Best For Whom The Bell Tolls Poems
We walked slowly along the busy road
My tiny hand slipped into yours
I clung tightly on to you
Whilst my sister skipped off with her friends
My brown leather satchel hung from my shoulder
We arrived at the entrance to the school
Not a word passed between us
Suddenly the silence was broken …
DING A LING A LING A LING
My class teacher Mrs Kempster stood in the doorway
She was ringing a hand bell
Even after all these years I can still picture her so vividly
She was a large hard faced woman -
The exact opposite to my petite mum
We were ushered into the classroom like little lambs
Mrs Kempster’s 10-year-old son Nigel joined us
He had earache and was not going to school that day
For some reason his mum left the classroom
She asked Nigel to keep an eye on us
Nigel started running round the room…
About a dozen of us followed, we thought this was fun!
Suddenly, Mrs Kempster burst into the classroom
She was shouting at us, absolutely furious!
Nigel sat down quickly - he had a huge smirk on his face
Only three of us were hauled up in front of her
Mrs Kempster went to her desk drawer
She pulled out a large black gym shoe
Then hit us three times on the back of our legs
Tears welled up in my eyes
I couldn’t wait to hear the bell ring
DING A LING A LING A LING
Only then I could go back to the safety of my mother’s arms
This has been very cathartic to write - is a true account of my first day at infant school. My mother complained to the headmaster … but nothing was ever done
Contest – For whom the Bell Tolls – Sponsor Debbie Guzzie
07~27~15
Wendall walked a wiggly wire
Strung between two church spire,
Unfortunately for him he was undone
By an oblivious, bell-ringing nun,
Causing a result so very dire.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
Said little fairy bell sitting in the meadow
Among the Prim Roses reflecting, the sun’s glow
The Cow Slips in the rain
The Lady Smock trips on her train
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Snap Dragon bites, the Willow Weeps
The Baby’s tear’s, it often weeps
So ask not for whom the bell tolls
The fox has new gloves
The mother in law a tongue, the lily is for peace,
So ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Blue bell, Cow bell the Canterbury bell
The White bell Pink and Oconee bell
Please ask not for whom the bell tolls
The Bell flower the Chilean bell
The Chinese bell and all
So when asked for whom the bells tolls
I say it tolls on all bells in the fall.
© Mandy Tams 3/08/2015
Local names for bell shape flowers .
The Tsar
Bronze Titan, the Leviathan
our Empress Anna's child
borne incandescent from the pit
Tsar Kolokol I'm styled.
Stand inside me, hear your voice
for thou shalt not hear mine
intended once for time of war
not praise to the Divine.
Such arrogance a curse since led
to each of us, the three
by God's command to never hang
and mark the centuries.
Both forged in fire, destroyed by fire
their fate my brothers two
their skins and souls redeemed once more
to fashion me, anew.
Unknown, too, their ignominy
was forged into this shell
and I too returned to the pit
the third dark Angel fell.
Colossi for four hundred years
exalted now I stand
for everybody knows of me
although I never rang.
For Contest 'For whom the bell tolls', sponsor Debbie Guzzi
July 28th 2015
The cadence of the knell on the wind Lord
Has folk peering from windows and doors
A reminder of fickle mortality
Peals forlornly, for whom the bell tolls
The screams of the Angels, are deafening
Those with the conscience to hear
Dark Winter, cuts colder than ice
Unfolding, the fear of all fears
Media controlled information
Has us fighting brother to brother
As the puppeteers pull on our heartstrings
An Orwellian surrogate mother
Totalitarian terror prevails
An Agenda to meet, time is flying
Denver Airports Time-capsule, historic
Egomaniacs prayers to the dying
Positions of power are key
Those appointed are elitely chosen
Merchants of Venice they’d shame
Like iniquitous embryos, frozen
World Health Organization, instruction
To quell conscientious objectors
Mouth the words of the purse-handlers credo
The beneficiaries, monied investors
The greatest good for the greatest of numbers
Bantham cries, from the crest of his pew
Utilitarian logic prevails
Though, decisions are made by the few
Get in line, live your days in your cells
As we gather the troops to protect you
Martial Law looms, incessantly closer
For your safety we’ll need to inject you
The corruptive, are those with the power
Wielding deaths sword, resolutely
Political towers of Babel
Where power corrupts absolutely
In a World of pandemic paranhoia
The essential works, deemed to be crucial
Are the implementation of towers
Beaming Signals of Sorrow, so brutal
A virus is only a name, you see
It was never a death causal factor
Electromagnetic technology
Is the key to the virul reactor
Big Brothers got one million eyes
And a chip, for to go where e’er you go
No crock of gold’s waiting out there
Hid beneath, ‘An Invisible Rainbow’
Sharpen the blade and start the fire
Set ablaze your selfish desire
Alas, I have learned of your hidden goals
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Call it hate, call it detestation
For your love is the only abomination
That burdens, tortures, and destroys my soul
It is you for whom the bell tolls
This godforsaken attempt to smash all my dreams
'Tis only a mere tip of the iceberg it seems
It is like I am stranded on a deserted atoll
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Life can never redo what has already been done
I will secure my self and I will ready my gun
If only I could run to Utopia's knoll
It is you for whom the bell tolls
Tighten the hatches and prepare to make sail
Ahead is a hurricane with a full force gale
I believe as my ship yaws, pitches, and rolls
It is me for whom the bell tolls
For Whom the Bell Tolls
“I am The Light Of The World”
early morning ringing of the bells
sound carried for miles by the breeze
into the towns and villages far away
while summoning the faithful to recite the Lord’s Prayer
thrice- daily ringing of the church bells create a
musical joyful sound to one’s ears
leaving a deep impression and stored
enlightenment of the presence of the Lord
© By: 8/1/2015
Contest Name: For Whom the Bell Tolls
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
treatment commences
cancer eradicated
we remain hopeful
the bell’s rung three times
radiotherapy done
life begins again
live for the moment
we are never complacent
cancer may return
cherish your loved ones
embrace life, it’s all too short
cancer is a thief!
With my hands I rip off my horns
I wish to be a cambion no more
I fought the demons, dragons and behomeths
and to my favor is the score
So through the towns of hell I walk
only to find a little old mansion
I enter and there behold
is a pyramid, sphere and cube to my passion
For whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee...
and whether heaven and hell exists
it's for each to do or not believe
When Death comes knocking at your door
Rail,resist or recoil at her call
The inevitable and rarely welcome visitor
To Her succumb must we all
To Her cold and chilling embrace
When with Her we come face to face
Cold comfort in being clasped
To Her icy bosom at last.
Larger than life is this devil,
No hail fellow well met
Before Her will we all shrivel
As She rolls Her dice ,Her net,
Until up comes our number
When we must succumb to Her
With Her shears She readily clips
And our life threads She swiftly snips
Sardonic yet unsatisfied with Her store
She hies off with Her earthly winnings
Insatiably in search of ever more
Desperate to end another innings
Knowing only full well
That Her cup will never be at full swell
Nor capture the essence
Of any mortal presence.
I stumbled across
A stumbling block
Five Stolpersteine
Where a family used to live
Surname Jaffe
Made me think about
Think about those
Those the bells didn’t toll for
Made me think
Think about them
Them the bells doesn’t toll for
Them the bells doesn’t ring for
For me
The alarm clock rings
Think about that
FOR THE MAIDEN AT THE IN,
OR THE BARMEN WITH A GIN?
FOR THE PANETTIERE IN THE BAKERY,
OR THE WORKER AT THE FACTORY?
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?
FOR HIM OR FOR HER?
FOR THE WEANING CHILD OR HIS MOTHER?
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS?
FOR THEE,
CHIMES THREE.
Jim found a way to make his girlfriends sing
he buys each one a giant diamond ring,
while he's not made of money
they all call him "Sweet honey"...
but his wife just calls him "My ding-a-ling."
To write
like me
You must
think like me
And see
like me
And feel
like me
To write
like me
You must
ask not tell
For words
rung clearly
By fortunes
— bell
(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)