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Listen For The Bells (Revised)

Listen for the fragile bells of hope
As they begin to chime!
Beautiful, silvery, chimes,
May they grow stronger
And flood the air
With their hollow throats blonging
And clonging, until
until the soul throbs and sobs
and transmogrifies with the bells.
Until their vibrations fill the not only the earth,
but the heavens, too!
Justice they shall boom,
Justice they shall bellow,
Justice for the people of Darfur!

poem by Mary Naylor
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Four Horsemen

the thundering hooves...
the four horsemen come,
death and destruction,

the bed we've made.
the hollowed out chime,
the last clock on earth...

destiny beckons,
with hands torn and bruised.
the wave roars as if sudden,

a long time ingrained!
even the bodies whisper,
as if friends or family.

while the scavengers wait
at the foot of the grave.
the voice of God silent,

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poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken Wings

Take these broken wings,
And mend them with your love.
Teach my heart those things,
That are, allied to a dove.
Let my soul then soar,
To heights unknown and new,
That it may then explore,
This vision, that is you.

Take my voice, which rings
With joy, when you are near.
Hear, when my heart sings
Sweet melodies so clear.
Let this sound vibrate,
Until the heavens chime,
And we will then pulsate
Fused together, for all time.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-93

African tulip tree(Spathodea campanulata)

You're not special dear
For I needn't go, search
Far wide for your flower
As streets have so much
Making me exclaim high..
Your sky-high warty bole
Massed leaves kissing sky
Tipped with buddy tickle
Dutiful distal branches
When declaring your time
Your scarlet florescence
Deep throated all chime
Just into my awed mouth
To fall up to my wonder
All routine on your earth..
You're not special so dear

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Cupids Arrow

A white bellowing cloud
Floats on high as cupid aims at passer by

He aims at the man and women
Who have only know each other as friends

His aim so true…he watches anew
As from friendship to lovers they grew

This is indeed a delightful sight
When wedding bells start to chime

As the two lovers now
Become man and wife

Cupid just grins and aims once again
at the unsuspecting people whom pass by

© Copyright Kaila George 2012

poem by Kaila George
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Wavering Ways

I am as an ant
walking webs
sealing
symmetrical time.
As an ant
seeking searching
out safe
routes home.

With all
yet only
power determination
ability
of an ant.
Conceptualized
concentrated
within an
anaestheticised
anxious ant.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Almost Lost My Friend (Shakespearian Sonnet)

I’m having a much better day
Thought I’d never see my friend
Feeling much better, yay!
Despair brought when I thought this would end

Times are starting to become fun
They are better now
Feeling as bright as the sun
How bad I’ve felt, wow

I find it funny this is a rhyme
Can’t believe I just wrote a sonnet
The words are becoming to chime
The points this poem will earn for profit

The end of my piece
And now, my sonnet shall decease

poem by Mason Ream
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Morning-Glory

In this meadow starred with spring
Shepherds kneel before their king.
Mary throned, with dreaming eyes,
Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies,
Lifts her tiny son that he
May behold their courtesy.
And green-smocked children, awed and good,
Bring him blossoms from the wood.

Clear the sunlit steeples chime
Mary’s coronation-time.
Loud the happy children quire
To the golden-windowed morn;
While the lord of their desire
Sleeps below the crimson thorn.

poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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A Fantasy

I wandered in a dream
And heard bluebells chime by the water,
Saw unicorns drink from the stream
And heard wild, whirling elvish laughter.

I realized things are not what they seem,
That little boys worship the river's daughter,
That angels grunt and butterflies scream
While good men go like lambs to the slaughter.

It was only a silly dream
But it has haunted me ever after,
When lights burn low and candles gleam,
When graveyards groan and their corpses mutter.

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Memories of False Bay!

On a more remote hour_
Far away from my native home,
The moon and the stars for me do shine;
In the blackberry brambles, crickets chant
Just as they did in the village.

The seagulls l hear in the back of my mind;
The lovely sandy beach of False Bay l envision;
The sound of mbira still chime in my head
And so does the mourning wild wind!
And the angry waves would come crushing against the shores!
O, Zame! Let these for me abide
Till l go back to my native roots...!

poem by Tafadzwa Matamba
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