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I think I’ve a cycle
a monthly mindful
when I will write more
mind will rhyme pour
with ease and a flex
I see readied text
a pick and or mix
choice with index
pen down at pace
ideas not too waste
on my hand my face
capture to place
and given within
is rhythm too win
tight writes begin
like church bells ring
and I really go
fly smooth with flow
overthinking loads
then damaging rows
long winded
loose hinges
from great rhyme fringe
to cringington cringes
however one poem will prevail
do well
and I’ll buzz and I’ll rush
forgetting rubbish writes of sludge
seek a new write
a rhyme alike
set too the standard
but my mind now hampered
nothing happens
complete silence
I can’t see or sense words
the brain of a bird
rhythm wants to occur
but just goes nurr burr turr
I have a time of the month for rhyming
when I tampax it and catch a flow for writing
the seeds bringing to life rhyme
bleeding pen strings pictures your mind
Silent voices
Acid in eyes
Silence
Raped by suitor
Silence
Burned with kerosene
Silence
No books for women
Silence
Beating wives
Silence
No education for women
Silence
Woman must wear masks
Silence
Women must obey
Silence
Women used and abused
Silence
Honor Killings
Silence
Stoning women for a mans crime?
Silence
Murder for two hearts loving
Silence
A child screams as church bells ring
Silence
Barrel bombs fall like laughing monkeys
On children both small and tall
Silence
Israel treating the wounded of Arab crimes
Silence
I ask you?
Are you a silent one?
Her Wedding Day
The spiral staircase made her high heels sing,
while from afar, she heard the church bells ring.
Today, they'd pledge their marriage vows so true;
before their friends and kinfolk, say I do.
She reached the terrace off of the third floor;
their chosen chapel, there behind the door.
Alone, she viewed the beauty of the day
and took a moment to thank God and pray.
From here, the City churches pierced the mist;
tall steeples now, below the clouds, sun-kissed.
With a deep breath, she turned to enter now
the place where she and her true love would vow...
He was not there...her heart began to pound!
The seats were filled...to terrace, she turned 'round.
Below, she saw him leave the front door there...
he closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square.
May 11, 2018
Contest: One Nine and Sixteen Upgrade Version
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
Required Lines To Use:
Line one: 'The spiral staircase made her high heels sing'
Line nine: 'From here the City churches pierced the mist'
Line sixteen: 'He closed it, and, now smiling, crossed the square'
The cool crisp air where cirrus sweeps
like strands of angel hair flow deep,
in the heavens where faith resides
on this Christmastide.
As the light of day grows dim
and carolers sing familiar hymns,
scarved red and green, side by side
on this Christmastide.
In the night the bright bulbs glow,
lane by lane, row on row,
while the fire warms those inside
on this Christmastide.
At worship faithful praise and sing,
around the village church bells ring;
within this love we will abide,
on this Christmastide.
In silent night while children sleep,
mothers kneel and softly weep,
praying for a peace worldwide
on this Christmastide.
Out in the fields, no city lights
among the stars there in the night,
the brightest hope on high presides
on this Christmastide
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
As celebrating the birth of almighty sacred church bells ring
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Halls of happiness aptly display, glittering décor of golden inlay
Where in rhythms of pious hymns carolers gaily dance and sing
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Around tree’s ornamental arrays children sway, pry, and play
While echoing from heartbeats of glory pulses of prayers ding
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Moonlit stars scintillate glaze of silent night’s cheerful-- yay!
Streaming themes of angelic euphony, praising heavenly king
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Boughs of green holly, donning red berries, venerate holy day
Conferring glee in blessings of divinity, as spiritual rhythms swing
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
Invoking eternity in wreaths of flowers devotees earnestly pray
As faithful cling to missives of peace the beloved angels bring
Joy of Christmas tolls hooray, buoying elation of Santa’s sleigh
Reverberating in melodic music ~ chiming, jingling merry way
December 26, 2020
Poem of the day on December 27, 2020
Placed 1st: Deck the halls poetry contest by Joseph May
I
One more my friend, one more
ice cold beer golden filled,
till I alone face my mortal end
by death’s emissary killed.
Where haunts a ghost of mine
whom I once much owed...
one more my friend, one more,
just one more for the road
II
One more my friend, one more
boding self-evident truth,
but fear not a day of reckoning
nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore,
alas both have sins to bear…
one more my friend, one more
fork in a road to nowhere
III
One more my friend, one more
lost courage for me to find,
to forgive a troubled weary soul
and rest with peace of mind.
Let church bells ring for brides
and infants in holy baptism...
one more my friend, one more
old demon for my exorcism
IV
One more my friend, drink up
and seek a blessing now,
seek a true salvation and pray
that you find it somehow.
And if I pass before my time
among the grateful dead…
drink up old friend, drink up
and live long in my stead!
Written: December 1996
I walked by the light pink tulip
thinking about life and friendship
When I heard all the songs around,
The chorus of bird's pleasant sound
There's something with the start of Spring
Beginnings and prayers, church bells ring
A chance to do things in new ways,
from lessons learned, unfolding days
Life is like a book of its own
with memories of places flown
Broken trust like a winter branch
Now healing from each avalanche
Refreshing, warm, and beautiful
Songs that lift the heart and fulfill
I learned to look at the moment
Pay attention to the time I spent
Spring time songs, a gift to behold
Gratitude blooms, never gets old
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
*8 Syllables
(C)opyright
Hark, listen to the church bells ring
In welcome to our newborn King
Sing in praise for the Holy babe
It was for us our Saviour came.
As never before - kneel and pray
For peace on earth this Christmas Day
Come back joyous days of yore
When hearts of gold came to the fore.
Choirs accompanied by brass bands
Sang out to crowds who'd stop and stand
In weather cold beyond reason
Celebrating Yuletide season.
Friends and neighbours often stopped by
For festive cheer and a mince pie
Folk selflessly shared what they had
No one went hungry, hearts were glad.
Children were content to accept
A stocking hung on the bedstead
An apple, orange, a few nuts
If they had behaved well enough.
Token gifts were given with grace
On the day the world celebrates
God's only son, His precious gift
Wrapped up in love and fellowship.
Christmas 2020
Ah! To be buried in an old English churchyard
With the dark green ivy and wild roses
Where the sweet nostalgic aromas hill the air
And the church bells ring their clear tolls
My soul with the LORD in heavenly glory
While my aged weary body rests
Under the soil of my ancestors in England or Wales-
Sweet peace with trees and birds in their nests
I would like a little bench under a willow
For those who wish to stop for a visit
Perhaps, a kind word or amusing thought
Every four or five years would benefit.
I'd like a pretty gravestone - not too tall
Simple elegance - my life portraying-
Complete with maiden name and husband's name
Birth date, death date and a few words saying
I came; I lived; I loved; I parted
That I was kind, fair, honest in word
And I cared; yes, that I cared - Listen to the bells!
Glory is absolutely exquisite with my LORD
Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Note: "The original hymn text was written as a "Hymn for Christmas-Day" by Charles Wesley, included in the 1739 John Wesley collection Hymns and Sacred Poems writing, (song) HARK how all the Welkin rings "Glory to the Kings of Kings, "Peace on Earth, and Mercy mild, "GOD and Sinners reconcil'd!. Wesley's original hymn began with the opening line "Hark how all the Welkin rings." This was changed to the familiar "Hark! the Herald Angels sing" by George Whitefield in his 1754 Collection of hymns for social worship." (I chose "Hark The Herald Angels Sing," because it is one of my favorite Christmas songs.)
Truly a king was born, on this cold Christmas morning, in years to come many will mourn. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
To the birth of a new king, let's celebrate each day, can you hear the church bells ring. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
This story has been told, over the many many years, it is worth its weight in gold. Hark The Herald Angels Sing!
Date Written 7/27/2020 In honor of John Wesley Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
1 Place STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18), any form, any theme Contest Judged: 8/7/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand