Short Pealing Poems
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Ring a ding the ice cream truck is pealing
the monotone of a rut day to trap the rat
no amount of cheese will make me budge
the beauty of a flight to orbit the universe.
I hear the chimes pealing from the steeple high
Glorious sounds of hymns hovering over all ~~
Like sweet voices of angels their message nigh
From ages past a clear and certain clarion call.
written November 29, 2021
I'm crawling on the glass ground
pealing for you to stop
I cry stop your hurting me
but you hit harder
you grab harder
half an hour passed
I'm drownding in my crimson pool
your swimming in tears
held up inside
screaming to be set free
free me from this burden you ask
free me
free me
free me!
Moral confection
is like facial complexion
that changes
with exposure to weather
like it or not
we are our elements
sweetly pimpled
when saturated
dried and cracked
and pealing
for deprived of
right feeling
and creams and lotions
are only physical motions
getting us spiritually nowhere
Echoed pealing of far-off bells
chases thoughts that swirl somewhere else,
each mile,
worthwhile,
thirst is slaked at forbidden wells.
When velvet robins dive at night,
to herald new spring’s lit premiere
a chorus drools upon the lake;
enchanting waves to bounce along
and near a harbor, jasmines twirl
from lively notes of birds' refrain...
music pealing for spring's debut!
Jesse Rowe's One Stanza Contest
Sound
breaches inner silence
of beating heart and tympanic ear
to be lost briefly in universal rhythm
of time's reverberating chord
resonating noisy earth and sonic sky
pealing our name out loud
tolling we are ready
the knell of loud then quiet
die.
for Vermillion Scythe's contest of Word Vision.
12/18/18
Can you hear the pealing of the bells?
Ringing amidst some incense smells.
A golden dawn is breaking in,
It's time for prayer, not making sin.
A tryst with God is what you've made,
To protect you,from all things bade.
~Princefreakasso
(Artist and Poet)
Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.
Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.
Factory hooters' blowing
Moring cocks' a crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Food home delivery a-bringing.
So heavy are the words of pealing thunder,
But soft, the language of whistling winds.
So heavy is the voice of fierce storm,
But clear, the language of a trickling stream.
So heavy is my heart, ravaged and riven,
But soft, your hand in mine.
So heavy is my mind, hazy and uncertain,
But soft is my sunshine, my love, my world.
So heavy, but soft.
So heavy, but soft.
Shop bells tinkling from eight 'til late
queuing customers having to wait;
Thursday,closing at noon
opportunity to court and spoon.
Collection boxes built into walls,
gossiping ladies in their shawls;
Bells pealing on the hour,
drays pulled by one horse power.
Factory hooters' blowing
Morning cockrels' crowing;
Cycle bells a-ringing,
Provisions from vans' a-bringing.
Castaway as an old toy
Broken with rusting parts
Paint pealing wood showing
Thrown away like trash
Pickup and repaired
New paint rust removed
I am no longer blue
Given to a new soul
White heart brand new
Like Christmas morning
Eyes bright and shinning
Smiles lighting up the room
Unwrapped bow removed
Playing all day with you
Gently placed upon bed
Still thinking of you
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.
I kissed the rain
as it fell upon my lips
it tasted pure and sweet
drops of heavenly tears
I stretched my arms wide
in a welcoming embrace
drowning myself in the moment
lost in the sweetness of the kiss
I danced with the rain
as it wrapped me tenderly
washing me all over
taking my sadness away
I laughed with the rain
my voice was lost in the wind
as my pealing laughter merged
with the sound of the pouring rain
Flowers fade; so too physical beauty,
Smiles, laughs, glamour and gorgeousness shrivel;
Wealth and health wane; so too every booty,
Bells that start pealing with birth ends with knell,
Death and decay like spell in each cell dwell;
Seeds decay within womb of earth springs, yet,
Rising of the sun does follow its set;
Though body rots, soul existence revives,
Let not notion of death our heart upset,
Life, however, eternally survives...
08 January 2022
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
From steeple yon their pealing reaches me
Each day begins with ringing far and near
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
Melodies of love and faith I love to hear
Sounds of “Amazing Grace,” how can it be
Morning bells sound sweetly in my ear
From steeple yon their pealing reaches me.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written January 19, 2022
submitted to "Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words or Less"
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
we
dressed for visibility
armed with answers
we had no questions for
you
the only one who knows me
who goes away when the lights go out
and disappears at noon
O! how you are ahead of me sometimes...
So thin the thing between us
what we've always hoped for
and what we've always been.
pealing back the landscaped features
sets you apart
but we are getting closer
every day
staring at it
unfolding
the looming emptiness before me
My shadow
o abyss
opening up
o, abyss, abyss!
Big Sur 12/2011