Dear Reader,
Please do not read this collection of poems that was found in a box that could only opened by a key that was in another smaller box, which could only be opened by a smaller key, found in the burned remains that had once been the house of a female photographer. The different poems are meant to be together, and are divided into sections using roman numerals. The title of the collection is 'The Sugar Bowl', though the poems seem to have almost nothing to do with sugar or containers of any kind. Do not read these poems, as the poet was obviously depressed, and reading them will cause you to become so mournful, that only a very large bar of chocolate would be able to help you.
PearlGirl, the unfortunate collector of these poems.
I. LET THE BELLS RING
Hear the
loud alarum bells-
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now,
their turbulency tells!
Sounding from across the desert, clanging,
Over Lake Lachrymose's dark waters, singing,
Throughout the sand dunes from the Beach, tolling,
To the school and the lucky lumbermill, every bell dinging,
And the vibrating, hollow sound of the sad bell
Reaches even the ears of a tall man
With a very short hat,
And a long accordion.
Birds and beasts,
A few eagles and lions,
Crickets, snakes and
Marmosets,
Hear but never understand,
See but never perceive.
The wedding bells are silent,
But my friend Barbara once said,
In her naivety and sad, sweet innocence,
'You never lose by loving.
You lose by holding back.'
Life is never really like that,
And the way I learned is full of woe;
Full of the same bitterness
And terribly sour taste Juliet
Felt when her rose by any other name died,
Without her knowledge or desire.
'These violent delights have violent ends'
You have left me with no mistress
No wedding bells, my Beatrice.
'Ring…ring…ringing
Of
the bells, bells, bells,
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.'
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