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Ringer Poems - Poems about Ringer


Quasi-Quasimodo
Searching the smoking ruins of Notre-Dame cathedral, on the Paris Île de la Cité, one of the finest examples medieval of French Gothic architecture, with flying buttresses, a rib vault, immense bells, enormous colourful rose windows all of which went through hell during the fearful fire of 2019, and it was seen he'd been through the wringer when looking for Quasimodo they found a dead ringer ...

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Categories: ringer, fire, fun, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Slow To Replenish
is that a jackaroo or a jillaroo? I am annoyed, preferring to be called ringer. have spent the day with a green one. decide to escape, take a walk by the sea. broncoing has worn me out. 1080 irritates me. I finally revitalize, feeling replenished. thanks to the glorious sky....

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Categories: ringer, farm,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Tiger Davis Queensland Ringer
There was a Ringer in the Basalt, Tiger Davis was his name As an acrobatic stockman, he was gifted with some fame On the station quite a hero, but a maniac in town He didn't win too many, but a fighter of renown In the Pub he'd get a skinful, then look around the bar While anyone would do him,...

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Categories: ringer, career,
Form: Ballad
The Bell Ringer
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 between Me and destiny As I piece together my broken mind In hopes to find My friend in time I come to find The fault...

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Categories: ringer, anger, anxiety, conflict, evil,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Bell Ringer
“You can ring my bell, ring my bell, you can ring my bell” Anita Ward He rings my bell so well that he is like an artist at his craft because he pushes all my buttons, but in a way sublime. Oh, how he makes me tingle from head to toe. June 29, 2021 for John Anderson's Ring My Bell Poetry Contest Someone has told me that...

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Categories: ringer, passion,
Form: Free verse



Ringer Washer
Washing clothes a long days job as the new wash machine mom had was too good to be used a Maytag ringer in the basement was the clue Hot water fills the larger washer as it went round and round pulling out the clothes, piece by piece gentle and carefully into the ringer as it sqeezed the water out into a...

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Categories: ringer, farm, home, work,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Ringer and the Cleanskin
The True Story A Poem of the time, when as a 16 year old young fellow, and fresh from Blighty I spent 7 years as a Ringer in North Queensland, Australia. A Ringer is the Queensland name for a Stockman or as in the US a Cowboy. In Australia a Cowboy is usually a retired Ringer,...

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Categories: ringer, nature,
Form: Ballad
Premium Member A Dead-Ringer Pure Sex Too
Buxom blonde, eyelashes long Cabaret singer Belting out a bawdy song She’s a dead ringer Pure sex too For 50’s lounge singer Sensual boobs, wig so thick My most calm boy Made up in drag, an easy trick Full of easy joy, So whoop-dee-doo And ships ahoy! Surprising he, Someone says “you look rather whorish”, Delighting me I hate to be peevish or boorish, But this is drag life in a...

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Categories: ringer, fun, funny, hilarious, humor,
Form: Terza Rima
A Ringer and Hum Dinger
Wonder if Trump ever read Mein Heir before. She sure had been a hum dinger, So we named her Caren Krutsinger Have no fear; A darling dear; Destroyed my poem through a ringer. My Horn's are originally from Rothenburg ob der Tauber....

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Categories: ringer, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Dead Ringer of a Folk Singer, Humdinger of a Gunslinger
Fairly Squarely Rarely Barely Shot from the hip fairly, squarely true Loaded clip but, rarely, barely drew 1-19-2018...

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Categories: ringer, cool, hero, imagery, simple,
Form: Tyburn
Premium Member The Ringer
The Ringer Curtis Johnson I was just a little lad, but I remember it well. I’d be hard pressed to show you, but I can surely tell. Before the electric as well as automatic washing machine, there was the scrub board, the hands, and elbow power. The electric had a ringer, and occasionally, the clothing would get entangled in the ringer....

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Categories: ringer, family, history, home, mother,
Form: Couplet
The Ringer
What if age was determined By the amount of life experiences you had Would you be an old timer, seasoned Or a young naïve lad? Would you change the way you lived Or would you be satisfied? Would changes to your life be massive, Or would you seek a priest to confide? I wonder why we don't live more Not knowing when the curtain...

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Categories: ringer, faith, fear, inspirational, introspection,
Form: I do not know?

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