From the smallest of handbells to bells that are heavy,
bells of all types make a large bevy.
Small bells are often the tinkling kind
like decorative ones in some stores we find.
There are ring-a-ling bells and bells that jingle
like jingle bells ringing when merry folks mingle.
Sleigh bells on horses evoke for me
lovely white wonderland imagery.
Other small bells women wear round their ankles.
An alarm bell that wakens me, oh, how it rankles.
There are waist bells the belly dancers often will wear
while big bells on churches call people to prayer.
Some bells sound randomly; others on queue.
There are bike bells, school bells, and cow bells too.
Of bells that chime melodies, there's more than a few.
That's what the bells called Carillon do.
Bell bottom jeans were used back in my day
and Hell's bells is an expletive some say.
The most famous bell, what might it be?
I think it's the one that's called Liberty!
Categories:
handbells, analogy,
Form: Couplet
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?
Categories:
handbells, blessing,
Form: Free verse
BELLS
I.
Bells has a tingling ring to it,
a jingledy-jangle silver tone.
The tympanic waltz, close knit —
angelic chorus of Christ’s throne.
And Winter parades its magic —
the pure white snow purling gold.
Morgans’ shiver and shake chromatic.
Enchantment’s carol — behold!
O Christmas day — the pearly gates
stretched wide open in senssuround,
handbells harmonious, worldwide translate
singing, sweeping, melody crowned.
~
II.
*Poesome bells! They’re morose.
Tentacles dingle-dangle forth.
Curious onlooker of its strokes,
midnight binds its ears, looks North.
The lonesome brass calls for lad
and lass with clean cuts and braids.
The aww-no sound is clad
in a nonsenseless grade.
*Edgar Allen dawdles with death clang,
its clanger brain, hellish.
The beauty, from tower hangs —
the dauber of knells doth relish.
12/20/2020
*Some thoughts from Poe’s poem “The Bells”
Categories:
handbells, beautiful, christmas, dark, sound,
Form: Rhyme
the pastor with giggles shaking his sides
sizes up
the little people choir
imagining the adults they will become
as their
antics
play out
the hambone in the front
wiggles
out all his sillies
as instructed by
the choir leader
the older grand
in the back row
so so serious
ringing handbells
stopping
ever’ so often
yes, the pastor sizes them up
one and all
and us too
as the congregation
leans in to listen to
the carolers
yes, the pastor notes
we never do that for him
and yes again
we can see the little kid in him
12/15/2019
Categories:
handbells, children, song,
Form: Free verse
She has scattered hair along the coast.
The wind cried like little boy,
The willow had bent over her sadly.
Tired wrinkles are on the mermaid's face;
Pain - melancholy in her eyes.
In the sky the stars are ringing
like handbells.
The mermaid lies on the grass
near the edge of a coastal forest.
The seagulls shouted anxiously
and waves sang a silent song.
Categories:
handbells, song-
Form: Lyric
The heart on the palm of my hand.
Winter thoughts go around behind windows like snowflakes.
Trams are rushing.
They are sending dreams to sleeping houses.
The wind has stopped,
and roofs want to fly into the sky.
I love you, and I write to you again.
Stand near a window, please,
and look into the night.
The white horses are running,
handbells – the stars – are calling in the sky.
I give you my silly heart in the palm of my hand.
Take it, please.
Do not drive it out to the blizzard garden.
Categories:
handbells, love, song-heart, heart,
Form: Lyric
(to my friend-artist)
Draw a Jester, for me, please.
He must have a ridiculous cap
with silver handbells.
He must be elegant as a prince,
to have a cane in his thin fingers
and a long smile.
But why is his expression so sad?
Look at him, please!
Maybe, your Jester is similar to me?
Categories:
handbells, song-
Form: Lyric
Houses have lowered curtains like eyelashes,
and the silence has ascended on the solemn throne.
In windows of an old circus are indistinct persons,
unfamiliar songs and mysterious peals of bells.
Perhaps this is a banquet or wedding of a circus actor?
But needles of light stick into the night.
The unplanned performances, not advertised, gallops,
and multi-coloured days spin under the dome, like butterflies.
Here the elegant illusionist – the collector of deception,
here the young juggler – he’s lucky, very dexterous.
He is beautiful and kind and pleased with himself.
Here the lass-acrobat laughs with flutist wearily,
here the girl-equestrian, so in love
with the mad, brave equilibrist,
and with the very kind, big elephant.
Again, circus actors will go along an invisible circle,
and they will compose the themes for city dreams.
The gold girth will be lit in this night,
and the laughter of jester’s handbells will be heard.
Categories:
handbells, philosophy, song-
Form: Lyric
In this small house,
The winter sews pillows
The sisters- the blizzards weave fluffy carpets,
The old man with a white beard
Draws the ice pictures.
He rings with the crystal handbells
And composes the magic dreams
For children.
Categories:
handbells, children,
Form: I do not know?