Best Ring A Bell Poems
I met someone I know quite well, he gets about in cars, does buy and sell.
He spoke to me upon a theme, we were stirring coffee; I had just added my cream.
When (Fiat) money, he intoned..)
This word does it ring a bell?
Of it have you heard; or known, do tell.?
The cost of Fiat cars I then proclaimed'
No it’s of money I speak,he said if it’s all the same,
I had bought some autos and to me the word was told,
That it is money without collateral backing, that’s the truth stone cold!
So in this stressured contemporary rhyme, I think I must… It’s now high time
In fact a lack of sober views and action which did not ensue...
Control! ….. control!, "well they did not" now high (inflation) pop pop pops..!
Consume, consume they said and greed is good for all..!
Poor old Jim john and Doug..) Rachel, Joan and Queenie McCall..!
A dream was sold and lives were told, It’s Oh! so safe, more so than gold!
Now Fiat cash is on the scene, they run it off Oh! ream on ream
Just like my coffee encircling mug, so here’s to the truth lets give it a plug.
When I again pour in my cream,
as it begins to merge like inflations infusion, Maybe I’ll dream.
That financial fiasco’s and social screams are only rumours on a jittery theme,
However until "their problem" has been (sold), I’ll trade some paper cash for gold.
© Joe Maverick 13-11-2010
Smile! but i want to die. but how can i take my life
when god sacrificed his life and we shall have life and have
it more abundantly .. LIFE .
that simple word that you can change, it all depends how you live.
you know, life has many challenges that you face, but its up to you to embrace
that love from above! his gentleness is like a dove, everlasting is his name, and
you take life as a game?
YEAH, you can always choose how you want to play, but TODAY,
you will change that thought of suicide, and push those tears aside, and
remember, god is ON your side! his not like chris, john, bob, billy, or even
Lucifer ! yeah LUCIFER ..
does that name ring a bell ? not being a pastor but i decree and declare that we
SHALL, not want to die, but stay alive! .. i dont care what the circumstance is, i
know who GOD is, and i WILL let him live in ME !
Al'dayja Selby (A.T.S)
story to tell
they ring a bell
saying it all
there music makes the call
its at top of the lot
and hot
HIPHOP
POPS THE TOP
Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name,
invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame,
Ears hissing, snakes inside my head,
Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed,
Room’s spinning, feel like getting sick,
Banging kicks off, rhythmically quick.
Tinnitus tinnitus, pneumatic drillers,
incessant maniacal machine gun killers,
Thumping smashing, trash metal band,
Like rock music, but this I cannot stand,
Eyes are bloodshot, severe lack of sleep,
cacophonous noise, then marching feet.
Tinnitus tinnitus, chainsaws a cutting,
No trees or lumberjacks, I see nothing,
Put on the radio, try drown out noise,
overwhelmed, lose rationale and poise,
Church bells peeling, ringing perhaps,
overloaded, mind spirals into collapse.
Tinnitus tinnitus, curse this living hell,
hammering my face, eyes begin to swell,
Delirious sweating, sheets soaking wet,
overcome in confusion, desperate upset,
Pray to god make the torment go away
release me from this Kafkaesque array.
Tinnitus tinnitus, eardrums explode,
Brain is shattered, as decibels grow,
Can’t take anymore, at my wits end,
On slugs of whiskey, sanity depends,
One after the other, knock them back,
Throbbing numbing starting to relax.
Tinnitus tinnitus, drink myself unconscious,
Wake up next day, agonizingly nauseous,
My ear is on the pillow, bottle’s in pieces,
covered with blood, trembling increases,
Look in the mirror, No no this cannot be,
Vincent Van Gough’s, staring back at me.
By
David Kavanagh
I want to read a book
That's never been read
Hear a gentle word
That's never been said
I want to sit back
And close my eyes
When I open them up
Everything is alright
I want to ring a bell
That's never been rung
Sing along to a song
That's never been sung
Pull back the curtain
With all of my might
So I can expose
Everything is alright
I want to see
What has never been seen
Take a long walk
In the hands of a dream
Reach as far as I can
The highest of heights
And pull down to earth
Everything is alright
I want a spot
Where I feel I belong
Take all that I've got
Before it is gone
I want to shine
The brightest of lights
So I can find
Everything is alright
You see I had lots of respect
NOW you are begging for attention
and a reality check, so try me,
Try me like satan tried jesus,
Your trying to unleash all that steam
but you only sound like a tea kettle,
you claim to be the rock of Gibraltar
but your only a pebble,
didn't your mother tell you not to play with fire,
now I must burn you for pulling this dragons tale ,
no one wants to hear your fairy tale, its very frail,
you can speak and speak until your face is pale
but flattering your self with your words is of no avail.
Keep checking your mail because karma is on it way,
I hope you can eat all that is on your tray, and when you
stuffed with your own hatred ,I hope you get on you knees
and pray, not every thing in life can go your way,
didn't history teach you that
dictating,
manipulating,
belittling,
lack of peace making,
heart breaking,
lack of loyalty,
unjust,
disrespect,
neglect,
self indulgence
hatred
lies
and bias
is not the way,
well I am going to teach you today
Adolf hitler ,
Maximilion,
Malcom x,
Martin luther king,
Rosa parks,
Allen Ginsberg,
Jesus Christ,
the little rock nine,
Mahatma Gandhi,
Fredrick Douglas,
Harriet Tubman,
Rodney King,
Elie Wiesel,
Sean Bell,
DOES any of this ring a BELL,
or your self you continue to smell,
are you still under the devils spell,
how DARE you be unjust,
teaching a child like you is a must.
Your whole approach and appearance is stale,
but HEY
I guess you don't see that
because a donkey can't see its tail.
do or die migration
Every one see that sea
From North Africa
Close to Europe
Every one see that sea
Close to Australia
Ever one see the little boat
Jam parked like a can of sadden
Full of people called immigrant
Where are they from ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this people
Just like a reality tale
In some places
Are set of people living like
They got no help nor care
Like a hell on earth
This people have a government
This people have leaders
Hello does this ring a bell
Yet the fire of poverty keep
Burning
So frustration drive them to
The little boat jam park of sadden
Where and what is this place
Called ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this place
This place this immigrant comes from
In some parts of this world
An empire show the power from
Above
In trying to create their identity
They devalue human
Devour innocent souls
The survivor now try's to migrate
Rushing to the little boat
Jam park like a sadden
What part of the world are they
From ????????
Do or die migration
I know every big shark
Will love to live in this
Part if the sea
Where day by day
Night by night
Souls drawn while
On a journey of survival
On a run to safety
What can make a human
Take this risk
Leaves me with a ???????
Question mark
Note
With a humble heart I dedicate this
Poem to the souls lost on the sea while trying to migrate to the land of safety mostly to my lost friend from Nigeria wale tunde!
Have leaves that remain still;
Give shade to all, with good will;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A vehicle comes near;
His pall of smoke I do fear;
Need to give more oxygen;
In turn for a little pollution!
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A weary traveler comes, with hunger in pursuit
And gladly picks up a juicy fruit
Does the name of Isaac Newton ring a bell?
His wisdom spoke, because my fruit fell?
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Use my leaves for house
Tap my bark for some gum;
Am here to serve you
In all this world's humdrum
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Nay, my friend shed no tear;
On the morrow, the woodcutter comes near;
Will give him my best shade;
Even though he will use the blade;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
With many a blow of his mighty axe clear;
Now will become firewood for his dear;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
A sincere request from the tree;
Plant me and be ego free;
Of ego, am free
Am a silly old tree.
Some call it an aphrodisiac.
They say it gives a man a strong back.
Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense;
Can something so delicate be so intense?
Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors.
Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored.
When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity,
Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy.
Don’t rush, familiarize your taste buds.
There is no such thing as a first sight love.
Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell.
Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.
propriocetion of an unhappy deltoid
the eyeball flambé of envy
and other itches stitches palsies and gouts
shout give up, throw it in, it’s too much!
such suggestions never make me waver
rather raise a stubborness in my endeavour
ring a bell far out in my stormy sea
inchcape finisterre inistrahull light
oh no stubborness is the star
stops me bailing out
keeps me bailing
in the teeth of howl gales bark
though land and home and sky are out of sight
and my unwilling bark
fills fast in time’s approaching night
and all is mist and sea’s unstable carp.
Is it real or are you faking
it? ;
Can you testify truly
without a hit?
That it is as strong as it
seems? ;
Even in the absence of
every being;
You are poised to create a
scene;
That goes against all sins;
I could call you the mustard
seed;
But, is it worth it? ;
It is one thing to be known
for something;
And another to be firm in
acting;
The story begins with the
action;
The test;
The great test that you
can’t detest;
Your arms are tied;
Sitted in that waiting room;
And like a criminal that is
tried;
You shiver like its all going
to end in doom;
No! She must live…;
That’s what goes through
your mind;
And even a quick magic
right
now, you won’t dare to
mind;
I thought you had it in you;
I thought it was for real;
Even after all the binding;
And through all the casting;
Your mind is still in a doubt
situation;
And you run helter skelter
in search of a faster
solution;
From Church to Church;
From Temple to Temple;
And alas! From shrine to
shrine;
How then can the light
shine?
As it has finally been lost
for a
cheap fine;
The word says it’s the
evidence of
things not seen;
The assurance of things
hoped for;
A supernatural gift given to
you;
And yet your distance from
it grew;
Like both sides of a forever
widening canyon;
You once testified;
That he was crucified;
Not for nothing sake;
But for our whole spiritual
make;
A good reason for our
belief in him;
And our total submission;
Have you forgotten or are
you blinded? ;
Blinded by impatience and
greed;
And now;
The big question;
Where lays your faith?
Is he not the same as he
was in the past?
The healer, the provider, the
protector;
The I am that I am;
Where lays your faith?
An encouraging answer
would
spark up a good fate;
After all the roaming for
quick solution;
You still come back to your
place
of true solution;
Inevitable!
That’s the word;
He raised Lazarus from the
dead;
He said a word and the evil
spirits
fled;
Does that ring a bell?
I guess it does now;
And it’s clear that you once
lost
the faith;
And luckily it’s not too late;
Use the kneeler;
Make that prayer;
Have the belief;
Feel the relief;
And Alleluia
The problem is all gone;
The story of faith;
Preaching to your state;
Good or bad;
Hope it is real;
Hope it’s not fake;
Your faith;
There is a transformation taking place
where the human condition is now lacking
In complete understanding we hunger
and thirst for righteousness to take proper shape
these words internally ring a bell
Why are you persecuting me
knowing the difference between wise and foolish
in the middle of hot and cold opinionated reactions
Those responding with hate attack love venomously
they try to delete truth replacing it with lies
forgiveness has this infinite wisdom and mercy
To double cross the victims courage
injustice has buried something greater
the voices of the innocent will never be silenced
There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me
The depths of your heart
Were shallow and hellfire burnt
No one can tell
That my heart use to ring a bell
Before you came straight from hell.
There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me
You walked in at a moment of your need
And left in a moment of your greed.
You selfish little gold digger
Always so bitter
Making my loneliness become bigger.
There was a time I thought love was lively and free
Then I realized it was a loss to me
No one could see
What it has done to me
"Curly Sue" is pretty simple,
Romcom of nineteen ninty one.
Strangely recognized an impel
To rhyme her out to make her mine.
For those born in twenty something
Curly Sue does not ring a bell.
Said "You're curly Sue, sweet dumpling!"
To my niece. "Who's that?", she compeled.
As a child, when I was little.
Curly modelled as "super cute".
Decades past, she's just a tittle
In films ocean, that is brute.
Wonder why I still remember
Curly Sue? It's just silly, no?
For some reason have this ember
For Sue and want my niece to know.
Marriage is riding a bicycle
oil to reduce noisy friction
mend tires that burst
pump when pressure goes down
replace broken spokes
wash when mud splashes
carry optimum weight
ring a bell when in confusion