Best Chimed Poems
*Image of Hallmark Channel by Giphy.
Chimed Upper Room
Chimed new day shines...eagerly corrects an upper room looks,
An attic improving rapidly...promotes roams of diligence,
Lacks found bordered leathered album...trapped topped a cornered desk.
Cutting edge mounts an Everest...Grand Canyon grooves a pass,
Emptying a corridor...grants patience traces of sweat caught brow,
Weighty whatnots slothfully shift...relief of prized treasure.
Lives confined--stilled in a photograph...bound neath grained-hewn film,
Reviving breaths aids wiping palms...adjusting dust rules idle air,
Widen pupil's gaze...proffers freedom to locked memories.
A leisurely dance of fingers...entertaining a page,
Courses from staging consequences...flips driftingly e'er so oft,
Cherished persevered poignant times...plus occasional laughs.
Age feebly trades a gentle glance...to sights of swept-up youth,
Niagara Falls revisit eyes...interlude recalls Wordsworth,
Rousseau swells the lulls...till Longfellow's maiden turns a page.
A soothing thoroughness applied...o'er sovereignty once claimed,
Delighting a soul wanting remembrance...effervescence inched rise,
Bestilled processing images...icons pageants the heart.
Strokes into yesterdays...fulfill a distant emptiness,
Once existed in certainty...consequently in dreams of need,
Now physically held...persuades rising tips of a mouth.
2020 July 30
*2nd Place*
Dusty Old Memories
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 August 06
The bells have chimed a million times
and Auld Lang Syne's been sung.
Happy New Year's been shouted out
all around the world.
Let us trust this year brings peace
to places torn apart:
where wars have raged for many years!
Can they know hope at last?
It's great to have a special day,
to put the past behind;
But most of all to one and all,
Remember to be kind:
For kindness is a candle
that flickers everywhere;
It reaches to dark corners
to those in deep despair.
Bells
are heard
peals, loud and clear
clangs from the church tower
welcome friends to assemble here
for a wedding to take place on the hour
tolls after the vows were spoken
chimes of
joy
~ June 7, 2017 ~
Bells Contest
by John Anderson
Twits
Hanging
Inverted, dumb
listen in, ease dropping.
Chime in with rude chirps when prompted
With presumed relevant authority
Unwelcome interruption peals
Clangers
Rung
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5 June 2017
Pursuing peace and prosperity passionately
When the clock chimed seven to eleven
Earnestly emerging elegance into everlasting effulgence
When we experienced our earthly heaven
Oh so enduringly and oh so endearingly
Aimlessly acknowledging the amazing anxieties and admiring them from afar
My uncanny ways took it too far…
Like a ever-glowing shooting star…
Like an incurable scar is who we are…
When the clock chimed 3 in the dark morning
When the clock chimed 3, all were mourning
When the clock chimed 3, we were forlorning
Contemplating once more…
My darling dove from up above...
I adore this aching, breaking, overbearing and ensnaring heart of horrendous, harmless love
Remembrance of radiance rapidly remains my remedy of the highest of reverence
When the clock chimed 4, I prayed for deliverance - oh, it was rather intense
Meditating mindlessly and merrily while in slumber serenely and shamelessly…
You prey upon me pangs of pitiful poverty
Underestimated again and again and again
Never truly understanding where you've been
When the clock chimed 5, you weren't home
Where did you roam? Tell me, where did you roam?
The rest is left unknown…
I am all alone,
On my own…
When it struck 6 6 times, I desperately need a fix...
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6,
I wandered around, throwing stones and sticks
I tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found, so I built a house for you made from bones and bricks
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6
When it struck 7...beyond 10 or 11...at least I'm no longer a 6...
On my own…
I am all alone -
Where have you gone?
Death is lingering at my doorstep of desirable dread
Left in the scorching morning sun at 7 AM instead
Life is on the other side of the barbed-wire fence
Life is fading...disappearing...vanishing...listening to Evanescence…seeking depression's deliverance if that makes sense...
Just to feel like I belong in a sense…in childlike innocence...just to feel fulfilled in this worthless-like existence…