Quotes about chime, page 9
Swinging Is More Than Just Dancing
One could assume that all we do is mime
It happens to be the easiest way we convey
Bodies intertwine two at a time
Two and two and two do play
Creating a loud harmonious chime
It is merely the sound created as we go astray
What we do, some consider a crime
We could never call it passé
For it creates a feeling called sublime.
poem by Emily Hunt
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We are the all...
Mystical and magical all are the same
Without doubt none singular is to blame?
Except all meaning and question your finds
For all opposites in all climbs, chime?
Truth is a chemist, who doctors all
Simply put we are the immeasurable.
We are the all...
Whatever the size large or small
We are the all...
At transgressions fall...?
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Key Concepts Infuse Catalyst Change
prime importance of poetry not rhyming
is theme tunes ideas chime timing
key concepts infuse grey matter binding
motivating transition change striking
thoughts isolated can be startle astounding
prime mover suffers energy waves pounding
catalyst change invokes choices hounding
eureka revelations boil constant compounding
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Right Reader
the best poem is driven by
one's love for precise and
spontaneous expressions
for what one loves, and how
one loves to be read as one
sails a reader to a landscapel
no one has any real control over,
except ourselves, a landscape which
would ultimately chime the bell for excellence in us
spill out an adagio of verses for loved one with siesmic passion
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Morning tea
Beam of sun rays
enters bed room making its ways
I pull cover over face
beliveing dream, it may
As hear chime of spoon
stirring in the cup
and listen 'its ready'
have reason to get up
My heart, my mind
even throat and tongue
as I wake, a cup of tea;
all they demand
Difficulty comes
when she is not there
though I don't miss
get up and myself prepare
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A Wish
Age, it's like time
Keeps on moving into the past
Spoken word, like melodious chime
Mingles into the space that's vast.
I think and I wonder
When will I do what I want to do?
I work, I try and I wander
When will I see things through.
If only I can accomplish
A fraction of what I want
I will feel, I fulfilled my wish
And exit this world with a chant.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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A Life Too Long
A cold day freezes
My desperate thoughts
In a lonely place.
I can hear
A sad church bell chime
In a forlorn corner
Of this miserable city.
I never want
To live long enough
To forget
Kissing your lips
Lovelier than chardonnay
Or the intoxicating
Lightheadedness
Of seeing you
In your white sweater
And being swayed
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poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Precious Family
Oh precious family,
You are my all.
When the world trips me
You break my fall.
Many things tempt my time.
I dare not waste the clock.
With the sound of each chime,
I must take stock.
As days disappear,
I will invest time
To keep you loved ones near
And share the sublime.
Since money and power
Are toxic to precious family,
I'll spend each waking hour
Loving you completely.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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An Artistic Inter-Dimensional Audience
writing in other sleep writing fled spheres
in other climes muse does vibrant chime
writing in another alpha wave order
mind crossed threshold gilded border
writing ordered stanzas attaining woven perfection
written read in awed deep sleep enslaved benediction
receding back to this dark soul starved physical plane
nothing of attained higher celestial realm is retained
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time's Unreality
Gone is the time,
When my love was free,
Clock's fast chime,
Adds up the fee,
The hate and the anger,
Builds as the clock ticks,
Turning to a deep red danger,
As the devils tricks,
Your heart into love,
Which he then will crush,
Raven painted to be dove,
To make the reality hush,
Silence the voice,
(That clears,)
Not given a choice,
To stop the tears.
poem by Maya Robena
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