Best Rang Poems

The 18th of December was her last day;
she neither knew the date nor cared to.
Gathered at the hospital, keeping vigil,
we never overcame her fright, or ours.
The pain, too great to be driven away,
was only managed with IV drips,
needles stuck in bruised appendages --
bony things, arms...

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He dialed his home number from his cell,
it rang twice,
a man’s voice answered as far as he could tell,
he hung up without answering back,
in his mind, everything went dark, and suddenly black,
when he got home,
he was all alone,
there was no sign of a man anywhere,
not...

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Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas for me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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THE DOORBELL RANG – Etheree

Ring!
Bother!
Ring again
An alien!
Oh, what a surprise!
He’s not what you’d expect
He’s not green    with a small head
No    he looks very much like us
“Hey! Your parrot pooped in my rocket ship!”
He says    “Fly Me...

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Spring field
Fun filled

Green teen
Play clean

Forties
Sorties

Sink Pink
Drink, wink

Spread Red
Hot bed

Love Fete
Soul-mate

01.03.16




Holika, commonly called Holi is a spring festival celebrated in India and neighbouring countries, at the approach of the spring season, during the 3 or 4 days preceding the full moon day in the month of...

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Wedding bells rang this
Early evening:

We tossed seed
Into air hued
Lilac by shadow,
Laughing with joy though

Papa, he brooded,
And Mama’s red cheeks
Ran freshets of
Tears, brine for the
Years she pampered and

Loved, cared for her girl,
In hard times and good,
Knowing one day
Eros would call,

Tempting our sis, whose
Husband’s a fine guy...

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invigorating morning air
		two-mile walk, local news, coffee, toast

	     enroute to work at daycare, checked on Dad
		         another rewarding day
		      then night, at home alone

		She's forty-eight; her kids are...

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Sisters
with a nom de plume,
Currer,Ellis,Acton-
Charlotte,Emily,Ann died much
too young

see their portrait by their brother Bramwell @ npg.org.uk/live/search/portrait.asp?LinkID=mp00572&rNo=0&role=sit...

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Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn...

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Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry, 
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war 
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.

This is my attempt at Dada.


Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping...

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Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
Twas me, they rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn...

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the old church bell rang
then in the empty chapel
silent voices sang...

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Along with Judy Garland, this star was born
They rang the bells and sounded the horns
Yup! Li'l ole me
On my mommies knee
Destined for greatness but my mind was stillborn...

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they walk the streets
you hear the horn beat
on that nigh
of blinking lights
bell ringing
the crowd singing
on the wall the ball falls
everyone one largh gand
on 
NEWYEARS EVA BANG AND RANG...

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“Death can never separate us. Each time you feel a gentle breeze, It's my hand caressing your face.”  By Mary Lucas

The first bell intoned its dreary dirge.
The feel of emptiness spread all around.
I was not afraid.  I felt tall and steady.
Night began to...

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