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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”
Writing poems is a poet's biz
Yet no one knows what a poem is
They used to be structured, meter and rhyme
But that was long ago, at the edge of time
iT becaMe aLl the rAGE to altEr capItaLizatiOn
ee cummings was, like, total fascination
Then there was Allen Ginsberg with his primal screams
Jarring poesy from the realm of sweet dreams
Today there are all sorts of bizarre inventions
one-letter poems, thoughts in other dimensions
But as for me, when penillion* and versification are done
I prefer couplets like this, that are mostly good fun
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*(traditional) Welsh poetry
October 07, 2020
A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
Wide World of Sports televises a political assassination
from San Marcos, a tiny Latin American nation.
When the president dies, a dictator comes into position.
He takes complete control, and wants to subdue opposition.
Introducing Fielding Mellish: a product tester from New York.
This guy is sex-starved, and a completely nerdish dork.
Along comes a political activist who catches his fancy.
Wanting Fielding to sign her petition, her name is Nancy.
Mellish falls in love, and a relationship ensues.
Nancy changes her plans, and poor Fielding will lose.
Mellish decides to travel to that Latin American country.
There will be so many ridiculous situations we will see.
Are you curious to learn how this story will turn out?
Watch the video. You will find it entertaining without a doubt.
Based on the 1971 film "Bananas" starring Woody Allen
To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments
I spent during my childhood
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest
Almost every day.
The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.
Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child & Youngman I had enjoyed
About forty years back.
In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.
That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back
I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a
Little distance now instead of touching the forest
As it uses to be about forty Years back.
Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building
Did the belt? Get its way?
Wearing the pants of those who earn, just enough pay
Commander should want to know
Since dropping programs is a no go
Stated from an image that used to be a spear
Controlling those inner circle cheers
Enjoying a Miller Busch beer
Once again red skin sometimes burned
Trying to learn
How to use the tanning bed
Playing with the voter's head
Mailing it in, using Fed Ex
Many gave RFK Stadium, a gut check
Finding much decay
Washington could not play
And with the colts gone
Northern harbor city needed a new dawn
The Raven chapter was written
Poe ghost was smitten
This idea is most fitten
Author spirit did concur
Wanting the haunting message to be heard
About this dirty bird
Who could make a stir
When the powers that be
Have a late luncheon tea
To discuss a reason
Why both should not have a successful season
Since two hundred fifty years ago
There were numerous Poes
Who were just average Joes
Challenging the King
And his crowning aristocratic bling
Until blood was shed
And people were dead
Tonight
When DC and Baltimore stage this fight
Remember poems can spin a tale
That could catch the rhythmic sail
And become an anthem
Of one poetic phantom
Named Poe
Who you all know?
Since he took things to the grave
Being brave
Speaking his mind
Only making a few dimes
Unlike the Washington Times
Who love the moon
And its galactic enchanting swoon
Where the wolf's howl
When the commander's scowl
Turning men into beasts
Making them tackle in peace
Not allowing anyone to die
Due to a miscommunication lie
Which could result in lives saying goodbye
Lets play this football game
And remember the name
Who passed in shame
Drunk
As a skunk
And should be warning to the rookie sleeping in the top bunk
It is not nice to hurl
On the first ladies pearls
You are not getting any referral
Earl
Instead, a yellow flag
Replacing a body bag
And upon another review
That is honestly pretty cool
As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy,
As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the street of nostalgia,
I am reminded of Saints gone home and good souls on their penitent journey,
Zora Neale Hurston, Langston Hughes, Countee Cullen, Paul Robeson and the poets of my past,
Hendrix, Morrison, Michael, Louis Armstong and the Sounds of my testimony,
Prince and Wynton Marsalis, Miles Davis, Amadeus, Earth, Wind, and Fire,
Saints living, saints dead, souls vibrant, souls sad in the darkness of regret,
We are a glorious symphony on this, this all Hallows Eve,
The eve of that day when I celebrate the muses of my sacrifice and the foundations of my epiphanies,
“Halloween is here” my youngest daughter exclaims and I am reminded of many a night spent scavenging for sweet things and expectant laughter,
Tragic kings like Edgar Allen and Charlie Parker, souls with so much pregnant genius that the world was too much for them,
It is our celebration dear friends that will move the mountains of discontent,
And so in this season of harvest, carpe diem calls me to absorb as much love as I can as the sun sets on purple leaves and gorgeous corn stalks,
And in mother Africa, the ancestors dance like their Celtic sisters who fused the worship of our Lord and the glory of mother Gaia,
And in mother Africa the land recovers from the grief stricken sting of rape,
And in mother Africa my sisters and brothers celebrate the saints gone forward into that great mystery,
Tecumseh and Black Elk I celebrate the brilliance of your aptitude,
And I cry with you in triumph for the resurrection of a people forsaken but not defeated,
Come Glory,
On this All Hallows Eve, I celebrate the beauty of a journey full of confusion and catharsis,
For the reality is that we truly cannot fail,
As our cloud of witnesses sing to me of the victory that awaits,
Tonight, adorned with the fashion of merriment,
And the subtle chill of October wind reds our lips,
Come Glory and Glory be to the faithful departed,
Happy Halloween!
~Sonnet: Edgar Allen Poe
Today in history, great day you see
Not only we are celebrating MLK day,
But long ago, in a day like today;
Great poet Edgar A.Poe was born too
On a winter day to this world he came,
Both of his parents were actors,died young;
Born in Boston, great writer; poet b'came
Resided in England till few years sprung
Attended university back home 'gain,
For only a year he did it they claim;
Edgar's drinking, gambling, has seized his brain,
Back in Boston his first book, brought him fame.
His fame as great author, poet, spread wide,
In Baltimore,Edgar Allen Poe, died.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.28.2015
Author Notes:
The "MLK" stands for Dr. Martin Luther King's day.
P S its POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 16
Paul Callus 40, 53, 93
Paul Gardner 384
Paul H. Schneiter 137, 201, 319
Paula Goldsmith 148
Paulette Calasibetta 175, 227, 238
Perrin Peacock 401
Peter Dome 432
Peter Paul Valletta 309, 78
Peter Rees 178, 336, 411
Peter W. Iversen 252
Peter Walsh 262, 450
Phyllis Woods 152
Pramod Rastogi 366, 450
Pratik Premraj Bhala 305
R Manoj Kumar 174
Ralph James Inman, Jr 63, 98, 130
Raluca Ratiu 233
Rashi Soni 288
Rasitha Ranasinghe 244
Regina M. Elliott 301
Regina McIntosh 108, 129
Rex Allen Holiday 231
Rhona McFerran 19
Richard A Martin Jr 126
Richard Allen Jordan 270, 32
Richard Breese 97
Richard Carl Evans 164, 335, 420
Richard David Seal 181, 223, 351
Richard Robinson 116, 133, 16
Rick Keeble 112, 165, 62
Rita A. Simmonds 157
MY CANCER JOURNEY
(so far)
Cancer comes and disappears
2 years pass, it reappears
More tests done confirm our fears
Cancer raised it's ugly head
A diagnosis we truly dread
Hormone therapy and radiation
Hopefully aimed at right location
Many trips to Allen Blair
3 more years and all seems fair
Then rising PSA we dread
Cancer raised it's ugly head
More appointments and more tests
Seems this cancer never rests
Cancer now has spread to bones
Drugs and therapy we hope postpones
The spread of this ugly plight
I don't have time, hold the phone
More shots to delete testosterone
And now I'm on abiraterone
And also add in prednisone
And what comes next remains unknown
My life is in God's hands, I pray
Regardless what oncologists say
I am so thankful for this day
I pray that God will let me stay
On earth for a bit more time
(I kinda like it here)
AMEN
“Let’s be naughty and save Santa the trip.”
Gary Allen
I could be a good girl but that’s no fun
I’ll be Bonnie to your Clyde minus the gun
We’re going on a ride with the top down
The convertible or my shirt, with no frown
I’ll eat fudge and worry not about weight
Enjoying you too as much as cheese cake
It’s too cold to skinny dip in the lake
But we can enjoy the jacuzzi and celebrate
Maybe I will even break fashion rules
No panties no bra with costume jewels
And you will wear dark shades so cool
We will sing loudly to music like fools
We may not break the law per say
But we will bum rush the parade
Dancing and prancing on the stage
Enjoying the shock on Santa’s face