Best Church Bells Ring Poems
We will walk then, you and I
When daylight shuts her weary eye;
Down the streets where beggars sleep
And drug crazed addicts spend their keep.
On streets that wind through thick and thin
Past monuments of broken sin
The painted whores who smile a lot
A rejected child that time forgot.
The evening hymn that sorrows sing
The call to prayer that church bells ring;
The sounds and smells that rape a city
The calls for help that won't find pity.
Do we have time to heal the curse
That captures all the universe
Or would it really be worthwhile
To quell the question with a smile?
But we have walked these streets before
And hoped our ears could dim the roar
Of silence gripping cold nightmares
That come unbidden up the stairs.
We share the night with lesser fools
Who stake their plight without sound rules
For each new challenge finds old pain
That lives to give then comes again.
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Halls of happiness aptly display, glittering décor of golden inlay
Where in rhythms of pious hymns carolers gaily dance and sing
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Around tree’s ornamental arrays children sway, pry, and play
While echoing from heartbeats of glory pulses of prayers ding
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Moonlit stars scintillate glaze of silent night’s cheerful-- yay!
Streaming themes of angelic euphony, praising heavenly king
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Boughs of green holly, donning red berries, venerate holy day
Conferring glee in blessings of divinity, as spiritual rhythms swing
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Invoking eternity in wreaths of flowers devotees earnestly pray
As faithful cling to missives of peace the beloved angels bring
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
December 26, 2020
Poem of the day on December 27, 2020
Placed 1st: Deck the halls poetry contest by Joseph May
It was on a cold night in Bethlehem that hope was born
A babe lay in a manger as angels sang joyfully
Above the nativity a star shone casting bright light
Guiding the paths of three wise men to welcome our Savior
As shepherds flocked toward the illuminated holy site
The warmth from within still touches the hearts of all mankind
In remembrance we pray for harmony among mankind
As we celebrate the first Christmas, optimism born
In the Mideast soldiers bow down, recalling this wondrous site
For just one night thoughts of war fade, hearts are filled joyfully
They lay down weapons, focusing on the birth of our Savior
As they huddle together, sharing good will by camp light
In many parts of the world, homes illuminated by light
Peace touches the hearts of those who seek blessings for mankind
Church bells ring, signaling the arrival of our Savior
Souls are touched as the restoration of joy is now born
Worshippers proceed to mass, sharing greetings joyfully
If only each day could be filled with such a loving site
How welcome to see the sun rise each day on such a site
Hearts abounding with humanity from our inner light
With angels in each of us sharing good will joyfully
If I live to see such days, I’ll have new hope for mankind
Trust and faith would emanate, celebrating a Child born
A Child, a Leader Who would give His life as a Savior
Cast aside the trappings, focus only on our Savior
Keep in mind this first Christmas, a blessed and holy site
How wonderful it would be to see new harmony born
Differences seem petty as we revel in God’s light
Join me in expectations for the future of mankind
Like the seraphs let us sing out in hymns so joyfully
Make our future one that finds families praying joyfully
No greater inspiration than the birth of our Savior
From a Blessed Mother’s womb sprang a babe to save mankind
Let us be wise men, finding cause to worship at this site
War and hatred cannot exist within God’s holy light
Acceptance of each man’s worth can in joyful hearts be born
Raise your hearts, revel joyfully in our Savior’s glory
In cheer mankind recalls the site of a manger at night
Where neath a star’s light was born a King, the Son of our Lord
* Sestina written for the "Joy to the World" contest.
What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry sing
Turn back the time to simpler days with Roy and Dale too
Wait for the Late Show and watch the antics of Bud and Lou
All the girls thought Kookie Byrnes was really hip
Driving a convertible on Seventy Seven Sunset Strip
Kryptonite was the only thing that could make Superman falter
Ramar’s friend Charlie talked to a parrot named Walter
I watched Kitty and Chester on Gunsmoke and listened to Ricky sing
There was Circus Boy, My Friend Flicka and don’t forget Sky King
There was Jeff and Lassie, Davy Crockett and the Wild Frontier
I’d watch Robin Hood and Marian in the days of Queen Guinevere
Remember The Thin Man, The Whistler and The Shadow Knows
Alfred Hitchcock and Inner Sanctum were two of my favorite shows
I remember Milton Berle, Red Skelton, Perry Como would croon
What’s my Line, Beat the Clock and Name That Tune
The Life of Riley, Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best
Palladin, Sugarfoot, and Cheyenne in the Old West
Boxing from Madison Square Garden on Friday Night
I saw it all on my old black and white.
You are my everything
You are the reason my heart hears the angels' sing
You are the why from miles away I can hear the church bells ring
You are why I keep trying to persevere
You are the one I need to hold ever so near
You are my path of all resistance
You are the one who keeps pulling away as I keep pulling you near with consistence
You are the one with whom I would listen to in your beckoning insistence
You are who I still see way off in the distance
You treated me with such commitment and love
You are the one man I have always dreamed of
You are the very air I breathe
You are the reason from him I longed to be free
You are who I would live and die for
You are the one I need by my side and more
You showed me true love like no one had ever done before, and unlike I have never known
You took me to those places where undescribable, undeniable, and extreme passionate
feelings were shown
You are my candle in the wind, my sun, and my rain
You are my forever desire, my one eternal flame
You and your wonderfulness has always driven me absolutely insane
You radiate such a pure love inside and out
You are who I want to have in my life this I have no doubt
You are where I dream to be enraptured and entwined in each others' arms
You are the only one I wish to be lost in the moments by your charms
You are someone I know I don't have to pretend
You, I never want to let go of, never do I again want this in any way to end
You are tenderness so deep within
You and your words standing waiting for them is where I choose to hinge
You are my savior from all else right or wrong in my life, the one to which a profound deep
admiration of friendship, then so much more, I cling
You are what true love needs to always bring
You are my devotion and my everything...
...plain as anyone can see, I for you, you for me from today set forth throughout all eternity
There beneath the dome of ashen sky
Nary a hint tonight of her favorite stars
And motion above of cumulus clouds
Neither does thunder, nor pleads aloud.
Restless, voiceless she poignantly recalls
Spark that evoked from doting heart
As under the olive tree he knelt down,
Before his vows got muffled by bombs.
There she heard how nothingness sounds:
As houses burned, buildings collapsed,
Bodies were scattered for miles long
In mangled, shattered voices of chaos
When vacant disgust muzzled the town--
Neither did anywhere church bells ring
Nor did the minarets make prayer calls;
Gone were the cries from mother's arms
And footsteps of hunger buzzing in shops
And heartbeats of lovers strolling for joy
And laughs of the youths playing with ball.
And there she still lingers in echoes of war--
Why didn't her verses compose a ballad?
Why didn't her love strum strings of guitar?
And why oh why, so soon did her music stop?
August 31, 2019
Placed 1st: Silence poetry contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand choice 8 contest by Brian Strand
He wrote the lyrics to the songs
a thousand singers sing.
He stood alone at life’s crossroads
and felt the church bells ring.
He taught me how the feelings feel
he helped me hear the sound.
Of the bottom of a bottle
from Sunday morning coming down.
With pockets full of empty
not so sure that dreams come true.
Paper folded in his boots
to keep the ground from coming through.
Playing dingy honky Tonks
drawn to the neon light.
The beer that chased the whiskey down,
helped make it through the night.
No longer is he overlooked,
down on music city row.
The devil will never claim his soul
cause music won’t let him go.
A million miles of memories
a legend comes of age.
People come from far and wide
to see him take the stage.
Silver linings in the words he sings
and silver in his hair.
He sings of all the yesterdays.
He knows cause he was there.
An attitude of gratitude he remembers every chord.
Stopping on the way to ask
please tell me Why Me Lord.
Edwin C Hofert
Why Me Lord
8/14/19
41.
Resist I Must
Pride is hubris run amok
To rot the soul within.
It rises from the depths of hell...
The deadliest of sins.
It is the snake that slithers so
To pervert both bold and brave.
It may appear the luminous rainbow
But at its end... a pauper's grave.
Resist I must... if resist i can
To this bastard's sad decree.
Knowing counted among the fallen...
Are far better men then me.
The End
42.
Sorrow on the Vine
My thoughts were sorrow on the
Vine... my brain in some distress.
I carried on, as best I could
With an effort to suppress.
But malcontent was soon to be
As despondency quickly grew.
I will go to bed... to sleep the night...
And tomorrow start anew.
The End
43.
The Wretch
A wretch upon the gallows stood...
Devoid of any plan... while
Life was weathered astride the door
And Death cackled near at hand.
The Angels sang as Angels do
When one answers Heaven's bell.
But judge not those about the gallows...
Lest you be judged as well.
The End
44.
The Clock is Ticking
If you cling incessantly,
Counting down your final breath...
Consuming supplements and vitamins
To cheat the Reaper of a death.
But the clock is ticking... ever ticking..
And when you meet a timely end...
Embrace Death in all its glory
And make of it a friend.
Fear not the specter of Life's decay...
But if such a thing should be.
Let Church bells ring and Angels
Sing... as you shed mortality.
The End
45.
A Thought Was Had
A thought was had, and had it was...
To a point beyond dispute.
I surprised myself, I did, I did...
It seemed to bear some fruit.
I bandied it with knitted gloves
Concerned for it to break.
I crept about the boarding house
To rouse my friends to wake.
We gathered round the bellied stove
To hear my thought defined... but by
Then, the thought I had, I thought I had...
Completely slipped my mind.
The End
' I DO '
HAPPINESS AND SUNSHINE THE DAY WILL BRING
BLUEBIRDS AND ROBINS, THEY ALL SHALL SING
THAT SPECIAL DAY WHEN CHURCH BELLS RING
INTO A CHURCH THE PEOPLE WILL GO
KNOWING THESE TWO LOVE EACH OTHER SO
WAITING AND LISTERNING FOR THE WORDS ' I DO '
FOR THIS IS A LOVE THAT WILL BE TRUE
FOR MANY DAYS AND NIGHTS WILL PASS
THESE TWO PEOPLE HAVE LEFT THEIR PAST
A HOME AND CHILDREN FOR THEM AT LAST
THIS, THEY'LL ACHIEVE, THEIR GREATEST TASK
AS YEARS GO BY AND THEY HOLD EACHOTHER CLOSE
THEY'LL DREAM OF THEIR VERY FIRST NIGHT
AND HOW THEIR LOVE WAS TRUE
THAT LEAD THEM TO THE CHURCH THAT DAY
TO SAY THE WORDS 'I DO'
I walked by the light pink tulip
thinking about life and friendship
When I heard all the songs around,
The chorus of bird's pleasant sound
There's something with the start of Spring
Beginnings and prayers, church bells ring
A chance to do things in new ways,
from lessons learned, unfolding days
Life is like a book of its own
with memories of places flown
Broken trust like a winter branch
Now healing from each avalanche
Refreshing, warm, and beautiful
Songs that lift the heart and fulfill
I learned to look at the moment
Pay attention to the time I spent
Spring time songs, a gift to behold
Gratitude blooms, never gets old
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
In a beautiful land far across the ocean,
People used to celebrate Christmas all year round,
Trees along the streets adorned with flickering lights;
Down the cities were malls seethed with shoppers…
All in frantic, but no harm in their enjoyment of time.
Grandiose buildings and churches,
Stood magnificently as the music of the season played;
Lanterns were hanging on walls as church bells ring,
Announcing the season of birth of Christ the King.
A dazzling panorama of the whole place,
With the nearby sea on its serenity and calmness;
The aromatic freshness and coldness of yuletide’s zephyr,
Giving resplendent smiles- rhythm of iridescent glow in ones’ eyes.
As people enjoyed from morning to Christmas eve
Children’s laughter exuded with the gifts they received
They sang joyfully with thanksgiving on caroling
A herald on the season of love in a spirit of giving.
Time came in the beautiful land far across the ocean,
When people didn’t have any single clue of the dangers to come,
A week before the season with no ominous sign,
Trees on streets were washed out in an instant;
A gigantic catastrophe passed by engulfing everyone
Mangled and jostled into darkness where they’re hard to be found,
At snap of fingers… is there another joyful Christmas time?
Grandiose building and churches,
Turned out into a mass grave with flickering candles;
Flowers were scattered where each body laid,
Mourning of their fate…a rescue they begged
All praying for mercy of Christ our only Savior and King.
At vantage point was a horrible scene of a ghost town,
Where green trees and buildings seemed thrown in garbage cans
Marred souls were wafted in stale air…
Starvation and unseen love ones, they grieved.
Just in time came in a devastated land across the ocean,
A miracle happened in His Love Divine
Sympathy and passion reigned in the heart and mind of all men;
People around the world joined hand-in-hand and rebuilt ‘tis land,
The most perfect Christmas gift which arrived on time.
Dec. 15, 2013 9.25pm
*My first ballad poem. Hope I did it right
NOT FOR PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT CONTEST
First Place
Contest: Any poem goes #1
Judged: 12/27/13
Sponsor: My greatest poet PD
Celestial music rings,
riding waves,
in the ethers.
every note,
of every song,
does its aerial dance.
As voices in prayer dance;
reverberating rings,
echo each soul’s song;
upon Etheric waves.
Every note,
a precious gift on the ethers.
Souls ride the ethers;
swirling, twirling, they dance.
The resonance, rings every note,
like a bell rings
out upon the waves
of air, to build a sacred song.
Spirit songs,
on the ethers;
oike ocean waves,
in celebratory dance;
play celestial scales and bells ring
out each precious note.
Each bell-like note,
echoes its own set of songs,
like church bells ring
through the heavenly ethers.
All life will dance
upon those heavenly waves.
Earths ocean, womb-waves;
swirl and sway to every celestial note.
Back and forth they dance;
in rhythm to the songs,
as upon the ethers;
the music of life rings.
Hear the ring, on the waves.
Ride the ethers and become one with each note.
Absorb life’s song and with all life…dance!
Originally Written: 3-2014
Silent voices
Acid in eyes
Silence
Raped by suitor
Silence
Burned with kerosene
Silence
No books for women
Silence
Beating wives
Silence
No education for women
Silence
Woman must wear masks
Silence
Women must obey
Silence
Women used and abused
Silence
Honor Killings
Silence
Stoning women for a mans crime?
Silence
Murder for two hearts loving
Silence
A child screams as church bells ring
Silence
Barrel bombs fall like laughing monkeys
On children both small and tall
Silence
Israel treating the wounded of Arab crimes
Silence
I ask you?
Are you a silent one?
Jasmine's whisper fills the air
chirping birds in trees
paintbrush touch in distant sky
coldness in the breeze.
On twilight's pink wings
a journey starts towards night
amid Church bells' ring.
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Placement: 3rd ;(October 2012)
By:kash poet
Date:3rd Oct.2012
Contest:Wonder of Dusk in Seguidilla
Sequidilla--- is Spanish in origin: a verse with 7 lines with a syllable count of 7, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7, 5…
Line 2 rhymes with Line 4,and line 5 rhymes with line 7
The wind blows and church bells ring in the distance
Softly, as if they are singing hymns to my soul
Swaying in the wind, the sweet bells toll
A spiritual awakening,
they whisper psalms in my ears
Singing with the breeze,the chimes call me near
I approach the threshold and the doors open wide
I could feel this mystifying force pulling me inside
I felt this inner peace, like id never felt before
My soul felt renewed, my heart had been made pure
Following the voice I knelt at the alter
I cried out LORD I AM NOT WORTHY,
I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER.
The voice rang out, "ALL I EVER ASKED IS THAT YOU BELIEVE"
Lay down all your burdens and give them to me.
I replied “LORD I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE I KNOW YOU ARE TRUE
He answered
"WELCOME HOME MY CHILD, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU"