Long Bell ringer Poems

A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed...

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Under the heavy and ash-gray wing of the evening,
In the melancholic waltz of memories awakened in rains,
Through the night stretching its hand like an old bell-ringer,
Ringing the bell of departure and appearing desolate in the...

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The Hawaiian church, our Hawaiian church that made our village alive,
   There's Uncle Bill, still saying his spiel, and he's just a little fella,
   He's our bell ringer and choir singer...

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A gloomy morning is arising,
the monotonous rain of December
makes soothing, relaxing sounds
for those soundly sleeping.

This unexpected rainy day
causes a cozy feeling,
and pelting on rooftops
it creates new dreams
for anyone awaiting spring.

Why are the red-breasted meadowlarks absent?
It's...

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In His Heart


I can see it in your eyes,
feel it beating in your heart.
Where does it end and start,
the heavy sighs and reasoning.

They fill the Holiday seasoning
with silver bells, drink, food, and merry.
People who would...

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A shiny forest of an armpit
By Ninety-Five percent a cesspit;
A quick verifying touch of this
By Ridiculed Christopher Elvis
Also brandishing a moist pelvis,
For long months now excused by Doris 
His Understanding, Hopeful Girlfriend 
But clearly seeking...

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IS IT REALLY A RACE IF THE RACE HAS NO START?

I am a singer who cannot sing
I am a bell ringer whose bell cannot ring
I wanted to fling but forgot to fling
I am a nobody...

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An enduringly charming singer, 
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger. 

Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of...

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This is my life
he gave it to me 
this is my fight 
So leave me be 
It's time to take 
Back the taken
No longer do I feel the need
To let the rage inforged in me
Stand...

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for Neil on his birthday

is where we begin our quest,
seeking enlightenment, 
four revelers on a merry ferry 
ride, windows down to a watery 
wind, cold in winter, gentle in 
July on this occasion of a...

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