Best Ringers Poems

Most poets tell the truth of life 
Though they may wrap it in beauty.
It's their passion, not their purpose;
To compose is but their duty.

Poets as...

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Social Media is raving about my seafood haven.
Any ocean gift you wish is on my menu list.
It is known for chocolate bliss in any form...

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Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the...

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What's in a name

I looked at my name
and I now must confide
I found so many things
that were waiting inside

I checked all the letters
for what there...

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Flickered fingers;
Can't dial ringers;
Telephone calls;
Babies cry and crawls;

what do you do?
what do you do?
When their diapers fall?...

6/8/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020...

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They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a...

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For more than forty years he mustered horses to the yard,
Reminding all the younger blokes “You’ve ‘gotta’ stay on guard,
For even decent broken horses have...

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My bells, are shared with you,
At the ringing  in of the taut day
And the ringing out of the mayfly

The bells, brazen, lucid, warm,
Silence the...

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Who the hell rings bells anymore
whether in a Capitalist society, a Theocracy, an Oligarchy,
or a Dictatorship

	the DING has sure been taken out of the
	rama dama...

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Waaaake Uuuuup!
is what i heard for this generation 
time is on their hands 
but death is on their faces.
And time is definately not waiting, on...

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Walking alone on the beaches,  I caught 
images of "my kids",  their dead ringers.
Missing their hugs and kisses. Diddlysquat!
I long for stepped-on toes,...

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sestets

Florida winters are not so keen.
Walking the beaches, I keep seein’
"my kids" or at least their dead ringers.
Can’t say I miss wet, sticky fingers,
cold shoulders,...

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Bells




Serving summons
for a call to prayer,
Or shortly before
consecration of the bread,
Or an alarm 
to inform an invasion,
But what I like as most
is the bells of...

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There are a few things
For under a nickel;
Like a lone Chicklet,
Or a sliced pickle.

But there’s so much more 
For less than a penny.
You don’t think...

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Mells' Bells.

Not far from a little town in Somerset called Wells
there's a quiet little village, that's name is Mells
the wild garlic grows in abundance there,...

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