Best Bell Poems

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Twenty Pints of Sunshine
David J Walker

It seemed to be the only thing 
In abundance on the farm
The light and heat
	The shine so bright
Long days 
short nights
And work doled out in the mornings

Today we will bottle in bell jars
20 pints of sunshine 
	And call it canning
A summer seasons planning 
Saved for the 
	Short days
		The long nights...

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We saw a dim light upon top of the Bell House Tower
a scream echoed out and then a dark shadow slipped 
by the light, in the midnight hour.

What was that? I asked my friend, I don't know
she said, but it sounded as if something has met
it's end.

The wind was blowing with such a strange howling
and...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand

At dawn’s brittle cusp—
  he climbs, each step
    a nail in time’s coffin
  breath ragged
    a Psalm torn mid-hymn.

The rope tastes of incense and myrrh—
  Liberty’s fracture
    braided through its fibers
  a wound
    that never quite...

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"Bugger the "Group" mentality. I say burn it up with a revolutionary act, start your own Group. If you didn't exist, there would be no world. You are your own world, your own Cosmos, you are luminescent, keep on shining - the people who matter will move towards your light. Leave the other befuddled fools...

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The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we never overcame her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only managed with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things, arms and legs, hands and feet.

Above the medicines and washes, 
we...

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Reposted tribute to Mr. Tom Bell, as per Christy's call for all who had the pleasure of 
knowing Tom to write a poem for him. :)




How is it that someone can touch
Your very soul,
Without ever having met 
Face to face?

How is it that my heart lies shattered
Upon this desolate plane
Without ever having seen the cause
For...

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The Bells of my memory knell
  With rhymes to sing and stories to tell
       Although from afar I hear them come  
   My heart shall sense,
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The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies, 
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When...

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They don't speak
those walls
only absorb
scraps of life
the stench of urine
lucky pennies
desperate art
and a ringing clamber of voices
that move with every rush of air
down winding subway tunnels
 
here life collides 
in status
and in thunders
those walls
bear witness 
to many miseries
and many wonders 
 
on this day
the subway walls
mesmerised by a sight
never seen before
lamented 
the death of beauty
as...

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Hand in hand two sprites on a magic flight      
with wings of crystal glass and fairy light 
they flew, inside an abstract sky of white  
wing to wing, one was nimble one was bright 

Wearing  taffet gowns of silky swishes 
they were often flourishing their wishes 
blessing all...

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yellow daisy chain
Birkenstocks sandals
ukuleles play
peace sign happy face
a hippie child

1960’s
Woodstock music
pass around bong
free love flowing

bell bottoms
hip-huggers
lava lamp

flower
child

love...

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~Bells~
( The Bell )


Bells
I like them 
All very big or 
Small some are very old
Can find them in churches
And in emergencies some too
They just sound happy and sometimes 
Sad


Bells
Are very sweet
And sound very nice
Toll in good  bad times
I hear them  pealing in 
The distance with a nice 
Sound giving time every day and
Hour




Dorian...

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Cousin Bell moved into a maisonette,
Was promptly told she could not have a pet
Not a cat or dog
Not a fish or frog
What about a gorilla she just met?...

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I think there is a new vibration, I can feel it right here on my stoop.
Can you smell it in the wind, I’m thinking it might be some poop.
It could be a sudden division, of a burrito that stuck in my bowels.
I’m feeling a little emotional, can someone please hand me some towels.

My eyes are...

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