Short Pings Poems

the wild wind
taps on the window panes --
the radiator pings...

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Pings on my window
Old clock hung with red and green
Strikes twelve sleepless times...

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northerly breeze whips
giant oak loses acorns ....
loud pings disturb sleep     ...

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Bent tune
Fast, slow then slow, 
Excessive and dull notes
Vibraphone dings and pings to beat
Irritable
Jazz tune...

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its all for you too
it sing its pings
only you finger
it will linger
it all the love can bring
let me 
PLACE THIS
RING...

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my phone  ring and sing
there 'a wing
that pings
i know before 
i pick up is the bill stuff
one name is hector
BILL 
COLLECTOR...

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A cross wire
that starts a fire
an electrical leap
before there’s a heart to beat
with one machine that 
pings
and another one that
thumps


***...

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How many hearts will melt
from message, AI wrote
that pings upon a phone;
as many did who felt
soft kiss on gentle throat
that sighed a yielding moan?...

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you can tell
by  Christmas bells
from the sky
coming from up high
as it pings
on windor like drops of rain 
kepts you awake
its
HOILADAY SNOW FLAKES...

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if it comes down
all around
on windor there's a sound
pings and ring
than as yo go
the wind blow
move you  we know
its can be a pain
THE WIND 
AND THE RAIN...

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some thinks things
that  rings and pings
or funny
i was bought a easter bunny
on the card which  was hard
is said love you honey
hope you  love
the
CORLOR OF MONEY...

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Bell
rings, chimes
hours, announces
weddings, war ends, death knells.
Bell shape hollow, inverted cup 
resonates, polls, rings, dings, dongs, pongs and pings
to bring order to day's events.
Bells rung,
done
...

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distant wolves sniff at the winds,
sense what you do not.
your death hums in the air!
pings run through your heart
to raise a berm of hair!
Baskerville hounds now shift
from lope to lunge. 
their thirst for blood has come!
rapacious tongues make clear
your death is in their mouths!...

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Gray lines become fragmented
twisted around each beat
that pings within this tinman
with stones upon my feet

washed white walls
plastic virgin talks
split tongue keeps waggling
while the Holy Ghosts walks

peppered in pretend
pin it to a shoe
the worth of three words
and your promises, not you...

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Tinnitis is annoying, with little tings
going off in my ears, and crackles and rings.
With this noise in my head
I dread going to bed,
This affliction's such a terrible thing.

I often go for days without any pings
inside of my head, no hisses or dings;
but when they occur
I can't relax, life's a blur;
If there's ever a cure, I will sing!...

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The imperfect sunrise of mourning
Tears glittered by sugar and spice

like regretful words of self tormenting
My tounge of coals is removed twice,

Silenced from former end fights, 
Forgiveness is found in remembering

She'll never know how my heart pings
FM static wet windows and cold 

lost in moments of sun shards shimmering
All the way down the road...

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One, two, three
He starts it off
A phalanx of bells starts
Rings from posts on a horse-shoe set of tables

Big heavy dongs from one of the flanks
Little light tings from the other
Medium dings from the middle
Exclusive pings when it happens

Dings like falling glass on impact
Madness orchestrated
Chaotic music with perfect control
A river of tune created...

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Imagine

Yellow socks tambourines pretty girls and fax machines
Sunshine waves Heinz baked beans and black tinted windowed limousines 
Garbage anarchy wasps that sting and red currant jam potting magazines
Madness purity wedding rings and watching Mary Berry’s tips on the finest 
cuisines
Ice cubes tweed ping pong pings and the gold dust of a magic monkey blowing 
over your sleeping dreams...

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the sky is a hazy blue sea today
and a breeze touches the tree tops
and they sway like emerald waves
oh, there is a perfect silence ...
though hidden birds chatter and twitter
and my flowers tremble
while others are ...  perfectly still
and my hanging 
ivy is creeping and twining 
and somewhere a wind chime
pings once 
and a white gull glides

_________________
June 9, 2021...

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Saturday evening rain down my window pane,
Shades pulled down hide the sight of clear dribbling dots,
Spending the night alone with the soothing pings of water outside tying to come in.

Remember when the AC broke right before the long weekend?
We couldn't get it fixed for a full week,
Instead of complaining about heat,
We went to the beach and took it all in.

Funny how the seasons change so quickly....

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earth sings and swings through space
blue pearl's nascent sostenuto
sun's rouge reveil blush dusts her face
space pings as new world rings
angels praise God's high hopes 

Lind 68868 format designed by poet Robert Lindley.
(Thank you Robert, for your kind critique, and helping me to correct the syliable count!)

posted 7th November, 2019

Note: Job 38:4-7
         Psalms 104:5
         Ecclesiastes 1:4
(The sustainable earth)...

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VALENTINE PACKAGE

Plea.

in this deep freeze, dear
this cold region – michigan
i must make it clear
limbs are frozen all the time
please melt the ice, valentine

Forever Yours – plus that old time candy

i’m yours forever
struck with love like a dumb ox
cannot be clever
no sweet candy in a box
can top my love forever

Lost Valentine

the wind is howling
rain pings against my window
i’m feeling so low
part the clouds dear valentine
let in your ray of sunshine...

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Delicate hands sweep over the strings
Stirring chords and melodies meet,
The harpist gently plunks and pings
Producing music soft and sweet.
She does not smile, concentrating
On the nuances of each crescendo,
Tenor of the performance elevating
Each measure a startling innuendo.
The climax brings a stirring rush
Exhilarating orchestral responses
As over the audience falls a hush
The music its hearers ensconces. 

Written July 16, 2022...

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The corner of my eye notes it
as my car speeds by,
eyesight pings it
momentarily, an image
looks back.

The outbuilding is vacant,
bathed in a sparrow and bat time
that flutters inside its hollow shell.

Barn ambience
has kidnapped my attention
it has stabled my eyes in a timeless stall
where horse tails hang suspended
from broken timepieces
not clocks, just pieces of time
that,
like dust in sunlight
muster in the air
to mime a car and a glance
rubbernecking back....

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