Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson
with tetrameter(ABBA) had much fun
Gifted with wordplay he was blest
'In Memorium' at his best
A poet is a musician
The instrument he/she plays are words
The heart of a musician is the essence of song
So when Lord Alfred Tennyson defined
Poetry as “the rhythmical creation of beauty”
He felt, he heard, he composed the internal song
Presenting sound and content
In a style of it’s own
Creating mood inspiring a view
Painting a phrase a cliche or two
It is music in the mind’s ear
Best poems are timeless text is clear
Be they transformed by languages years
Great poems live on
External life’s future peers
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Mariana
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Lord Alfred Tennyson
poet loved by my favorite poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge
charge of the light brigade
my husband’s favorite poem
“theirs is not to reason why”
“‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” —Lord, Alfred Tennyson
love at first sight at the ceilidh
dancing 'round peat fires gayly
lad and lass equally smitten
love's peat fire flame in Great Britain
unprepared for love's twists and turns,
ill-fated love crashes and burns
dark and cold was the night she left
leaving the lad crushed and bereft
the lad laments the lass as lost
methinks he should have count the cost
of jumping into love too fast
prudent forethought may help love last
Alfred Tennyson was created a Lord
but his poetry ever strikes a chord
He suffered an emotional blow
when fellow poet-rebel.Hallam was laid low
So you return on silver wheels,
and the wheels are faster
than I remember them.
What memories you bring,
what joy,
what heartache, Brenda.
I had forgotten you 'til now,
but silver wheels still squeal
at the far side of my brain.
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"And thee returning on thy silver wheels" -
from "Tithonus", by Alfred Tennyson.
6/8/2016
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‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu
Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
Salutes … Six-Hundred
Half price sale, half price sale’
Half price sale today.
Into the town centre on a bus
Rode those to be plundered.
Forward the crowd as it swayed
“Charge on your card! The cry
Into the town centre to shop
Rode those to be plundered
Shoppers to the right of them
Shoppers to the left of them
Shoppers all in front of them
Brolly and handbag drawn, at bargains
They wondered.
Storming the shelves they yelled
On to the tills they fell
Into the jaws of debt
Into the hardest sell
Charged those that were plundered
Where are the deals they made?
Oh how they did some trade
All the town wondered
Would bill’s ever be paid
In the homes of those
That were plundered.
Charlie Milne 2008
Thank you and sorry, Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892),
A great poet from a time of the greatest poets.
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