
Rejuvenated, to me Era of "By-Pass" to "Surpass" has begun
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By Hitendra Mehta
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* Dedicated to Constance, the Rambling Poet
Written for her "Follow the Rules" contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
For simply failing to walk between the road’s white lines‘~~~~
As a teen my sister got a ticket for jaywalking
When visiting the library you must remain silent
In a country with free speech, what is the crime in talking?
Once I heard an alarm bell**** go off while on a jet plane
Lordy, you should have seen the commotion in the cabin!#?!
A passenger had lit up a smoke in the bathroom
And when the plane landed, guards were waiting to arrest him
To cars on the right we must yield at an intersection +
If nobody moves, what do we do? Wait for Judgment Day?
For government insurance we may soon be forced to pay
If we can’t afford it, will in debtors’ prison we stay?
Watering plants is often restricted when heat ~~~~ comes with drought
Are we supposed to watch precious flowers wilt and die?
If you take your child to a film, he best not make a sound****
The usher will escort you out if a toddler cries
Love thy brother is a commandment from our Creator
Throughout history wars have been waged so many times
Even the forms of poetry have so many rules
We must adhere to syllable counts and even forced rhymes!
But the rule that bothers me most is the law of the land
Thoreau was sent to jail for refusing to pay taxes :(
While some of these rules make sense to me, I don’t understand
Why we can’t ignore a few so everyone ~~~~relaxes~~~~
Rules in the poem include:
1) Jaywalking
2) Not talking in libraries
3) Smoking in aircraft bathrooms
4) Yielding right of way
5) Being forced to pay for government-run health insurance
6) Restrictions on watering plants
7) Removing crying babies from theaters
8) Loving thy brother
9) Rules of poetic forms
10) Being required to pay taxes
ONE NIGHT AT AN OYSTER BAR
"Do they have steak?", he said
to his friends, while passing time,
anxiously trying to veil his dread
of dining on sea slippery slime.
"The line's too long, we'll have to leave,
let's find another place!".
And for a moment he seemed relieved,
thinking logic had favored his case!
But then the line began to move,
and horror sculpted his face.
"I'm approaching", said he, "the awful truth
of a stomach retching disgrace!".
"The price is too high, I don't feel well,
I have to call my Mom!".
His panic pealed like a fire alarm bell,
and exploded like a bomb!
Then a grating screech direct from Hell
sent shock waves through his head.
A slime smeared waiter coarsely yelled,
"Seats for eight!", he almost fled!
"I'm lost", he moaned, marching in file
to his seat like a prisoner in jail.
"Whad'll it be?", asked a waiter named Lyle,
"Oysters!", they cried, "Five or six pails!".
Exclaiming "I'm sick!", he stared at his plate,
a quivering mountain of gray.
Teeth clenched tight, he saw his fork shake
as he willed it toward his tray.
With watery resolve he pierced the mess,
as if trying to spear a ghost.
His mind rebelled in revolting distress,
as he slid one down his throat!
His senses, like wood deeply petrified,
wondered if he were dead.
With a start he stood, eyes staring wide,
"Damn! These are good!", he said.
The smile conceals, something.
Does not offer any cue.
You were still traveling
within.
You wanted to leave the world,
as it was, without cleaving
the wood, not accepting the veneer.
It rang an alarm bell.
To evolve their own persona;
good to take their own path.
The fallout was widening.This
was an insider’s story.
What an audacious withdrawl;
and you were in a silent mode like a Buddha
to uptake the film of dust
settling on the innocent rape of book.
Satish Verma
A word of caution... the alarm bell sounds,
you will hear no absent cheering.
But be aware... some people care
to flaunt social engineering.
The missions clear... their goals are set
to brainwash every child.
Telling them what to drink and what to think
with no urchins running wild.
The schools are controlled by those who know
and they follow it to the letter.
No chips, no pop, no tater tots,
all banned to make them better.
They think they know and well aware
to be a child's savior.
To quash the evil... seems a tad medieval
to change their bad behavior.
There are cameras there and video
to watch the children move.
The child might flunk if they show some *****
and the teachers don't approve.
No spanking now or discipline
to put away their fight.
When the child's bad... don't make him sad,
just buy the kid a bike.
Kids need their space... a few dark spots
to call their very own.
To make their mark... to find that spark
before their dreams have flown.
So stop your meddling... forget your madness,
because I've got a hunch.
You will find... our greatest minds
were raised on Cap'n Crunch.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Impatient floodwaters at dams
Waiting for shutters to open,
A hodgepodge of puppets
Excited to perform: at deep slumber,
Waiting for my eyes to close,
The naughty byproducts of my brain!
I fly, glide: liberating!
I sing with a celebrity: enthralling!
I reach a different galaxy: wondering!
I flow with a river: murmering!
I see the illusory Utopia: interesting!
I meet a hero of a great epic: marvelling!
I chat with my childhood friend: giggling!
Also I get to see and feel
The serenity and purity of Heaven: glorifying!
I find myself lost in a maze: panicking!
I reach late to office: frustrating!
I see hideous monsters: quivering!
I get my opinions rejected: estranging!
I get chased by a stranger: panting!
I feel frozen and unable to move: benumbing!
Also I see vortex of smoke spiralling
At the centre of time and space: terrifying!
A mishmash of baffling events,
A drama with no sequence,
Trains take turns unexpected
At the criss-cross tracks; characters arrive:
Some much awaited; some not so,
To enact - breaking all logic.
Sometimes in the middle of sleep
I romance the vivid archipelagoes,
The stunning reefs, turquoise lagoons,
And the distant palm-fringed bays;
I wake up with a start and see darkness
Engulfing pitch black dark: despairing,
As opposed to splendid landscape: hitherto
Soothed my senses unbeknownst to me!
Striking contrast - seize my joy!
My eyelids droop and my eyes again
Succumb to slumber gracefully.
As sleep flows once more,
smoothly, gently and rapidly,
My fav sceneries reappear nimbly:
The archipelagoes, reefs, and lagoons,
Back from where they left me;
Broken threads fixed, my spirit revives!
A lost child finding his way
Reaching his mother's arms overjoyed!
Desires and wishes unconscious,
Experiences frightening and disturbing,
Pop up as dreams: the craftwork of brain.
Amidst mixed emotions I float, drown,
And as alarm bell rouses me
To meet the new dawn, I wake up:
Refreshed, peaceful, and content,
A sound sleep I did get.
Also reminding myself that
Its time to enact now:
The Drama of Life!
The drama with sequences, of course!
"No, they are assassins from Akrah!"
"They cannot be my Lord, we have orders to take them in!
"They are assassins, I say. You shall not take them in!"
"Whatever, my orders are to take them in."
"And if I stand before you!"
"I shall carry out my orders Lord!"
"My young friend, I shall not fight you."
"I am glad my Lord."
"My blood boils when I see these assassins."
"I was told they were envoys, Lord."
"May I ask you Turgon, who did give these wonderful orders?"
"The orders came from the golden king himself."
Will you do something for me, my young friend?"
"You only have to ask and you know it shall be, my Dark man."
I wish you to delegate a duty to your strongest men."
"What would this duty be, my Dark man?"
"I want these monstrosities watched, wherever they may be."
"Most assuredly my Dark Man."
"Have someone ready to ring the alarm bell at any time Turgon."
"Francis is already in position my Lord."
"I shall see you in the palace Turgon."
"You shall indeed, well met, my Dark Man."
"Well met Turgon."
The Dark man. on Turvehrhr,
he goes over to Turgon and the king's guard,
the ceremonial guard trot off towards Alahsar,
the envoys in tow.
Now, it was a pleasant evening for the festivities,
A cool breeze did blow across Badicha,
Such a beautiful night for a slow ride,
through the great golden gates,
Slowly, the knights started towards the golden gates,
at a trot.
So it was,
the celebrations would have such strange guests,
Well, the song of Alahsar,
it must now come to an end,
Your Bard must now have a little mead,
after this, the song shall begin again,
May the ancient songs of Alahsar,
ever be sung in their glory.
Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........3.
Now, we may return to Alahsar,
deep within the heart of our thought,
May my song bring Alahsar.
the golden city,
to the fore of your mind,
once more,
the vision of wonder shall become clear,
may the words paint the most striking pictures,
Now, let us charge our horns,
my Lords and Ladies,
the song, I shall now, in humility,
lay before you once more,
the song of ages,
long since past,
I shall now sing,
Come with me to the city of Alahsar.
To Be Continued..........
"Love Weaves A Mysterious Magic Spell" your's put me through a living hell. A place I did not like to dwell, I always felt like I was in a cell.
Many times I wanted to yell, my mouth was closed tight like a clam shell. If only I could say farewell, break it open like an eggshell.
I hear the ringing of a doorbell, or is it the ringing from an alarm bell. I now need some self-heal, once again I want to be very well. 3
All encompassed was my fear
Such consternation knew me well
A predeliction forced a tear
As apathy tolled alarm bell
With reverence I heard that chime
Unearthliness the peels rhyme
As condemnation fell
Morning springs,
when daylight breaks,
when alarm bell rings,
for me to wake.
Day begins
with oblivious staring
and endless pondering
for an idea to set in.
Day proceeds,
going through cyclic motions,
going at languid speed,
to reach its conclusion.
Evening falls,
ending earlier endeavors
welcoming quiet stupor
as nighttime drawls.
SATURDAY MORNING
The alarm bell has a modified
Saturday tone
And I murmur
give me 5 minutes more.
A good night’s sleep
A peaceful morning
I doze off.
Give me 5 minutes more.
I get up, make a coffee
The good feeling continues
The world is wonderful
Until the phone rings!