Best Jangle Poems
Jingle-jangle bells
Sing-song syncopation
Ambulances hurtle down streets
of post-war Europe
Eerie bells; haunting bells
ghosts of round-ups, of Auschwitz
of Buchenwald, and Bergen-Belsen
sounds of death and doom
Shades drawn suddenly
blinds sealed tight
Breath held; pin-drop silence
'Till the peril passes
Bells tear at tortured souls
Dragnet's tentacles probing
Reaching for fresh corpses to feed
Insatiable crematoria ovens
Decades later, survivors flinch
hearing jingle-jangle bells
So, too, sons and daughters
living victims of inherited terror
June 02, 2019
Entry in 'What Makes You Flinch' contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
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Jingle-jangle of the Piggy Bank Song ©
Oh for those sounds of jingle jangle tinkling notes
When an allowance of two dimes and a nickel
Was dropped in the belly of my bright pink piggy bank
Through a slot placed for coins between two cute ears
Right on top and mid center to the piggy’s pink rounded head
The shiny silver and coppers slid, but never any bright gold
Always making jingle sounds when given a shake up or two
Within the piggy’s round half-filled fat bright pink belly hold.
There were four teeth lost to the Tooth Fairy and she paid
Quarters each time left under my pillows magically placed
Those were special and remained for a long sit in my bank
I would take two dimes and a nickel each second Saturday
And pocket this cache and set out to buy a large box of Smarties
Twenty-five cents was the cost in those days for a family-size box
And all mine for a day or so until I was ‘pigged’ out from finishing the last Smarties that called unto me “Eat Me” and had my name inked on as well
But it is now not because I haven’t forgotten its tummy upset
That I think back when buying a box of family size Smarties today
But whenever I place coins in my pocket I am again reminded
Of that box of Smarties I had bought and the jingle jangle the coins made
Oh, and the thought of eating them all at one go that long passed time !
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Just when it's set to meld
Jumble shake makes trouble
Jingle crescendo clangs
Jangle bangle rattles
Junking love's blind assent
Jarring discordant doubts
Jostles our hands apart
I jingle I jangle, jangle around
I turn and I jingle I jingle, I jangle
To the jangle stomp
I shake to the jangle, jingle bells
I shout out come join me
Come one come all
And see can we jangle, jangle, jingle
To the edge of dawn
Can you feel the floor vibrate
As that lady jingle, jingle and jangle
To and fro
The sound is bouncing around from
Wall to wall
The floor is shakin like jello in a
Plate
While that lady do her jingle, jangle
Shake
Doing her jingle, jangle around on
The floor..
Here comes the jingle jangle man
Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan
He doesn’t want anyone to be
Better than he himself you do see
He schemes at things behind your back
Don’t tell him your secrets or he will hack
Them making you look bad
In the end you’ll feel sad
As he walks with hands in pockets
Jingle jangle hear the racket
Take heed of his noise then
Don’t converse thinking he is a friend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Do you have skeletons in your closet
I have a few in mine …
They jingle, jangle, jingle
~ a frame for my composite
He jingles when he walks through
So we know he has coins in his pockets.
My husband and I roll our eyes.
We don’t care.
He thinks he is getting by with something.
And he is.
We think it is cute at age four.
If he is still grabbing coins out of our massive pickle jar at twenty-four
we might feel differently.
Jingle jangle jungle jee
Words make me laugh so merrily
Jingle bells and rat cat sells
Jingle jangle jungle jee