Best Chime In Poems
Crying River (The Untold Ballad)
Undercover waters of rain dash
Cold children, no smiling splash
Tragic sobs, epic force of the mountain rain
Beautiful as it may seem -shallow basin
---Dream---
She cries a tune,
Mocking the Maple lands, a beautiful tune
Crooked Cornwall, she steams with the moon
Oceanic dreams, monsoon season, she swoon's
Frozen, dead, ice skating rink
Her wind, Pretty Chains O Lake
Wet and Wild, the Elk drinks from her garden
Water falls from the lids of Jordan
Beautiful as it may seem with open curtain
When the ocean succeeds away from the sea
She's wide awake during winter's rain and breeze
Lost in the mud's of Bellaire's heartache,
River Blues, ice cold snap, bayou stirring up
Racing rivers crying by the western gutter
Silent, bells chime in the Black Mallard waters
Streams, blowing and drying dew droplets
Little rapid tears, everything spotless
Sugar, Swan waves down by Devils Creek
Listen to the thunder bay rolling deep
Beautiful as it may seem, she weeps
A northern world with streaks of falling rain
Pretty running white hair pane
A weather vane, snow dangles above her domain
Beautiful crying winds
In the Eyes of Michigan
~3/5/14~
Within Passion's Dream
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love.
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple.
You are the glory in my every thought and dream,
let me taste of your divine lips and love shall flow.
Come dance with me through love's divinity;
oh beauty of my heaven your love does sing.
You are all my tomorrows wrapped in a beauteous dream,
come my beloved in the love we share Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, you are eternally mine,
as we nestle in the ardent arms of an orange-adorned full moon.
Let me enrapture you with the warmth of my legs and breasts,
entwining you in my vines, drinking deeply from the goblet of love.
Electrified by your sensuous caresses that awaken all my senses,
my beloved, your essence seeps into the pores of my very soul.
Whirling in ecstasy from the sweetness of honeydew kisses,
we twinkle through a star-studded Milky Way Within Passion’s Dream.
Within Passion's Dream I am enraptured by our love,
your temple joining with mine in a passion primal in its bearing.
Let stardust caress us as in love's magic we dwell,
your lips on mine and divinity's song is sung.
I lose myself in the eyes of an angel's face,
swimming deep within memories vision.
One heart, one soul, paradise our aim,
I find your eternal beauty ever before me Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, I behold the wonder that is you,
sprinkling sunbeams and moonbeams showering me with your love.
Bodies and souls merging, we waltz to melodies
of a celestial symphony divinely orchestrated.
Like juicy golden grapes on a ripened vine,
unabashedly spurting their syrupy sweet wine,
tender tendrils of our love do gently unfold and
our hearts chime in rhapsodic harmony Within Passion’s Dream.
01-18-2017
Poem of the Day - 01-20-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st and 3rd stanzas, while I wrote the 2nd and 4th stanzas.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me!
Dream catchers chime in the wind,
like soft tones of a xylophone.
Melodic melancholic rain,
is free flowing,
but morning birds still arrive,
sitting on wet window sills,
singing about their desires.
In daffodil daydreams,
the breeze resonates like a flutist,
gently swaying bluebells in a rhythmic flow,
as pink, silver and lilac heather spread
around a bed of golden violet crocus.
Under my magnificent magnolia tree,
ivory petals dance in puddles upon
damp lawns with fresh grass,
weeping love songs strummed
on acoustic strings of green.
Sprinkles of drizzle sparkle,
like an absent lover's ostinato,
caressing the earth in a
rhapsody of tender kisses,
nourishing it's soul to harmonise with
a symphony of returning sun rays.
As a chorus of clouds clear in
a final crescendo, introducing
sapphire hues with golden delight,
rainbow pastels bless the tempo
of rows of tantalising tulips
in kaleidoscopic shades -
as natures breathes in alternating fusion.
The wolves howling at the height of his past life
As a strangled breath from the grave
The air feels heavy and smells rotten soil
He never forgot his great love
The woman who was his passion
Links and bells chime in the wind
The taste of vintage wine
His blood rushes through a gloriously red rose
The last restraint is gone
If death is a caress, what is life ?
His bride will be transported on a white horse
- 07.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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"Christmas Spirit"
(Christmas Day in Italian Culture)
as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow
and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in glazy show
a silent atmosphere embraces a starlit sight
while magnificent choir of Angels sing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Church bells chime in twilight mist to welcome Christmas day
wishing holiday greetings while children glide on sleigh
glorious festive mood captivates inspired light
as heavenly Angelic voices praise Hosanna O! Holy Night.
decorations adorn to honor the precious Infant King
candlelight illuminates the Manger Scene as carolers sweetly sing
the scent of fragrant pine cones creates an aura to ignite
hymns of worship as heralding Angels proclaim Hosanna O! Holy Night.
soon family gathers to partake of traditional Christmas meal
"Feast of the Seven Fishes"prelude to tree trimming feel
the fireplace mantle glows where stockings smile so bright
and hark the herald Angel hosts greet Hosanna O! Holy Night.
Joseph is the patriarch who shelters newborn babe
a gift of God from Heaven sent to Earth to save
a glorious time for celebration in precious moment of delight
majestic music from Angels chanting Hosanna O! Holy Night.
sheer warmth of having a personal relationship with the Lord
a unique experience enlightening as He is adored
sharing love with everyone, the human spirit takes flight
melting their voices with holy Angels singing Hosanna O! Holy Night.
*For Cyndi's Season of Lights, Delights & Enlightenment Contest.
*Nov. 14, 2012.
in the Italian culture we begin our Christmas celebration ...
Christmas Eve - Feast of Seven Fishes Dinner for good health & prosperity
Tree trimming ceremony with music and singing toasting wine
Midnight Mass at Basilica in Rome or at Church in N.J.
Dessert Party after Mass with eggnog
Christmas Day exchanging gifts and visiting children and seniors at hospitals
Pasta dinner with salads and baked stuff shells with meatballs
Desserts of creme puffs laced with rum, cannolis pastry filled with chocolate
Wine tasting from orchards of Italy imported with olive tray
Candlelight ceremony where all hold a lit candle making a wish for a
Happy New Year.
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
Quiet ... to ... Hush ...
The Butterfly wings gently over the flowers
As the Flute whispers in the wind ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
Soft ... to ... Gentle ...
The Goldfinch warbles its song across the lake
And the Strings add their rhythmic hum ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
Mild ... to ... Mellow ...
The Crickets click their heels as evening falls
While a solitary Drum holds court in melodic bass ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
Rest ... to ... Calm ...
The Trees sway in cadence with the breeze
So, Too, the tinkling of Bells chime in their harmony ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
Caress ... to ... Love ...
A Teardrop warms its cheeky path
For the Symphony has touched a Heart ...
Getting up early to embark on a trip,
a snowy drive to Jersey.
Trying to quell my heart's rapid beats,
favored songs in my speakers.
"Hey man, I don't want to be alone,
not for this - not again."
"I've got you, bud -
when and where?"
Visiting his grave one more time,
now two years from the day.
Thinking of stories of him,
trying to remember his voice.
Two vets talking near a silent one;
chatting about old times and new.
I think he'd like to chime in,
and wish he could so bend our ears.
I didn't have to go there solo this round,
though it wouldn't be the first or last time.
My request for help via companionship,
so swiftly asked and answered.
Some brothers don't have the same blood
that runs through your veins;
through deed they cement the same bond,
through trials they bear the same scars.
Whenever you can, find these souls,
these spirits kind and kindred;
for when you fall, you may be stunned
at the number of hands there to lift you.
"The Kitchen"
Good old fashioned witchery in the kitchen
Casting spells to allure one's nose with manipulative spices
Sniffing the air with special interest,
People stop what they're doing
The toaster let's off a melodious chime in the background
Offering the crisp smell of lightly browned perfection
Doughy goodness never done haphazardly
This is what homemade bread is all about
The dinner bell sings with a ring-a ding-ding
Drawing people into her dining room from everywhere
With preparation that went into stirring a wonderful mix
Good recipes are those made for gathering the family
To fill a grumbling tummy instigated by culinary magic
The love that is put into the dish will never be fully appreciated
But the chef can see the company around the table is her gift returned
For performing a social stew, even if enjoyment lasts but a few minutes
She will dine on togetherness feeding her soul more than her stomach
There is only one moment each day when love fills her plate
A couple of whistling teapots start a chorus of piping hot hymns
Holy loving care for a lightly flavored fantasy
It is music to their ears
Such is the ultimate compliment, while serving to impatience
As good cooking gets eaten by faces over packed
Napkins are forgotten with the manners put aside
The final course of the meal and she can see her incantation working
All eyes are on her as she enters the dining room once more
For her last dish of sweetness, there is sweetness returned
By a sort of thankful yet quiet anticipation and in it enough is said
To be remembered later when hearing the discordant clanking of dishes
The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums
in stil de grain complete a trio 'round
high jasmine shrubs, which in the octaves run
aureolin to beige. Nearby is found
a vegetable garden where blond onions,
squash and carrots in harmony abound
with notes of maize and amber. Faun melons
grace a clef of trellis where ecru-crowned
warblers and the sunglow-breasted Hutton's
Vireo twitter in tune with corn-downed,
bumblebees and drone: summer has begun.
"Mother’s Milk"
I don’t know -
what would you have me say?
Life is a gourmond perfume
rolling along on the notes of air
intoxicating musk a jubilee
music you breathe and reign in
words lactonic heaven scent
stimulating the beginning and the end
in synaethesia the let down presents
succelent life, a moment brief and swift
a hint of warm peppered cinnamon
with gunshot sparks recalcitrant pink
a straight shot from the heady accord first off
hard points from mother’s breast rouge the plot
we drink it all in
life is the sweetest illusion
bittersweet and burnt bent
we are all drunk to it;
before we begin,
we begin again,
we are swallowed large
into this small life
like an unknown mystery
karmic charms chime in
fragrant and infragrant notes
recalcitrant journeys
roads less taken
sweet and bitter almonds
we hear the distant bells chime
we sign off reluctantly
to only begin it all again
Candide Diderot. ‘25
After nine bottles of wine I get pretty
kind never out of shape never out of
line my mind begins to shine shine with
mulberry moonshine sublime I begin
to rhyme on time in time I rhyme my
rhymes never sour like limes but sugary
and sour at the same time in the middle
of sweet and lime now isn't that fine
wine my mind my mind is out of limits
beyond outer limits beyond your limits
and shallow gimmicks out of the inner
galaxy limits no limits I am more than
just snippets limitless beyond limits
beyond summits words cometh from
a fountain unknown a zone unknown
it has never been shown alone in that
zone words form together for better a
storm a wavelet of immensity a brain
storm not lot of the norm not of your
trite brain storm a unique form after
nine bottles of wine I get pretty kind never
out of shape never out of line hearing & linking
nature whispering secrets in my mind
appreciation of a radiation stimulating
accentuating accumulating words linking
aligning designing a poetic world poems
unfurl I a whorl pool of thought I am not
lost in a winters frost I take hot shots of
the thing you rather drink not you see I
forgot that many rather sip not they ask
me for milk when they come to my home
I shut the door and say leave me alone I
continue to sip my rum I continue to write
my poem after nine bottles of wine I get
pretty kind never out of shape never out
of line never out of poems never out of rhymes
never out of rum never out of wine never
out of wit never out of time I am eternal
chime of rhyme bodily enzyme of passionate
drunken rhyme, see if you can chime in my time
of drunken rhymes time I chime I the clock of tic tock
rhythm and rhyme rum coke and lime I'll try to be sober
next time..
Walk in the garden; the season has changed.
The flowers are gilded like jewels on a bride,
and nectar feeds the honeybee’s heart!
The branches are girded with chrysalis bells
which chime in the breeze of the monarch’s departure.
Fly with flourishes of royal tapestries!
Whisper to the wind which bears you up,
as the cooing of a mother unto swaddled child
of then’s and now’s and what-will-be’s!
O see at this hour your bright coronation!
Rise with the crowns of woven pollen,
suspended on high in the sky’s cocoon,
with wings like roses preparing the way!
Sing the journey! Hum with the wind!
You and your heart are of the same;
of light which makes all substance beautiful,
part of the part that at first was all.
A bright light engulfs the room
and suddenly disappears
ushering a blazing essence
that abruptly evolves in the atmosphere,
buttons unlatched
zippers break loose
shirts collapses over skirts
flesh dancing in flesh
flesh devouring flesh
and impatient breath
whispering soft words in her ears.
Electrified
mesmerized
enraptured
emotions bathing in emotion
exotic moment intoxicated with fear.
listen carefully and tell me what you hear?
sounds thundering beyond steep mountains
doors hammering speechless voices
debris flying high in the air,
but they lie there firing on without fear.
Lights grow dim
and a mysterious sound chime in.
Pum Pum Pum
It must be the voice of an angel
walking up and down his gigantic chest,
kindling a soft fire that rips aimlessly through their ears.
It captivates their emotion
and enflame their burning passion.
dancing and prancing
skipping and dipping
sliding and gliding
they went to the extreme.
Eyes fixed in a steadfast motion
calculating the mysterious sound
chest pressing against chest
chest pounding upon chest
spilling tears of joy all over her face.
©2013 Christine Phillips
I can't sleep
My mind races and I can't relax.
I shiver in the darkness and my nose is cold.
I stare at a screen, thumbs poised to pounce,
Maybe you think this conversation is getting old.
I can't sleep now.
As a jingle rings in the silence
My heart thumps out of time
A tap onscreen to read, then a smile
To make me this breathless should be a crime.
I don't want to sleep.
My thumbs are tapping without my control
But they know just what I want to say
I picture you smiling in the darkness like I am
I wish I could see you the next day
I should be asleep now.
I type my goodbye seconds later
Just for you, a personalised goodbye
Burying my nose under blankets
I'm so happy that you are my guy
I'm falling asleep.
A chime in the night, I lift up my phone
See the reply, I am breathless once more
Lay my head on the pillow, thinking to myself
"How was I living without you before?"
I hug my pillow and fall asleep smiling.
January Two Perspectives
From his park bench bed
He hears bells chime in New Year.
Quiet desperation.
From her pavement tent
She peeps. Harrods is open!
January sales!