Here comes the jingle jangle man
Who struts and swaggers he is his biggest fan
He doesn’t want anyone to be
Better than he himself you do see
He schemes at things behind your back
Don’t tell him your secrets or he will hack
Them making you look bad
In the end you’ll feel sad
As he walks with hands in pockets
Jingle jangle hear the racket
Take heed of his noise then
Don’t converse thinking he is a friend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
jangle, anger, angst,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Do you have skeletons in your closet
I have a few in mine …
They jingle, jangle, jingle
~ a frame for my composite
Categories:
jangle, body, sound,
Form: Rhyme
Jingle jangle jungle jee
Words make me laugh so merrily
Jingle bells and rat cat sells
Jingle jangle jungle jee
Categories:
jangle, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
He jingles when he walks through
So we know he has coins in his pockets.
My husband and I roll our eyes.
We don’t care.
He thinks he is getting by with something.
And he is.
We think it is cute at age four.
If he is still grabbing coins out of our massive pickle jar at twenty-four
we might feel differently.
Categories:
jangle, grandchild, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents,
Form: Prose Poetry
Jingle-jangle bells
Sing-song syncopation
Ambulances hurtle down streets
of post-war Europe
Eerie bells; haunting bells
ghosts of round-ups, of Auschwitz
of Buchenwald, and Bergen-Belsen
sounds of death and doom
Shades drawn suddenly
blinds sealed tight
Breath held; pin-drop silence
'Till the peril passes
Bells tear at tortured souls
Dragnet's tentacles probing
Reaching for fresh corpses to feed
Insatiable crematoria ovens
Decades later, survivors flinch
hearing jingle-jangle bells
So, too, sons and daughters
living victims of inherited terror
June 02, 2019
Entry in 'What Makes You Flinch' contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
jangle, death, pain, sound,
Form: Free verse
Just when it's set to meld
Jumble shake makes trouble
Jingle crescendo clangs
Jangle bangle rattles
Junking love's blind assent
Jarring discordant doubts
Jostles our hands apart
Categories:
jangle, love,
Form: Free verse
I jingle I jangle, jangle around
I turn and I jingle I jingle, I jangle
To the jangle stomp
I shake to the jangle, jingle bells
I shout out come join me
Come one come all
And see can we jangle, jangle, jingle
To the edge of dawn
Can you feel the floor vibrate
As that lady jingle, jingle and jangle
To and fro
The sound is bouncing around from
Wall to wall
The floor is shakin like jello in a
Plate
While that lady do her jingle, jangle
Shake
Doing her jingle, jangle around on
The floor..
Categories:
jangle, art, imagination, science fiction,
Form: Free verse