Best Gongs Poems

Multitudinous bells secern the tones
as may resound sharp bamboo xylophones.

Pulchritudinous bells have rhythmic ding,
others that linger with tedious ring.

Some little bells can echo a jingle
that surely bestow a Christmas tingle.

Quite many bells ting melodious chime
prompting our schedule's punctilious time.

A carillons' unique, harmonized bells
swing from gentleness...

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Poem recited on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence

GARDEN OF THE HEART 

I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten 
Here we enter 
After being done with the Serpent 
Flamed or in darkness 
When the Cross enters from below 
We die, never to be reborn

Over...

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The candle dance is fascinating with  lighted candles on dishes
held in hands with bodies moving and curving to the musical wishes
Silat is another dance with martial art movements to the beat
of drums and gongs causing the dancer to feel the heat
Then the dance Datun Julud is telling a story...

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Sun
is rising
as the gongs are struck;
birds
whistling for
the few that listen.
But trees are still filled with sap,
as the clouds are still billowy white;
skies
still delight,
as the bees still buzz.
From black, to purple, to blue -
the sun still shining like molten gold,
the trees still standing high above the...

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 Continued from Part 2 


Some kid is spraying Clearasil,
He wants to make his pimples nil;
He paints his breath with chlorophyll;
I’m in the dream of someone ill

I’m fleeing but I feel a goose,
Behind me grins a guy named Bruce,
His velvet miniskirt is puce
Why can’t I...

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While midnight bats are gnawing gnats and feasting free unseen,

a toddler’s fed from garbage sheds an elegant cuisine.

Along the trails in distant dales a lonesome wolverine

feigns appetite on fogy nights and days of crystalline.



The circus gongs excite the throngs in nighttime Never Land –

they swarm...

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Dear Home:

Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering 
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of 
morning. I am now straddling the equator, my toes naked against the earth, 
tasting the sweetness of Indonesian soil, volcanic,...

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For me
and thee

Your peace
my piece

Play pong
not wrong

Just ask
not bask

When I
tell why

Love sows
and grows

Even
not then

Noise rocks
and sucks

Round gongs
ding dongs

So now
somehow

Live now
not gnaw

Pray once
and dance

Minstrel
swing well

Up north
set forth

Sleigh ride
not hide

Come back
with stack

And share
with care

Like dove
with love

Then sleep
so deep

Dream great
not hate

Again
no pain

When you
sinew

So go 
let go

Love all
not small

Think...

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Unquotable quotes: Addictions: Smokes, Drugs, Sex, Films and Sleep – XL

Where the hand leads, the eyes close.
When the eyes shut, imagination is on fire.
What you don’t really see is what you feel.
When you feel at ease you fool yourself.
No joy is real until the pain...

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Ood
Is this sound
From not too far afield
Like mist
Between late dusk and early moonrise
Past quarter of six.
You might not know
It is something unforeseen:
Even as I collect the bad habits
I bear not to keep
Through my sobs, it is that screams.

Strange this is,
Of what I cannot name in...

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I enter my primeval room lit with candles
from an ethnic sanctuary, and revisit
the mural of  ancestral stories
where horses and men flock to graze
the oracles of  generational chants

along a temple of ceremonies fed by rituals 
now slowly molding in my mind…
the old folk confessions...

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The clock strikes twelve
and it is time for her to go now,
I hold her for another hour;
she tells me she really has to be going,
then I say, "My love, don't leave me."
I am afraid of the dark
and I need your love
I need you;
both you and...

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-
Montezuma Golden on earth he lived upon his land
Cortes his rival metalled horse and soldier Spanish grand 
Aztec warrior a noble race to them a god should come 
From far beyond their skeleton homes and on beyond their drum

Arrived with thirteen horses led, ship- wrights...

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MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE

Barren rice fields, hungry heart; heels cracking dry ¬ thirsty soul part.
Face awaiting, every season, knotted aching old ~ new reasons...
Love! Oh Love! Written by God, crawl on us strengthen our grit.

Clanging cymbals, sounding gongs; monotone symbols, forgotten songs.
Magnetic face, probing the depths,...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined between vague horror.

A river source, from Stone Age
Which flows across...

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