Best Tinkled Poems
The water tinkled down
My memory lane
Sweet was the sound of pain
As I gently remembered her face
Moving along the rim
The angel softly touched
My heart strings one by one
As emotions danced their
Rawness away, glowing
In the afterthought of achievement
Weak fountains sprung thru the sinews
Awakening the darkening desires
The flowers sighed and fell
Before her teary grave
As passion held in its arms
An empty mind, an empty body
19-11-12
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s SYNESTHESIA : INNER BODY MOVEMENT
It rained on and on.
the fire in the hearth
had long died out.
hunger grew,
frustration raged.
vultures swooped down
to feed on flesh in the night
half willing, half resenting,
surrendered, rather subdued,
desire spilled over,
bristles pricking
from organ to organ
thrusting and tearing
devouring in greedy gulp
waves surged past the log
passion spent,
hunger appeased,
purse strings loosened,
silver coins tinkled.
amply paid,
her wages of shame……!
the toil not wasted!
nights came one by one
creatures of the night frequented her more often
and the scenes were constantly replayed
though she abhorred them,
there was no other go, but yield
‘exploring hands encounter(ed) no defense’.
each night closed in smutty h(r) ut,
when the h(r)ut turned a prostitute,
she started to rot.
feeble she grew,
languid she became,
body thinned,
energy waned,
ailments plagued,
and
immunity lost!
now,
she lives an outcast.
a luscious fruit
blighted by the worms!
no more nocturnal invaders…..
no inebriated blather falls in her ears
only the hoot of owls !
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June.16.2022
Placed Fourth
Creatures of the Night Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Julia Ward
amid the bleats of lambs
and the moo of cows
in a far away manger
a baby, swaddled in rags was born
though despicable in some eyes,
He was the clone of Clones
the one, though Heaven sent,
was the humblest of the humble,
who halved history!
He walked the hills of Judea
with disciples many
healed the sick
met people
lived one among them
until three decades
and three years
the cloud laden sky
suddenly turned dark
the spirit of evil
invaded inside
and outside
premonitions
of portentous occurrence!!
at Gethsemane
the fatal rendezvous,
He sweated blood
as coins tinkled,
Judas through a kiss
betrayed his master
was sentenced
by the marshals of power
and was convicted
Pontius Pilate, washing hands,
absolved himself of his guilt
He tottered to Calvary,
lay on the cross, not by nails
but pinned by love
He poured down love
on those never deserved
to his love, there is no end...
among the hisses of revulsion
and the screams of a vengeful crowd
the tremulous cadence
of an agonized cry
“why hast Thou forsaken me?”
died down…..
did Golgotha’s cliffs echo that cry?
The Father kept ‘an aggressive silence’
The Sun (Son) set at noon
darkness shrouded the Earth
the curtain fell
but on the 3rd day
walked out of the grave
defeating Death and Sin!
Our Lord has Risen….!
to this day
the world
hails this victory!!
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Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
I slept with my guitar,
I guess was inept.
I was not in accord,
my guitar slowly wept
I slept with my piano
—such a torrid tease,
it tinkled with my tuner
and slew me with its keys
I slept with my bassoon,
it ruffled up my hair.
Un fétiche pour bouffant?
I didn’t really care
I slept with my recorder,
in between the sheets.
The score became discordant
but the music sure was sweet
I slept with tenor sax
kinky though it seems
Did I get the ax?
Or was it in my dreams?
An aspiring actor named Max Finkel
Felt that his star would soon shine and twinkle ~
He just needed one small part
That would provide him a start ~
Played a 'Hobo:' Max tinkled and stinkled
I have always tinkled
From a very young age
On the ivory dashboard
From the dots on the page
The musical freedom
Of the song never sung
The releasing of passions
On which I too readily clung
There's a beauty in music
Like a God given joy
From operatic piano
To the cheap plastic toy
It matters not anytime
Any place you can find
If you call out to music
It responds in a rhyme
Your heart will be full
From the start to the end
With a strange, mystic healing
Any fracture, can mend
CV
She was the merriest mermaid in the deep blue sea
Wish a swish of her tail, she showed how happy we could be
We other mermaids followed her about, looking for a key
To how she could retain her sense of delight; which confused me.
Her laugh tinkled across the waters with bubbles to behold.
She was excited about everything her life was big and bold.
We all wanted her confidence that would never grow old.
She was our leader, a joyful enthusiastic mermaid with a heart of gold.
In an old Victorian building live two cats and a lady,
The girl cat is Patches and the boy cat is called Peanut;
And the lady is called mother, they all live in harmony.
One day, mother decided the cats needed to have collars,
So, she bought a pink one for Patches and a blue one for Peanut;
Each collar had a little bell that tinkled and tinkled as the cats walked.
Now, Patches loved her collar but Peanut twisted about,
He flopped on his back, putting his paws inside the blue collar;
Finally, the bell fell off and he pounced after it across the room.
As Patches walked around her little bell went tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
Peanut was determined to get that bell and became quite the pest;
Mother talked to Peanut telling him to STOP and leave the bell alone.
When mother came home from work the cats came,
She reached to stroke Patches and noticed the pink collar;
The bell was MISSING, she looked at Peanut, bad cat she said.
Where the bells went is still a MYSTERY that will stay unsolved,
Patches always wore her pink collar, she really loved to show it off;
Peanut totalled destroyed his within days and was very proud of that.
Mother pulled out furniture to look for those bells,
She looked in every corner, in every cupboard and drawer;
The bells were too big to eat, where did Peanut put those bells.
Well in time Peanut, although young went to heaven, God decides,
Patches followed not long after and mother was left so heartbroken;
One night, she was awoken to the sound of two tinkling, tinkling bells.
And still years after . . . she often hears those mysterious tinkling bells.
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October 27, 2012
Poetry/Narrative/The Mystery Of The Bells
Copyright Protected, ID 10-431-323-27
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
In Memory of Peanut the Cat and Patches the Cat
(and the bells have never been found)
Submitted to the Standard contest, Mystery
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron, Judged 11/2012
Third Place
We were golfing in the morning
It was me and my friend Bill
We were on hole number seven
Everything was going well
I drove my ball straight down the fairway
The shot was pretty nice
Bill leaned hard into his shot
But he had a tendency to slice
It disappeared toward the Condos
We could hear a frightening crash
The picture window tinkled down
Pieces lying on the sash
He said I must go and apologize
To the lady in the place
He found her lying in her chaise lounge
Dressed in frilly things and lace
He went in to check the damage
That he’d done to her place
He came out two hours later
With a big smile on his face
She said don’t worry ‘bout the damage
I already have been paid
My day has started very nicely now
What a difference it has made
I may have lost a window
But the breaks been very nice
You can stop in any time
It has been a slice
Life is a mere dream
A fleeting shadow that fades
with time; awaken!
Seniors Style
'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry:
The punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candles' magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Ten puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social-security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Soon you'll be with us; we wish you the best.
(Anon.)
Mr.Tinkle and Rip Van Winkle.
Both they tinkled on a fence.
But when they were caught.
By the Police, they were sought.
They had to post some bail.
Traveled with Betty, after eating spaghetti.
Sat in an easy chair.
Mr.Tinkle and Rip van Winkle..
Again were hungry soon.
But Rip Van Winkle stole Tinkle's money.
Became a millionaire.
They rode on a bus, without a fuss.
Went to a convenient store.
They ordered a burger.Along with some liquor.
Lettuce, mayo, mustard, and more..
Rip Van Winkle found a wrinkle, in his overalls.
He had to snooze, after drinking the booze.
And never woke again!
Now Mr.Tinkle..Without Van Winkle.
Sat in an easy chair.
Had to tinkle with his dinkle.
Fickle with a pickle and pear.
Went with Audrey to do his laundry.
Now it's a love affair...
Rhyming-Scheme-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014..ALL rights reserved..
Every dawn meant its worth
every day showed its value
when the moon shone bright
bells tinkled by the motion of the whispery wind
children head to the safety of adobe huts
warming their little hands around the fires
tigers prowl the midnight roads
their eyes seen by fearfull villagers
luminescent eyes dancing in the dark night
calls of strange animals
sends a cold chill down your spine
babies fall asleep on the cold dirt floor
surrounded by parents, brothers, sisters
for protection
as the night comes to an end
and the sun starts to rise over the green topped mountains
wild animals leave to nap in the morning sun
children go out to relieve themselves
and find a dead goat five feet from the door
their livelihood shrinks as lionesses feed
on their wealth, their income
but such is the life
when you live with wild animals
when you encroach on their territory
you pay, little by little
a hard, struggling existence
a life shared with beautiful killers
seeing their glorious power at work
until they take your life.
A beautiful morning as something new
Whatever I am wishing is turning true
A book nearby candling enchants few
Ringing the bell and here is the view
Till so long I waited for that only “ONE”
Who knows true commitment in relation
Finally I have that beloved companion
True prayers delivered magical wand
A union of hearts with no selfish reason
Bell tinkled to spread adorable season
Feels like a dream being in holy benison
Book read it all as taught in magic lesson
Candle lighted showing way to Soul Mate
Till now involved and lost at wrong gate
Finally I have what I ever wished in fate
Magic did helped but no evilness or hate
Close the book, ring the bell, light the candle
Mark it as the dawn of true love idol
In this ruthless world magic may handle
A life of endless love never to dwindle
Magic spelled my heartily wish of fairy tale
Book read to start with bell marking hail
My wish to light the candle of love trail
Only to recognize, no continuing artificial
Name: Sneha Agarwal
Me
Dad
fishing
Mum's old tights
over coffee jar
towed along with a piece of string
catching some unwary minnows in the strong current
the water tinkled over the rocks, making a sound like a box of spilling pencils
calm
day
sunny
rush hour time
people going home
stopping, starting,controlled by lights
we, cocooned within the shadow of the bridge above
which contrasted in that moment how different the ways we can choose to live our days.
Sun
sets
cooling,
shadows stretch
Poppies go to sleep
petals closing, controlled by light
with a nod and a smile he signals it's time to go
I remember it was the one day in his whole life that we had alone together
For contest 'The magic of three', sponsor, Broken Wings
january 15th 2018
Under Bryony’s Spell
We met by chance. She caught my eye
as I strolled idly ’mong the trees.
Her endearing smile lit her face.
We clicked; we talked; I stayed till late.
She was strong-willed and confident,
reflecting pure Pokémon breed!
Funny at times, her laugh tinkled
like a wind-chime in summer breeze.
I was under her spell, bewitched
as avidly she entangled
herself around me, coiled tendrils
vigorously latching on to
my unresisting emotions.
Soon darkness fell. We spent the night
within each others arms. Her greed
matched mine. Bryony and I, two
wild climbing vines entwined within
the blooming realm of fantasy.
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Contest: In Words She Blooms
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
© 30th August 2016