Short Chime In Poems
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January Two Perspectives
From his park bench bed
He hears bells chime in New Year.
Quiet desperation.
From her pavement tent
She peeps. Harrods is open!
January sales!
Clap to jingle bell rock
Chime in with silent night
Croon to a white Christmas
Children can sing along
Can you feel the magic
Chorus of let it snow!
Christmas songs to enjoy!
Heard Trump Chime In
Trump is probably past his prime
When climbing did fall off a dime
What once used to be ready made
No longer around can he parade
In again we have heard him chime.
Jim Horn
Come oh dear!
Chill has cheer
chime in here
Santa sings
joy he brings
kids all cling
to get gifts
Xmas lifts
our spirits
8-Dec-2018
Charlieku 3-3-3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Twits
Hanging
Inverted, dumb
listen in, ease dropping.
Chime in with rude chirps when prompted
With presumed relevant authority
Unwelcome interruption peals
Clangers
Rung
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5 June 2017
Prime a good time
Time that words chime
Chime in sound rhymes
Ply your sweet wine
Wine that spreads lines
Lines that feel fine
Plot to be wise
Wise in calm spice
Spice more surprise
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2014
Singapore
I hear your voice when the breeze blows
My wind chimes ring out the song
That stirs my heart, for my heart knows
Of whom and for whom it longs
Our frequencies match perfectly
In sync is our melody
Two as one in unison
The song of you and me
Quatrain #622:
PLAY
Prize then your time right now and here:
Live that still rhyme as play moves cheer,
Ask love to chime in stillness true;
Yes poise can mime both far and near.
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Leon Enriquez
05 February 2017
Singapore
Evening bells chime in the steeple
Merry villagers doff their workday masks
Like schoolchildren, not yet grown-up people
Untethered from their joyless tasks
One's a druggist; another a clerk
All count the minutes 'til five
Matters not where they work
The hour of freedom's arrived
Appreciated morning time friend.
Despised morning time enemy.
Always knowing when to chime in.
Never knowing when to shut up.
Piercing the calm.
Then teasing peace, but only for a short while.
Liking to hear itself speak.
Can't hear myself think.
Alarm clock....
Oh, dreaded alarm clock.
The giant blue and green dragonfly,
with its broken wing,
tries madly to escape
its silver cage.
The poor old thing doesn't belie
escape from its sturdy ring
is an impossible reshape
of its once golden age.
I turn away with a sigh,
realizing with a sharp sting,
that I, too, am caught in a dreamscape
of impotent rage.
Image: Chetta Achara
Drenched in the rain, she walks up the hill
Pot in her hand, feet marching towards the well
Day or night, candles flicker where she dwells
Her other half drinks in absurdity
Throats parched, kids study in obscurity
On topic “Unity in Diversity”
She feeds the stomachs, lay them to sleep
Bells chime in Temple, she goes to sweep
Devotees swarm in, their pockets are deep
Oh how lovely are the flowers songs;
Roses singing soprano while tulips belt out baritone notes; chiming songs is their greatest joy.
Bluebells and daisies chime in tenor as,
day lilies and buttercups provide verse in alto.
Now that you know what they do with their time,
listen with ear and heart. You’ll hear them;
it’s similar to angels singing.
Clear crystals eat iron voices.
The wind dies; its bones rattle on.
A stealing wind moves many loose tongues, but where?
"Where' is not the question but a movement,
a rapport pealing from somewhere.
When wind is silent, wind chimes listen.
Speech goes deaf when the wind rings.
A snow laden sky sings under our feet.
Icicles chime in the sunlight.
Tinkling is the light.
trees
blooming
varied thrush
whistle flutelike
chime in the shadow
daisy-rise sigh
rose come up.
you're late
burst
moon
grace us
with spring gift
and silver touch
on warm river's nights
spring awake us
from winter
send bird
songs
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written: February 19, 2022
Springtime Ninette Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
It was a day when my river met
your waterfall, it’s been good
like new year’s eve
one moment after.
There are whole unearthed days,
days legendary for their reincarnated
ghost of a chance.
Some are still rehearsing their
‘what ifs’
and other misplaced wishes.
It was a day when your life
changed to mine.
Sometimes I forget myself,
but you are my day & tomorrow clock.
You chime in my heart.
Ghostly shapes
Through misted trees
Chime in timed precision
With shiny keys
Keys pulled from my heart
When you left me on my knees
And staring through the bottom
Of this bottle of wine
I can see in the dark sky
A bright moon shine
And at three AM
Everything starts to look fine
In this hazy morn
A light will soon appear
And this misty orchestra
That has brought fear
Will leave me sober
And without a tear
In the LIGHT, I FIGHT to find my clear SIGHT,
With echoes of TIME that CHIME in my HEART,
Each moment's a GIFT, a spark that feels RIGHT.
Through SHADOWS, I TREAD, where doubts may SPREAD,
Yet hope's gentle WHISPER will never DEPART,
As dreams UNNFOLD, chasing bright paths I READ.
In the DANCE, I PRANCE, embracing the SPHERE,
A purpose that CALLS, within me it PLAYS,
To share my SOUL, I'm WHOLE, this is why I'm HERE.
IMPOSITION OF PAIN
you come calling
banging on my bangs
at the midnight hour
cupping my countenance
roughly in your hands
scraping more suffering
haranguing harder and harder
my head harasses the pillow
with an eternal tick tock
you shower me with increasing pressure
taunt me with moments of despair
kick it up a notch
chime in my rhyme
i grimace at your gangrenous grin
orange hues open my eyes
sky’s skewed
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
The battle in blood and fire
Emotional fireworks everywhere
Bewitched by poetic lyre
Where both meet in one embrace
No prejudice, no colour, no race
No wasting time on futile dare
Sober or drunk in lover’s wine
The most powerful of all time
Where both love and hate entwine
No matter whom you are or where you’ve been
No matter what you endured or what you’ve seen
Morning bells will chime in rhyme
1ST PLACE in Mid May Contest
Sponsor: Brian Srand
Nature gives all a fresh start
The wind speaks through whistles
Spring has revisited since winter concluded
Birds chime in, with feathers of sapphire
The wind speaks through whistles
Buds of all sorts visible on steadfast trees
Birds chime in, with feathers of sapphire
Life in every form has blossomed
Buds of all sorts visible on the steadfast trees
Spring has revisited since winter concluded
Life in every form has blossomed
Nature gives all a fresh start
His destiny concrete
Mystic tranquility a stillness of the night's
Tranquil moon.
Heaven's nature casts
A spell in June.
Solitude amuses a Vacant lot.
a lone pauper sings
Tones of grievous moans.
Forget me not forget me not
The solo croons
The tunes float on the lonesome
Moonlight stabbing at the heart
Of the ashy night
The empty glow testing each
Mournful note
Steady and slow rhythm
Line by line
Rhyme and rhyme
Chime in kind
Moon and shine
Hurl a fine whirl
Swirl in a twirl
Kind feel shapes mind
Find a clear sign
Grief can be brief
Sift what you lift
Start with pure heart
Art comes in parts
See how to be
Free as a tree
Know that warm glow
Flow in sure show
Then know just when
Brand follows trend
Mime in good time
Chime in fond rhyme
Grade in sure trade
Made things must fade
Gall comes to call
All in time fall
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2014
Singapore
Grown men in fuzzy hats riding three-wheeled bikes
Try to envision oldster type males on oversized trikes.
One was a walrus, you cannot fool me at all, said the Prez
And on his head, of course, he wore the fuzzy red Fez.
We are the Rhiners, the diners, the cool cats, the best!
Their chanting was soon followed up by everyone, such a test.
Except if you did not belong, you had better not try to chime in.
For they would throw snowballs at your head, and at least hit your chin.
Then, while we sing & dance,
Dancing towards new hills –
Those unknown & uncertain lofty hills,
Priding themselves in the heights of mountains!
Yes, while our hearts in extravagant beats
Of wild hopes & ambitions fair;
May we rhythm the farewell notes
Booming from sacred silent cannons –
Those fair echoes of ancestors
Thought in doom to dwell
Tho’ in eternal sweetness be!
O, kins! let us shine
Like some refined gold in brightness
Tho’s our era chime in glorified forlorn!