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Poetry In The Library

Care for some poetry to calm or....frighten your weary soul?

Famous Poetry

The Bells

I

Hear the sledges with the bells-
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten-golden notes,
And an in tune, What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows:
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells-
Of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells,bells,
Bells, bells, bells-
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells-
Iron Bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people- ah, the people-
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All Alone
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone-
They are neither man nor woman-
They are neither brute nor human-
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells-
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells-
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells-
Bells, bells, bells-
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

Edgar Allan Poe
1849


Friends Poetry

Fairy Tales

She turns the page
Flips past the turmiol of life
Impatient for a happy ending
But they lied
Life is no fairy tale
And lessons learned early on
Would continue to be reread
Changed just so to be fit
For innocent young ears

And he huffed and he puffed
And he blew her house down
And the tiny frame smashed
Violently to the ground

Running through the weeds
In her little bloodstained
Riding hood
She swore she'd never tell a soul

Back at grandma's house
She learned that everyone hides
That everyone lies
"Grandma, what big eyes you have"
"All the better to judge you with, my dear"

Her gingerbread heart
Was swallowed whole
By wolves who charmed
Disguised as sheep

So she cried wolf
But no one ever believed

In the end
She followed her bread crumbs
To dispair
While hope lay asleep
For a thousand years
Waiting to be awakened by a kiss

And they called out to her
To let down her hair
Only she built a tower
In order to disappear

If the glass slipper fits
Wear it
But, don't cry out
If every step in filled with shards

Carolyn Kleier
March 1, 2003


Personal Poetry

Puppets

Something slips inside
And I fall
No one hears me
As I call
Falling falling
A deep ravine
Darkness envelopes me
As I scream
Screaming screaming
So afraid
Crying crying
For the day
The light shant come
The darkness stays
Fuel for its fire
My burning rage
Screaming turns to laughter
As my sanity is raped
Darkness now my master
The turner of the page
Pulling on my strings
Forcing me to dance
The silence how it stings
Most tragic of romance
Tugging tugging
It continues to direct
This miserable world
I can no longer connect
My reality is translucent
My insanity opaque
Nostalgia a God sent
Memories all are fake
Puppets have a master
To put on their tragic show
Making them dance faster
With no place left to go
My soul becomes deflowered
A virgin never more
Darkness now empowered
No sanity in store
As I sit here realizing
A puppet is what I am
Humanity my despising
My entire life a sham

Andy Richardson
December 13, 2004