Short Town Crier Poems

Sapphire-tinted bells herald life anew
springtide’s dulcet birthstone watch,
omen of fragrant  bloom

Posted ; 29th March 2022...

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Five o'clock
and all is well
hear ye,hear ye
the town crier
tolls his bell
Is it morning 
or is it dusk
no living person
can tell
Hades or hell?...

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I aspire to be greater than the sire,
Though higher knowledge I must acquire,
My desire burns in me than furnace fire ,
Which makes me perspire like a town crier ,
I admire the traits of men in the flier ,
Which makes my entire life look like satire .


1-6-2017...

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There once was a sweet little lass from Eire

     Who had everything a man could desire

          A mustache she wore

               And biceps galore

                    With bass voice like that of the town crier

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved...

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Hell-bound in Spellbound Fire

If my desire;
Were to be on fire;
Then my desire;
To be hell bound;
Now if I'm the town crier;
Hope-in to be in dire;
Straight to hell bound encased;
In the sins from my beginnings until the final death;
Final destination not...  
To be Hell bound on fire spending eternity in Hades

3/1/19...

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No more do birds chirp
  No longer does grass grow
Leaves turn bright colors
  Then cover Earth's floor

Rains well up in puddles of mud and mire
  A dog's plaintive bark, a lone town crier
Windows close; shutters tightly shut
  Street surfaces soon will sprout ruts

November is here, its air so bracing, so clear
  Cushions the shock ~ Winter is near...

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Earplug

If the eyes can find sleep
when the left hand in battle
hacks to bits, a right at peace

Indulges our parched earth
that can never drink her fill
of human blood libations

And the town crier never cries
at his gong's discordant tunes
with the plight of the people

Then, power is only an ear plug
wealth, a virtual reality camera
and the people, jesters at court....

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Blocking calls
Written: by Miracle Man
8/6/2019

I have personal thoughts I oft share each day,
From these, deep discussions, often come into play.
These give off good vibes, causing me to feel strong, 
And differing opinions makes neither one wrong.

But there’s a man on our town I call the town crier,
He proliferates gossip when calling to inquire.
He feels its imperative that he spread all news,
Which necessitates always doing a mental peruse.
(If I pick up)
...

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