Gazing up, with head spinning
Blown through, euphoric
Brings what to the mind again
As does 'ring a bell'?
Whilst through each sensation, awe's
Feeling, that's divine
True self to true home responds
Needless for to tell.
There is a mad phenomenon
that stalks sick sad modern zest
Seek an external remedy
to remove a chronic pest
The body is a miracle
when given what it needs
But first you must remove the cause
upon which it feeds
Hey Guru mister Guru
won't you come and help me through
What you really must realise
is that the Guru is you
Prescription for the doctors
that well may preserve your life
The doctor of sunshine and also fresh air
In such abundance on this planet
these supplements are rife
The doctor of restful sleep and daily exercise
are you alerted, does it ring a bell
Adhering to these principals
will surely make you well
The doctor of non poisoned food
and clean water too
With this scope of daily living
your vitality will enlarge
No need for appointments
all provided free of charge
If you wish to commence healing
this is what to do
What you must realise
that the Guru is you
There is a transformation taking place
where the human condition is now lacking
In complete understanding we hunger
and thirst for righteousness to take proper shape
these words internally ring a bell
Why are you persecuting me
knowing the difference between wise and foolish
between hot and cold opinionated reactions
those responding with hate attack love
They try to delete truth replacing it with lies
forgiveness has infinite wisdom and mercy
to double cross the victims courage
Injustice has buried something greater
the voices of the innocent will never be silenced
If we can say what we can feel,
The mind will shine; the heart will heal.
We meet by chance or so we feel.
There is no chance, there is no deal.
It is an act of God for real.
It was no chance I met him there.
We smiled and talked as we would care.
He dropped a hint I soon embraced.
It was a spark I picked in haste,
It came in time to ring a bell,
And speak of tales so few can tell,
When things remain the same for long,
Some come and say where we belong.
It's not in vain when they show up.
It sends a spark we should get up.
23/11/2025
"The majority of my
friends are dead,"
she said
while retracing the steps
of her life
No need to return
to the Heights'
depression~ recession
~regression
New faces in
old places with last
names that ring a bell
facial features similar
but can't really tell.
"I ain't left a damn thing
in the Heights, except
memories. . . that live
longer than friends."
There is a transformation taking place
where the human condition is now lacking
In complete understanding we hunger
and thirst for righteousness to take proper shape
these words internally ring a bell
Why are you persecuting me
knowing the difference between wise and foolish
between hot and cold opinionated reactions
those responding with hate attack love
They try to delete truth replacing it with lies
forgiveness has infinite wisdom and mercy
To double cross the victims courage
injustice has buried something greater
the voices of the innocent will never be silenced
What's my name, who am I, what's my name/
My true name sounds something like Malfaeus/
Ring a bell, are you scared, you know me now/
I am the most feared in the world/
I am more feared than the Devil/
Even the Devil trembles with fear/
A fear like no fear/
Malfaeus, my name sounds something like that/
What am I, why am I the most feared in history/
My name strikes the darkest fear ever known/
I'm the one that gets them to confess/
The one that turns them into Christians/
I span the world, I'm supernatural/
I'm not human, I'm legendary,
My true name strikes the fear of all fear/
Sounds science fiction but I am real/
This time of the year again
She has gone shopping for gifts to give the young
she would not take me along, knows I would be grumpy
and sarcastic and impatient.
I sat on the plaza with a glass of Chianti, not because I like this wine but because it is the only Italian name I could think of,
A mist of people around me, a crescendo of voices
talking about about a topic they agreed upon, Noel
I unfold the paper “Stalemate in Gaza.”
It does not ring a bell for the consumers, in the thrall of the glittering street decoration, fake snow, and humbug
We have been invited to a restaurant so grand waiters
dress like diplomats, call out your name when entering
Our esteemed Senor Hansen from Sweden at table number 12. What! I am not Swedish but never mind
I will get revenge when asking for Alentejo Red Wine
When we come back to the Algarve, it can be cold
in January, a man will come from the upland with a truck
of firewood, ready cut and dry.
The only sound we will hear during the festivities are
are the bleating of the lamb
Poetry is a verbal engagement, that tells a story in a rhythmic arrangement
Poetry is a form of linguistical art, that evokes your sentiments right from the start
The beauty of a poem lies in its meanings and the true emotions that the poet is feeling
Some poems when read may sound to you dull, but to many others they do ring a bell
Our tastes may differ from one to another, but a good solid poem can bring us together
For every poet has a different style, the clever one will stand out from a mile
Saleh Ben Saleh
He takes another labored, raspy breath;
there’s spittle in the corner of his mouth.
The veil between this life and certain death
is stretched transparent like a piece of gauze.
His semiconscious mind would seem adrift,
inspects the gossamer for tiny flaws.
The voices from behind him ring a bell,
and yet he knows the path is up ahead.
A break among the trees reveals a dell;
he grins, leans in, and takes his final breath.
—————
for the B Forms and Words Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
checked with HowManySyllables.com
written on 03/04/23
talk too long
they ring a bell
dog goes insane
we are born
some of our lifes or torn
life can be hell
it can also ring a bell
or show and tell
its up to you
to turn things around too
to be black some say it sad
mabe turn bad or go mad
to be white mabe its a better light
and try to do right
you have time.
YOUR CHOICE
BE BLACK OR WHITE.
Why my mind flies in the blue skies?
Why is what wroth warden wonders. Yet
I stand handcuffed in a block of ice
By the hands of time: my eternal threat.
I am a fish inside a net; like a fly that toils
In the black grunting belly of a web.
Even an odd blade of leaning grass can cut
A web by threads;
flickering red flames can save, save a heart
that profusely hurts.
I fear not the chains and the concrete walls
I fear not death nor the Grim Reaper’s calls
I fear the man I have been and built
I fear, like Oedipus; my fate is sealed.
Six feet deep below my cold skin,
I lie truly deep with things unseen
The alarming bangs of locks are key,
But they don’t ring a bell.
All walls fall; as bold as they may be.
I evaded the wards of hell
But even Harry Houdini couldn’t escape himself
So I stand stacked against my locked mental shelf,
So go ahead, do what you do best
Disappear without reason, leave me holding onto blind faith
I guess we're forever stuck in liminal space
I still wish you nothing but the best
For we had our fun, picking cherries in the night
and cutting corners through hellfire
I wouldn't have it any other way
So much fun, putting names to faces
8 different names to ring a bell through the pages
I really, really wish you chose to stay
Early morning, Central Park
And captured on his phone,
My husband saw a turtle,
On the pathway, all alone.
Its shell had lovely markings
But what made the scene unique
Was a bunch of sparrows, following
And chirping, beak to beak.
It seemed the birds were curious
About this moving shell,
An unfamiliar presence
Which just didn’t ring a bell.
The turtle crawled, the sparrows chirped,
A little morning spark
To start another summer day
In New York’s Central Park.
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