Bellringer's Poetry Corner

[Deep Knight]

GUARDIANS OF THE NIGHT - A Poem by Patrick H. Bellringer
Reposted July 10, 2009
(Written, Wnter, 1996)

Under the Cosmic canopy, a myriad star specks of Light
Outline the constellations on a warm summer's night.
The Heavens are telling the glory of God,
---all starships camouflaged from the unknowing!

Through the vast smokey-white Light of the "milky-way" band
With stars more numerous than the sea shore sand,
The firmament proclaims God's handiwork,
---and only a few take notice!

A lighted starship swiftly travels his designated Cosmic pathway,
Weaving silently through throngs of fellow lighted travelers,
As day to day pours forth God's speech,
---but few have ears for hearing!

The golden flash of a beamship arcs gently across the night sky,
And Starships flash rainbow beacons against the backdrop of endless space,
As night to night declare God's knowledge,
---for only a remnant to understand!

The prancing blue-white Light circle of a Cosmic traveler,
Leaves an angular trail of golden stardust behind.
Watchers are hushed into etheric silence,
With only the cricket chirpings to mar the One Source stillness,
---and Earth-Shan waits!

The startling shadow of a grand lighted disc,
Floats quickly and nearly unnoticed overhead,
Like a hawk gliding silently through forest trees,
Leaving no record but an image on the Spirit-Mind,
---and there are those who know!

The twinkling blue-white flashes of a lone starship,
Peeps through a rift in the winter clouds,
And through the frost on my window pane--
A Cosmic sentinel stationed at his primary outpost,
---and I see---and I know!

The silver white Light of a gloriously round moon,
Streams across the Christmas Eve snow,
With the intensity of a Cosmic searchlight,
Leaving a single twinkling ship standing guard at sun up,
---and the crew on the Phoenix waits!

The command ships of the Lighted Realms appear ever bolder, never still.
Ptaah of the north and Ismiahh of the southern sky,
Semjase of the east, Korton of the west,
And the Phoenix against the golden sunrise---
Welcoming each new day,

Ptaah!

[texino]

Jeepers, they have just been sitting up there for 13 odd years waiting for what? The Earth to fall on it's side? Bellringer has already proven that is well on it's way. In fact, he has proof for everything he says, and, if you don't buy it, there is always the old living in the wrong dimension deal. Yes, PHB has it all set up in his mind and you will never convince him otherwise. A Narcissist? I have studied such patients and the line between a person with this condition and a person who is just a lying pompous jerk is pretty thin. I need a consult for Mr. Bellringer because although he does show signs of paranoid delusion i.e. the Gov. employs numerous Hackers 24/7 to attack his site, he does not dwell on it nor does he blame a specific entity for his ongoing failures.
The fact that he does this suggests that he may be nothing but a cheap criminal who has no real desire for the world to change, so long as the donations and ego strokes keep coming in.
Go figure?

[Deep Knight]

Here's another from last year

Welfare Poem
Oct. 6, 2008
From: galacticjoy

I cross ocean, poor and broke,
Take bus, see employment folk.
Nice man treat me good in there,
Say I need to see welfare.

Welfare say, 'You come no more,
We send cash right to your door.'
Welfare checks, they make you wealthy,
Medicaid it keep you healthy!

By and by, I get plenty money,
Thanks to you, American dummy.
Write to friends in motherland,
Tell them 'come fast as you can.'

They come in turbans and Ford trucks,
I buy big house with welfare bucks
They come here, we live together,
More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families, they moving in,
But neighbor's patience wearing thin.
Finally, white guy moves away,
Now I buy his house, and then I say,

'Find more aliens for house to rent..'
And in the yard I put a tent.
Send for family they just trash,
But they, too, draw the welfare cash!

Everything is very good,
And soon we own the neighborhood
We have hobby it's called breeding,
Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kid's need dentist? Wife's need pills?
We get free! We got no bills!
American's crazy! He pay all year,
To keep welfare running here.

We think America darn good place!
Too darn good for the white man race.
If they no like us, they can scram,
Got lots of room in Pakistan.

[Deep Knight]

THE GARDEN
A Poem by Patrick H. Bellringer

THE GARDEN
By Patrick H. Bellringer
Reposted July 9, 2009

Spring comes.
When Mother Earth joyfully awaits the planting.
Tilling and rowing,
When tiny seeds are pressed into soft earth.
God's Sun and gentle rain,
Warm and water the seeds to life.

Spring comes,
When plants burst forth in green and reckless sprouting.
Hoeing and knowing,
That life has come again into our time.
God and creation have begun.
A new repeating cycle of life.

Plants grow,
Food and flowers of vibrant rainbow colors
Listening and singing
With Creation and the Lighted Realms---
Our Spirit sings anew,
The song of Re-creation.

Hoeing and knowing? I didn't know Bellringer knew any ho's (well, with the possible exception of his twin flame).

[Deep Knight]

Bellringer posted this last night.

Turn the Light On
Katarzyna Bednarska

----- Original Message -----
From: "Katarzyna Bednarska" <kasiabed@yahoo.com>
To: <bellringer@fourwinds10.com>
Sent: Thursday, July 16, 2009 6:43 AM
Subject: Siterun Contact Request from Fourwinds10

TURN THE LIGHT ON

Turn the light on
make the truth known
wash the soap from your eyes
release yourself from all ties
no matter how hard you try
it will find you..
you know it is there
why run away?
why not be the truth
wait not for judgment
to force it on you
now everyone has a clue
welcome to the real world
ego dead, no longer protect.
Eye to eye, face to face..
head up straight, after humbling oneself..
Christ is a way..
this is what I say:
Guidance is available
Easily overstandable..
He who has ears
He hears..

Strangely reminiscent of a poem Deep Knight recently wrote, well, except for the two-dot ellipses (a proper ellipse is “…” not “..” or “….” – can you hear me Mallard Fillmore?).

WHO LEFT THE LIGHTS ON?

Who left the lights on?
I’m talking to you!
What do you think
I’m made of money?
Turn the damn lights off!
When you have your own house
You can do what you want
But as long as you’re living in my house
Where I pay the bills
You’ll live by my rules
And one of those is to turn the lights off
When you leave the room.
Unless you want a time out…
Or have all your TV privileges taken away!
You know I’ll do it.
And wipe that look from your face
Or I’ll really give you something to cry about!
That’s right, you heard me right…
Or do you have beans in your ears?