Just a reminder that today is the last day for readers to submit a poem or poems for our Lion Bellworks bell giveaway contest. We have a great compilation of submissions in this post that should help to get the creative juices flowing.
See the first post for instructions on how to enter.
From Chris in Chicago - Lion Bell Haiku
Roar little lion
Your ring true and English
RANG! RANG! ON YOUR LEFT!
LINDA BERLAND (Albany, Ca)
An loud air horn is what I use
When on my bike, out to cruise,
But when I ride on the bike path track
I give the peds a heart attack.
A Lion brass bell is just the thing
Instead of a blast, a sweet little ring
I need it to improve cyclist PR
And save the horn for an evil car.
Rod - Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
A Lion Bellworks Chant
(or, “For Whom the Lion’s bell tolls - it tolls for me”)
Like the snowbell’s proverbial chance
I wouldn’t give the slightest glance
To an imitation bike bell
If the Lion’s offering were to fell
Onto my grateful cycling self
As I search through the dusty top shelf
To find the most convincing words
I hear myself cycling tunes so absurd
As to conjure both the sound and smell
Of a new Lion Bellworks bell
It is the shiny ringing chant
That leads me on this rant
About a sound I find so pleasing
And the cycling image just as teasing
Should my entry find success
And so I pray that you will bless
Me with a cycling e-mail message
Considering my advancing age
Your words will not be a knell
If a new Lion Bellworks bell
Ding-a-lings at my door
Chiming my winning score
What else is there to say
But leave the ringing where it lay
Kindly send me the cycling brass bell!
Nick - Kansas City
Emotions upon Emergent Pedestrians
Ask not for whom the bell rings
It rings for thee
Scott - Sydney
Poem 1
Mummy made me dress like a boy
Daddy , a little girl
The only consistency in my life,
Was a lion Bellworks bell
The other boys used to push me around and
the girls used to say I smell,
I used to race home from school of a day
To see my Lion Bellworks bell
The other boys would read Playboy
and the girls would wear Chanel
I used to wear my brothers old clothes
But in the pocket was my Bell works bell
And then one day the bombs dropped
And all the earth was parched like hell
I smiled as I rode around, shouting
“The bastards didn’t get my lion Bellworks bell”
And now at the old age home,
Nurses shout at me and yell,
“Get out of bed you crazy old man,
this is not a hotel”
I just smile , cause under my pillow is my
Lion bellworks bell
Poem 2
I am in the asylum now
Everything is white and it’s quiet as well,
The doctors come to see and ask
“What happened to you , won’t you tell?
I don’t reply from under the bed,
For I am the keeper of the Bellworks bell
Poem 3
Lying in my bed at night,
Thinking of pretty girls
Mum screams, “ If you don’t stop that
You’ll end up going to hell”
I continue with what I am doing
With my heart racing as well
Mums says stand up,
I do what she insists as well
Much to her relief she finds my hand
firmly round my Lion Bellworks Bell
Chris in CA
Riding as first rain breaks from the sky;
bicycle shorts reveal a multitude of scars.
From whence do they come? Morons in cars,
oblivious pedestrians. Yeah, that guy.
Swerving frantically, I curse them to Hell,
yearning all the while for a Lion Bellworks bell.
John - Galveston, Texas
DING DING DING DING DING
I like that beautiful sound
ding ding ding ding ding
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