Short Quasimodo Poems

With a rhythmic spell
Quasimodo sounds his bell
In his tortured hell...

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Disfigured hunchback
Whose only friends were the bells
'Til Esmerelda...

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With a rhythmic spell,
Quasimodo sounds his bell
In his tortured hell,
Esmeralda hears him yell
From his hunchback prison cell....

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i woke
up screaming
shaking hands
holding my shaking
head like deaf Quasimodo
on this low Sunday i can't stop
the ringing in my ears...

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CATHEDRAL

in sanctuary
sunlight strikes the panes blood red
huge g minor chord

paris – notre dame
its big bell shatters silence
ghost – quasimodo

marvelous stone pile
cologne cathedral inside
universe enclosed

old priest asking alms
cologne cathedral inside
blessed – face of god...

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blowing frost on a star and gravestone 
quickening our steps like Charlie Chaplain
turning maple leaf into rubies and gold
churning flocks into wind splashed shoals
now we're hunched over like Quasimodo
the homeless sinking deeper into their hole
November struts about and barks like a crow....

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In school, well
at least until the
middle of middle school,
we’d exchanged
Valentine's Day cards.

Even if you were like me
you were bound to come
home with a few cards.

Not that I was Quasimodo,

but I knew my place
in the pecking order,
as those who handed me
a card
'no doubt knew theirs'....

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Our Lady of Paris
With your ribbed vaults
Flying buttress
And rose colored windows
The Huguenots
The Republicans
Couldn't destroy you
Victor and Quasimodo
Loved you
Napoleon restored you
Fire couldn't destroy you
Your spire fell
But your spirit
Your cross
Still shines

NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
5/16/19...

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Mozzies, midgies, gnat attacks
On my blood they want to snack.
Silent, deadly, in they crept
Quenching their hunger as I slept.
Ugly, red, lumps and bumps
Itching, scratching; I've got the hump.
They transformed me into Quasimodo
Only time I've ever taken a selfie photo.
Evening time is my worse nightmare
Straight jacket on I must now wear.


          26.08.23...

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Hunchback of Notre Dame
Up in his bell tower hideout
Recluse guardian of
The most famous cathedral
Through all ages
Parisian landmark
Immortalized in world literature
Heart of harrowing drama
What's left of his undying love 
For his beautiful Esmeralda



Submitted on April 18, 2019 for contest NOTRE DAME IN THE NEWS sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES  -  HONORABLE MENTION...

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no more ringing
in my ears always
being Quasimodo
screaming about
the bells

i set my house
phone ring tone
to play a MIDI
Wagner Ride
of the Valkyries

and my cellphone
wake up alarm tone
is Bach's cello
bourree which
peacefully draws

me from my sleep
but the machines
at work later take
over so yelling
becomes

the norm for 
speaking so
now i adorn
headphones
after work

to muffle
the rapid
discharge
of shots
at the shooting

range...

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