As the evening draws to a close ,
the clock ticks fast and time goes past.
Soon time reaches to midnight thus a new day begins. All is peaceful and quite no birds dinging their morning song. No foxes cats howling to disturb the peace.
What tranqulity greets the morning even though thenights darkness still resides till morning rise.This Nature stirs snd the birds too. For some their night shift is finished
hip, hip hooray.
The Early risers it is a brand new day.
As for the Night Owls who's mind is so alert
but yet your eyes hurt. Your brain is finding one and a million things to do except the one thing your eyes and body crave.
Sleep ,rest your wary mind .
Let go of the stimulus , unwind , relaxe and close your eyes.Let sleep embrace the night owl now .pleasant dreams night owl for the day is risen. Fear not you are safe things will still be there when you awake and
All will be well.
The whistle was in the air the bells were dinging,
I was hustling along and not really thinking.
The train was passing as I watched on,
looking to the back to see how much had gone.
In a hurry I was eager for the rumbling cars to pass,
there were three to go, finally at last.
Standing on the tracks looking back at the caboose,
there was still an odd rumbling beneath my shoes.
The last red car continuing to put distance between us,
but somehow the rails beneath my feet were beginning to fuss.
A sudden sweaty chill hit, I felt faint.
Turned around, oh no wait!
A train coming from the other line
I quickly stepped back surely I was fine.?????
ding
ding
ding
ding
ding
ding
ding
ding
eleven dings all together
I know who is dinging my phone without looking
she sends me eleven to twenty photos a day
of what she ate for breakfast
what she is fixing for lunch
her sewing room
We all have one of these in our family
The memory of your voice
bounces off barricades I've built in my mind
It pinballs around the rooms of my heart
looking for a vacant space that will listen
Dinging unheard bells, rerouted by
little plastic swinging gates
Bumping blindly into walls
You'll never find a way in again
Anything you scream now
only lands, quiet as a moth-dusty and pale
on closed ears
The most ghostly earth exhale
could not deliver, to the deepest parts of me
what it is you want to say
That voice. I sent it to the fires long ago
And planted an ocean all around
to keep it contained
I am far away now, calmly cool, refreshed by freedom
With every clean inhale
I sail closer to the silent horizon
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The keys are still—no clacking, no dinging~
now only dust lies in the grooves
where fingers once belonged.
Once it knew the weight of wars,
of Hemingway’s cigars and wine,
of love letters dipped in kerosene shine.
Now spiders draft their webs between
the metal bones of the obsolete machine.
A museum piece.
A fossil.
A ghost.
Waiting for words that matter the most.
But the writer’s hands?
Oh, they’re somewhere else~
tapping glass,
begging the sky
to inspire a story
worth its own ink.
I want to be heard.
Like a bike dinging.
Whirling by, has a path.
Enjoying the busy howls.
I want to be heard.
Like a harmonica.
Making unique sounds.
Breathing hard and music is made.
I want to be heard.
Like a helicopter.
Which eats the sky with its blades.
And lands on a landing pad every time.
I want to be heard.
Like a bison.
Like a campfire.
Like vanilla extract.
Opening my backpack.
Heaving this bag on the counter.
There are no tools or clothes.
Just deflating sounds.
I want to be heard.
Even if it’s just the sound of deflating.
Neon lights twinkle against the velvet, dark skies,
Ferris wheel spins like a huge ring of fireflies;
Shadows sway in the pavement, tents, booths, and crowds,
As bright bulbs bring glare to cotton candy clouds .
Iron tunes from colorful carousel
Equalize clanking ride near the dinging bell;
Laughter listens to chatter screams in delight,
As hush whispers before the ride drops from height.
Sweet smell of chocolate, popcorn, and browned dough
Blends with oil from ride's engine in hot wind's blow;
Jumbo burger melts on the tongue bathed by Coke,
While the air is mixed with words of grease and smoke.
Young ones in a dreamlike world within nighttide
Savor the spot where pain pauses and woes hide.
I wore my new shoes to the store.
They fit but they hurt.
I love how the laces come undone and trip me.
I love the chicken salad sandwich I get at the deli.
I love the notebook I write my list of groceries in.
Waiting in line to check out.
The thing about lines is, no matter how long they are, you can’t die.
Or you will lose your turn.
Dinging and beeping sounds.
We pretend it’s ok.
I hope the store doesn’t lock me inside of it.
Maybe I should have bought the cream cheese…
It was on sale.
Nothing will ever be ok again.
I almost tripped.
I dropped my grocery list.
Nothing will ever be ok again.
I rested my eyes and I heard a bell ringing
I wondered what this afternoon might be bringing
I gathered my wits and peered out through the blind
Frankly, intrigued to know what I might find
There’s children stood there and they look so unruly
I sense that they’ve all got it in for yours truly
I think to myself with a shortage of mirth
The lot of them should have been throttled at birth
That bell is still ringing, it’s donging and dinging
I’ve got a sore head and my eardrums are stinging
And would you believe that those kids are now squealing
You’re likely to find me soon… clung to the ceiling
Will somebody please silence that flaming bell
I so want a crossbow like William Tell
I feel myself shaken and then shaken faster
Then… “Lunch time is over; please wake up, Headmaster.”
Bells ringing, children singing
Sounds of the season’s joys
Cash registers are dinging
Bells ringing, children singing.
Lovers are blinging; Santa’s bringing
Presents for little girls and boys
Bells ringing, children singing
Sounds of the season’s joys.
Written December 1, 2022
In medieval times, peasants began to weep
when beneath the castle, in a stronghold deep,
flames from mouths of dragons began to sweep
over the realm, tired of dinging too long on sheep.
They took to wing, soaring with swift speed
Searching for tastier meals upon which to feed.
"South" screamed Blathazor, the eldest decreed!
The others obeyed him. Glad they had been freed!
Weeks passed and humans lay dead.
Others tried hiding, living life with dread
but the gluttonous dragons were all well-fed
feasting on villagers with rampant bloodshed.
They gutted the land of cattle and deer.
Each day another dragon seemed to appear.
Those who remained alive were terrified with fear.
Word of the demon dragons had spread far and near.
What brave hero would be found so adept
to kill the evil dragons in the cave as they slept?
A wizard flew down on his magic dragon, Culdecept.
whose flaming power destroyed them on his intercept.
October 20, 2022
Painting Prompted Contest sponsored by Lisa YY
Written to coincide with painting #4 in 157 words.
This time of the year
when the cannas sadly droop,
Ma is saving kitchen scraps
from recent repasts
for a hearty winter soup,
and decorations go up.
Too early I think
with the Christmas ornaments
for commercial purposes
slighting Halloween
and Thanksgiving gatherings.
I shall complain bitterly.
No one will listen!
Some say I am Mister Scrooge
I can stand only so much
happiness and joy,
cash registers dinging loud
facing the mad shopping crowds.
Each year it gets worse
when the cannas sadly droop,
and Ma saves scraps for the soup
decorating starts,
and I complain bitterly
but no one listens or cares.
Written September 12, 2022
Amazing! A joyful life
Bestowing special blessings,
Eschews strife,
Keeps xylophones
Very quietly dinging
In my ears.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Strand Poetry Contest
January 26, 2022
written November 2, 2021
Darkness of the night extending
Countless stars far away
Bundles of worry overlapping
Waves of anxiety tangling
A wall clock dinging
The worms bustle and rustle
To join me
In a lonely and sleepless night
The world has turned angry.
Families have been replaced with technology.
Swiping and dinging has replaced listening and learning.
Drivers are enraged; impatient, unkind.
They plow over each other, like angry puppies
Because they must wait their turn.
Instant gratification has become the go-to now.
We want it immediately – information, food, attention.
The world has turned angry. The families are gone.
Technology has replaced love and kindness.
People spend more time in cars driving frantically
Than they spend in homes.
No one is listening to our children.
They sit in front of a tablet poking buttons
Wishing someone cared.
The world is sad.
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