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The Bell Sounds

Updated on February 28, 2017


The wheel turns and the bell clapper strikes the sound bow's rim,

A loud gong emanates, reverberating across the wide countryside.

The bell has struck one time, a warning sent, one of joy, or as grim,

Its message shared with the people to care, all caution, their guide.



The bell is struck, then once more its loud ringing is so widely heard,

Twice this bright brass sentinel sounds, as a salute without bounds.

Now sensed as a warning, to withdraw harmful acts, every bad word,

A weakness of character brings the hungry wolf, bloodthirsty hounds,


Thrice the bell echoes through the glen, broad valleys, its harkening,

As the thunders crash, lightning to flash, once bright skies, darkening.

Warnings unheeded, the punishment interceding, hearts are bleeding,

Those guilty ones, a just reward, see such disdain, despite all pleading.


A fourth clapping of the guardian bell, tells those who heed, to all observe,

Now a time of horrendous affirmation, the terrible sentence, guilty to serve.

Not one entity is safe, without a calling, innocent and wrongdoers, the same,

The masses to suffer the loss of all's lives, that of Humanity to be their name.


The bell's last ring to sound, a saddening note, as its tower does fall,

A figure clad all in white, his eyes aglow, stands before us, is so tall.

One hand holds an olive branch, in the other a sword of blazing fire,

All good of hearts, each to follow the branch, as sinful, fates are dire.


Earth's inhabitants have one last chance, to follow the olive branch, or the sword of fire...
Earth's inhabitants have one last chance, to follow the olive branch, or the sword of fire...

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      ThreeKeys 2 months ago from Australia

      You poem created a tense and earie feeling for me.

      Using and repeating the sound of the bell created both urgency and the feeling something is about to happen.

      The line saying how weakness draws in the bloodthirsty hounds? That line stayed with me. Thank you for your poem whonu.

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      whonunuwho 2 months ago from United States

      My final stanza added at last. I hope this gives substance to this ending. Thank you for your review, my friend. whonu

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      Eric Dierker 2 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Whonu, in the warm months I grew up in a canyon. Us kids were allowed to even roam off our five acres. My dad got an old ship's bell. When mom rang it you could really here it for over half a mile. If she got up to 3 rings and you were not home -- trouble. This reminded my of that pit I got if I was late.

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      whonunuwho 2 months ago from United States

      That was a most unique method of communicating your folks had my friend.

      Thanks for telling about it and your childhood.We all come from quite a diverse background but are linked by that one common thread of human caring. Blessings on this fine Winter day. whonu

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      Ann Carr 2 weeks ago from SW England

      Compelling! Great use of the bell.

      Ann

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      whonunuwho 2 weeks ago from United States

      Thank you my friend. Blessings. whonu

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