Best Belled Poems
TWINFLAMES
Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an intricate illusion wicked
shattering splintered sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
then baby posture soaked singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosened
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wedded yearnings
no black bumblebees boomeranged bombs
rainbow hands belled belly beckoning
Solar flares ignited twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spilling splashing space
sodalite sprinkled sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils pleasing pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
Axis acceded alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merged in mossy musical movement
Justice jumping jibbing Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posied a present perfection
Dreams delivered dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2024
tentatively we touch
gentleness a brushed lingering
rising waves of repetition unfold
achingly intense
crisp as belled glass
full of heartache, plump with longing
life races toward … to ward …
in spiral tip toed pirouettes
trailing across the tympanic membranes
sliding up and down scales
darkness sharp and ivory keys
sound reminds
6/9/14
When the mighty wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your household boast of a bountiful harvest?
Plentiful enough into your very own hut
Today a new man taken over your spirit
Trampling the power of the man of God’s thought
Tick-tack, tomorrow comes a heavy retrench
Alas, you go empty belled and no food inside your pot.
What happened to the brain given to think?
A great mind vested with power of will
But you decided to be a fool of cheeky trill
Unquestioning every questionable act of willful flick!
For a pot of porridge, thy brain halts and opts to slack
Lying low and below under a fake man’s will
Thy eyes wind open even without a wink
Yet not open enough to see the heart full of deceitful trick.
Millions of lion’s heart given to a goat to paint its will?
Weep! Cos you have sold your mind
Yet, to a set of thoughtless thinkers
Into the very hands of the man of endless gimmick
Shame! Politics have hauled the brainy brain,
And still not enough a hurt
Painting a lively skull so brainless
Thus! You are so full of total emptiness.
Relentlessly you have stopped to think
What happens when the might wind comes to a quench
And the heavy rain comes to a halt
Would your shore filled with fish so countless
Deceitful and cunny like serpent of sambissa forest
Here with you forever in thick
Soon they build a heavy fortress
So I beseech you to stop! Make a rethink
Then you can see the black mind of the man so mindless,
Yet promising to bring your black diamond home
as things speed up
at an ever faster clip
they're ready to interrupt
my mind's day nondescript
to mark my thoughts - every tiny blip
and keep them cross-indexed
in a clouded database
kept in the current context
never to be erased
their potential to be raised
and analyze my standard deviation
modeled with statistical certainty
from the belled median population
with a quartered sense of urgency
of sole life's complete transparency
what part of me is mine alone?
can I keep my dreams to myself?
I don't want my soul to be cloned,
duplicated on the data shelf
to increase capitalism's wealth
now every helix of my being
every nuance of my movement
everything's stored just in case
there's a need to erase and replicate
start me all over, guaranteeing
that, like heaven, I'll always exist
on Earthly stored mirror reflection
transcending my own transcendentalist
to be sliced into conic sections
and see if both parts can coexist
partitioned into their own zones
mirror, mirror on the net, let us make a little bet
they'll make me better with a clone
to never give worry or fear or threat
how good can become better an' better an' yet
the supplications for more and more given
ever increasing the prophets standard
inside the chip a much livelier livin'
hooking me to be pimped and pandered
leaving me left in today just hammered
my soul duplicated - my mind and body too
click to agree to fine print, installation is free
downloading too many selves to look through
to know if there ever even was, a real me
turning high aspirations to the lowest degree - money
© Goode Guy 2012-07-17
THE ALABASTER BALL
Earth sent invitations
To a danse one night
Requesting all invited
Please – to come in white.
The glass-coached clouds assembled
And the Ebon Sky
Banked its brightest fire,
Snuffed each candled eye.
Then the Winds belled music
Set a whirling pace
And down the Heavens
Waltzed the Snows,
In their finest lace.
Bushed
scrambles
straddles the
belled flower strands
for a treacherous hold camera pose
2019 September 21
#3
howmanysyllables
1,2,3,4,10
--Before meeting with her father & sisters, Cordelia is dealt a card depicting Woodwose by
Mor-Ríoghain, in the guise of a gypsy hag.
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As my sister's once-beautiful gray cat looks at me
She wasted now by a thyroid condition
I wonder what she sees in me today.
I think it would be nice to have a cat
Too bad I'm so allergic
Worse case of it we ever seen
They said at Walter Reed
And they'd given me just half a dose
On the arm during the allergy test
As I had warned '˜em.
I wouldn't want a house cat
A cat should be out-of-doors
In a barn killing mice and vermin
Stalking song-birds and eliminating
The timid humor of the chipmunk
A tiny lion.
Predator.
The sweetest thing I ever saw
Was a particoloured tabby
Crouched on a lawn
A tiny lion for sure
A beautiful hunting stalking machine.
She had a bell around her neck
And it was funny
This middle class hausfrau attempt
To deprive Tabby not of her powers
But of her reward.
They belled you, my tiny lion
So they could claim your rewards.
But you are courageous, nimble,
And you fear no pain.
With your jackrabbit hind legs
And your fierce forepaws
You manipulated the
Constraining leather collar,
Yanked and pulled and pushed
Yourself away from the executioner's yoke;
Impossible but that's your genius
To do what can't be done.
And when it was over
Claws cracked
Your neck scratched and bleeding
Drying blood stiffening the matted fur
Your coat no longer lustrous due to the
Enormity of your labour
You lay in the grass on your side
One eye glancing a peal-less heaven at an oblique angle
Over the tops of trees dancing together in a flying grove
Their purpose forgotten by the once-born.
They thought they could defeat you
And you vowed after surviving your small Shoah
'Never again.'
In China in the increase of rats,
Not only Chinese,
Made in China,
Not only toys but rats,
Where are Chinese cats?
Chinese cats all belled!
Chinese cats all belled,
By clever Chinese rats!
The Alcoholic
Parley poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Dirty dufflecoat wino
Zigzag up the street
Wobble wobble..
Topsy-turvey on the one side
And half past puzzled
His body form
Is out of order
His odour sour
Orphaned at eight
He explained
Never had a chance
Of a lifetime
I am just the formation
Of Adam's forlorn spawn
I the antonym of pleasant
Eat my dinner
On the floor
Without gravy
No one ever
Belled out a
A good word to me
Not even at home
Mine hands were
Cooked on the stove
I was called
The Bastard in the house
And it was painfull
Sensitively he said.
What do you have?
I only have lonely
Never ever heard
I love you
What do you want?
Just cheer from a
Dumb bartender
What do you fear?
The confrontations in
My nightmares
Pardon me..
I am bitter.
Never had a chance
To be a revelant guest
Just a parched alcoholic
Dry in overtime captivity.
I tang of dispair.
I have tiny gravity
But heavy
To hoist..
And a will
Which is lost
This is my lot
He told with
Blue eyes beaming
I am member
Of the human race
And then he laid
Amazing Grace
On my ears.
My point of view has always held
To standard lines, defined by fear.
Defensive words, their anger belled
By peals of knowledge: Danger near.
This way of life does not adhere
To happiness: A life befelled.
Hope yet exists, its course unclear,
Whispers softly “O fear, be quelled.
Resolve uncertain, grit ungelled,
To try anew with chances drear?
Small flame within, in shade it dwelled.
Now courage gathers, fastens here.
Awaking strength, annoint the gear,
Let drop the guard and fear unmeld,
Now forward drive to love secure.
My heart, my soul, this life so frailed
By strife, by loss, can stand and tell
I’m still alive, I hold life dear.
Doubt, self pity can go to hell.
I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies
Watching a midnight blue sky
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide
Cathedral upon cathedral
Passed before our vision
Each belled more splendid than the next
Slave doors were but half opened
We saw arches being lifted
Marx and Brecht nodding in agreement
We turned and rested in "I AM"
The poppies faded
Their red turning to blood
Black centres becoming
AFRIKA !
Sitting alone, iPad in hand,
to pen a poem on demand,
attempting to translate bliss beats,
the rapture refrain that repeats,
feeling within joy germinate,
we write because we cannot wait,
for once symbols in rhythm are belled,
with our creative tempests quelled,
what’s imbibed in form is ingrained
by both head and heart, entertained,
by merging feeling with thinking,
as pure awareness unblinking,
even though none but us may know,
the way nectar in us does flow,
birthing ethereal cool heat,
in which we’re bliss drenched head to feet.
I was a potato type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched TV
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee! "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk
as I watched him remove all my favorite junk...
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold. It was lanced with a sweet magical stance.
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"It's time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"Guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"
Away on a desert
No one in close sight
Trudging miles on bare foot,
We reached our planned site.
Sand dunes peeked here and there.
Camels with belled neck
Were seen slowly moving,
With their humpy back
Sky turned black and inky.
But moon shone quite bright.
Rocks were seen in chrome red,
In the glow of light.
The desert sand stretched wide.
Looked dazzling at night.
A land dry and sterile,
Lay blazed in moon light.
Near a huge tawny rock,
Were plants in flower,
Thriving in arid space.
Saw elf owls cower.
What a world of wonder!
Sure, a thrilling trip
Enjoyed it every bit.
From mind, it won't slip!
The storm within must be quelled
and wayward ego cat belled,
that composed like the blue sky,
there remains no cause to sigh.
Dark fears no longer patrol
because we are in control
choosing to dwell in silence,
free from thought borne violence.
Through the ebb and flow of tides,
at all times, God in heart hides,
observing how we react,
oozing love and choosing tact.