Quote: "“I love you and that’s the beginning and end of everything.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald1.
As soon as I came home,
She waited by the door,
No inkling of when I'd roam,
Love's footsteps yearning for more.
Thoughts of love, they dance, unsure,
Caged desires like a bird's sweet cries,
She longed to break free, to procure,
Yet deep love kept her ties.
Now, no one's there, just the floor,
I wait, doorbells silent chimes,
In solitude, I explore,
Echoes of love in these times.
In the stillness of the night's embrace,
I seek solace, finding grace.
Memories dance, a bittersweet song,
Echoes of love, once so strong.
Alone I stand, yet not alone,
For love's essence I've ever known.
Though she may not be by my side,
Her love in my heart will forever abide.
Through the silence, whispers of love,
Echoes from the heavens above.
In each moment, I find my way,
Guided by love's eternal ray.
Every season a time for bells
handbells in the choir
Christmas bells on tree
doorbells
Taco Bell
everyone their own style and sound
hanging bells mixed with mistletoe
cow bells across the field
some rustic, bronze, vintage, old and new
no two are alike
some ring for Joy
some for sorrow
the sound of ringing bells
how can a hollow vessel
bring such calm and peace?
The doorknobs were rusty
My hopes ran dry
Where does the time go
When we're all alone
Doorbells and permissables
A dent of occasion
Dentures and talking
Come easy along
Miss you nights
when tadpoles go swimming
Lust and egos
are the height of fashion
The Dasher all dressed ready
Delivering snacks to the many
Leaving in the night
Serving those willing to pay the price
Hurrying through dinner and out the door
Hoping he can make some more
The streets are dark, the traffic light
As he dashes through the night
No doorbells, knocking or people to see
Just leave on the doorstep and text me
Tips are large, tips are small
Happy to get them all
Missing his bed, wife and dogs
He is out there giving to the cause
Driving from store to store
Running from door to door
This is definitely not a job for the weak
As you hardly get any sleep
Dash Away, Dash Away All
Dash Away, Dash Away to the next call
Christmas Bells
Jingle bells, hand bells, silver bells so fair,
Sing their laughing songs in the frosty air
Sleigh bells, church bells cheerful ringing chimes
Celebrate this time of year, this Christmastime
Joyful music every day
In doorbells greetings and Santa's sleigh
And ev'ry time we hear a bell ring
Another angel gets their wings.
Listen to this merry sound
Heavenly bells, all around
Hear their message ev'ry day
Peace on earth - Goodwill - they say.
12-6-22
Contest: November or December Quatrain
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I found you in the market
Your eyes lit up with a glow
I sat you on the pouch
Putting on a show
With ghosts and goblins
Laughing and screaming
The wind flicking with eyes gleaming
Trick or treat was said
Then faces of delight
With doorbells ringing
And children singing
It was a Hallow night
Witches, Vampires and more
Came knocking at the door
Jumping through piles of leaves
Crossing streets for candy treats
Along came Freddy
With swords for fingers
Then Jason came by
With a mask of horror
All running by my flickering eyes
Then darkness came upon my light
I came back to life
On Thanksgiving Day
Then they gutted me out
becoming a pumpkin pie
Then a turkey flew by
The table was set
A touchdown was made
All seats were filled
And a prayer was said
Then the turkey was gobbled down
I felt whip cream
Upon my brow
I knew this was
The End
Upon this twilight eve a full moon-lite night appeared,
Crackling leaves with mounds of bags and children jumping with glee.
As graves flew open with ghostly sights witches began their brewing,
with stark black eyes and fiery sparks her sight glowing within.
As the smoke rose from the kettle below ghost and goblins appeared,
then cutout pumpkins with scary faces as the children ran in fear.
Begging for candy going door to door and sounds of doorbells ringing,
their faces hidden behind their masks of evil with laughter and giggling.
The night went on and their pails filled with candy and hungry tummy's,
They did not know their parents' eyes shining at the sight of chocolate.
Searching through these pails of candy the children's lot got smaller,
for the parents ate the children's spoils only to get a sick tummy.
The witch knew her brew would end up in the hands of thief’s,
giving the children a goodnight sleep with dreams of gobbling there,
Candy Treats
Not For Conest
The moonlight shines perfectly on a town.
The sounds of Halloween are whistling by.
When you look closer you will see orange and purple lights on houses.
Blow up ghosts or ghouls sitting on top of the grass.
You may hear the pitter-patter of shoes running from house to house.
Little children dressed up as their favorite thing.
Could be as scary as a monster or as pretty as a princess.
The doorbells of the houses buzzing.
Opening the doors to find little kids saying trick or treat.
The sweets make a clunking sound, falling into their pillowcases.
They cheer with joy and run to the next house, to the next, to the next.
Leaves crunch under their feet.
This was just a normal Halloween.
The Halloween tradition is older than we are.
But the joy we feel is what keeps us young.
10/22/21
I’ve finally come home from my island
I don’t remember life bein’ this hard
I’m a castaway who never saw no ship
I’m a prisoner who never entered the yard
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
I’ve been ringin’ on doorbells, lookin’ in boxes
Checkin’ for a sign of love
The masters had it in for me
So I prayed to the masters above
That somebody take me in
Into their civilization
What am I really?
Who am I truly?
Where do I fit in?
With my problems all solved
I guess I’m evolved
Adaptive and reactive
In civilization
They came for me on my island
But I didn’t really wanna be saved
Amid the icicles of self-reliance,
Let me carve out my home in a cave
Who will take me in
Back to their civilization?
A banjo is playing in the bodega.
A door proclaims its ding and dong
voltaic birds bounce to its tintinnabulum,
flickers of auricular featherings
wipe shelves of a million years of dust.
The banjo is at prayer and you are there
as you peal with its cadence and quiver.
The bodhisattva
they that dynamo the sonic tides,
the waves,
air waves, sounding and soundless,
who sparkle
in the high deep heavens
and in the low wallows
where ankles are the muddy roots
of wind chimes and cow bells.
Sounds unleashing
the knelling thunder of peace.
Alabaster hands poised in mid-air
signaling an elemental perfection.
The kinetics of gesture and stillness,
as doors open their choiring mouths,
as banjos mimic the sounds
of all practicing avatars,
and we hearing
only the ding yet missing the dong
unthinking un-ring Gods temple gong.
A fire Pumpkin monster
On lawn with eyes ablaze
Children laughing
With dead souls painted on their faces
Masking terror
TIME to TRICK or TREAT
Fly by moon witches
Unleash magic on the streets
Doorbells ringing
Colored candy pour out galore
High on cloud sugar
Wicked deeds we Will explore
Rotten egg balloons
Are the favorite tricks I Know
If I Don’t get dark chocolate
I'll be stinking up your floor
Enter wayward spirits
Through portals of After Life
Come Dreaded WINTER
Foretell the many who must Die
Choose the mask you put On
It may NOT come Off...
HALLOWEEN is coming to your home
Grim REAPER is waiting outside your door
Oh let's do something crazy
Let's go moonbathing at night
and we can knock on doorbells
and then have a rainball fight
Or let's go on a rampage
of destruction of all fear
We'll wreak some anti-havoc
spreading harmony and cheer
People need to drop their worries
go outside and play
a good old game of hide and seek
and we can lead the way
It's time for some tomfoolery
and high jinks to abound
Too many people lose themselves
in troubles so profound
So let's try something crazy
Oh I know what we can do
We'll skip some pebbles 'cross a pond
and climb a tree or two
We'll take your heavy burdens
and just toss them in the air
and then we'll dash through flowery fields
without a single care
Life is getting very short
it's time for boisterous fun
And many will not understand
until their time is done
Tomfoolery and high jinks
are the order of the day
We'll throw in some shenanigans
while laughing all the way
2/26/19
I’m Just Me
6-6-2016
Wanted, Just a few hours,
For me to relax to the max;
Some days I’ve had thoughts,
Of just putting down tracks;
Without the stress of phones,
Or doorbells ringing at will;
Tracks that took me onward,
Far beyond the next hill;
To you, it must seem strange,
That I enjoy my own fellowship;
Never was a “mixer” or one,
Who enjoyed a very long trip.
I’ve oft said a rut’s bottom,
Was indeed my comfort zone;
And as for hosting a party,
I’d rather spend time alone.
Tom
This is not my place
But anyways.
A strangely unrewarding
Chain on my door.
What is it that I'm guarding,
What's the trouble all for?
Smoke
fills
rooms
Like ivory in tombs
We wouldn't be depressed
If it weren't
For the best.
Foamless steel
Stain-filled bubble bath
Bought for the price of a meal
Sould for a laugh.
And so we travel on
The goodies always gone.
Alas!
I say
My head I'll lay
No dogs do stray
No mines we lay
I'm wishing for a way -
But the wishing well's run dry.
And so you shudder and I cry,
'At least we've been passed by
The fortunes that don't lie.'
And then, you have a vision
Of a man who's screaming
"Intermission!"
And his eyes are beaming
With precision.
And so we laugh and share a cigarette.
This is just as good as it will get
If you go outside you will get wet
Eventually...
Minds gray,
Thoughts sharp
We'll best be on our way
As the angel plays a harp
But hits the wrong notes.
What's it for
What's it about?
In friendship we've no doubt.
So don't go knocking on my door,
As I won't knock in turn.
Since walls cling
But doorbells ring
And fires always burn...
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing,
She ran down to meet him at the doorbells ring,
It has been ages since they last met,
He told her not to worry and not to fret,
A nervous fluttering of butterflies filled her,
Last time the age of sixteen they were,
As they climbed up the steps in her right shaky hand an envelope she held,
She knew the moment he opened it he would instantly be spelled,
From here the City churches pierced the mist,
His lips curved into a twist,
They stood for ages in deathly silence,
Her phone rang and she ignored it out of defiance,
He had pity for the man on the other end,
The poor naive man who believed that all these years was only speaking to a friend,
She opened the crinkled pale yellow envelope for his and her eyes to share,
He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square,
Intertwining the new couples hands,
Off to the church to get their desired wedding bands.
June 1, 2018
One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
5th Place
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