Best Dings Poems

it doesn't take a lot
to make some people happy
a midnight snack of goodies
with that, oh so sweet, cold milk

could be Malomars,Fig Newtons,
or those yummy chocolate...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and...

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WHAT IT ISN’T

It isn’t waiting for the downtown trolley
Hearing the ding of its bell

Isn’t knowledge of threat
Walking around Municipal Square
In rain, snow or fair

Chin up
Eyes...

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How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac...

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Tapping to "The End"

The tap, tap, tapping of the keys
with the carriage thrown 
in rhythmic dings to the letters
appearing on the page. 
Each letter becoming...

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I can’t bear that rock in my shoe,

As I sit, I glance up mesmerized by the sunset’s view.

Seven deep in a grocery line,

The wonderful innocent...

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A pebble is loosened from the peak
and starts to tumble down
it dings and bounces merrily
oblivious to all around
it slowly gathers speed until
it picks up stones...

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My love,
It is midnight and I lay alone.
It will be a while before we see each other again,
Or even speak.
I went for a drive tonight,...

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Enough’s not enough
Plenty won’t do
I need some more stuff
To feel, good as you

Things are just things
I’m certain of this 
Scars are just dings
I still dismiss...

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Ding dong...,

Bell dings,

From,

Big Ben,

Building!...

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It began with rain, pelting
yellow daffodils to the ground.
Sleet rode rain's coattails,
staccato dings on our windshield.

In the empty parking lot,
black-lettered buses stood
empty; no church today.

Through...

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 Sometimes we want 
to grow up fast.
 Others we want our youth to 
last.
 Sometimes we want to change 
the past.
 Others we want...

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What is it about seatbelts,
That cowboys find so bad,
And the worst offender of them all,
Would have to be my dad;

He leaves his belt unbuckled,
And it...

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Penning wrangled mime
and wared out of my skits,
I’m poked in serspiration,
My mind’s in fisted twits.

It’s not the way I spike to leak;
I’ve turned to try...

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"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul...

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