Best Alfred Poems
Deep as first love,
and wild as all regret -
Alfred Lord Tennyson
There is an aching in the heart
slipping into tears that burn and tear apart
every fiber of your being
so that the eyes are no longer seeing.
Each look was just pretend
knowing well how love would end
and there deep in the hallowed halls of time
well I knew, you wouldn't always be mine.
A somber memory paints
the heartthrob emotions making youth faint
delirious with love and sensual feelings
enough to send two bodies reeling.
Shadows lurk easing back and forth
assured each struggle for their own worth
there in that selfish centered need
one would follow and the other lead.
Just a moment held
as lovers succumb to love's spell
that quickly fades and disappears
with hearts held back by fear.
There in the shadows, each one alone will walk
their first love slipped away without talk
and futures die in the dream's regret
but it is a memory none ever forget.
Joseph May contest
Lines to awake the muse
3/1/20
Categories:
alfred, analogy, first love,
Form:
Rhyme
English "Master of Suspense" director Alfred Hitchcock
would appear in his own movies, a character with bulk!
In "Psycho," one of his best movies from long ago,
Hitchcock's cameo appearance was at the start of that show.
Categories:
alfred, people,
Form:
Clerihew
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
Categories:
alfred, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Children in the schoolhouse
Chant a structured, uneasy song
“Risseldy-rosseldy
Mow-mow-mow"
Monkey Bars behind a bench...
She nervously lights a cigarette
Something is about to happen
A single crow lands.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydLJtKlVVZw
Categories:
alfred, bird, horror,
Form:
Verse
In the winter of 1873, Alfred Packer was hired to guide a prospectin' trek.
In the San Juans of Colorady they'd heard of gold that they wanted to check.
Alfred claimed that in Colorady minin' camps he'd driven wagons of ore.
He guaranteed he'd show 'em the valuable stuff that they were lookin' for!
They visited sage old Chief Ouray and he warned 'em to wait 'til spring,
To cross those rugged tors, but no, they wanted to press on and do their thing!
So foolish Albert and five of the group decided to trudge on through the snow!
Of the blindin' snow, lack of grub and perilous paths, little did they know!
A few months later Packer appeared at an Indian Agency lookin' fit and well!
He said he'd been left behind due to injuries, one of many tales he was to tell!
His story changed several times sayin' one man went berserk and killed the rest!
There was evidence that cannibalism was involved but old Albert never confessed!
Packer was jailed in Saguache but later made his escape to Wyoming state!
He was nabbed and returned to Salt Lake City for a trial and sentencin' date.
"They was seven Dimmycrats in the county", pronounced the judge from the bench,
"But yah man-eatin' sunuvab**ch, yah et five of 'em, fer that yer neck'll wrench!"
Later the sentence was reduced to manslaughter and he was given forty years,
To be served at the pen in Canon City, Colorady, but no one shed any tears!
He was paroled in 1901 and moved to Denver where he hung around.
Now his molderin' bones rest in peace 'neath a grassy burial mound!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 7 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Legend" Contest - April 2011
Categories:
alfred, funnyold, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Standing with admiration in front of, "The Red Parasol" by: Alfred Glendening.
My thought blends and melts into the colour of every brush stroke on the canvas.
Into a daydream haze, I vanish moving slowly onto the sand.
Warm grains of sand seeping between my tan toes.
Sunlight holds my face up with its golden streams;
I take a deep breath of the cool refreshing breeze,
Embracing me with its tendrils of briny sea scent
Weaving through my hair lulling me to calmness.
I approach the two girls, deep in conversation.
One in blue sitting on a rock holding a bouquet of wildflowers,
The other girl in pink sitting by her red parasol.
I seem to be invisible;
I listen to their conversation of secret love.
After a few minutes I stroll out,
Sit on the beach and take in the view with hunger,
Taste the sea's harmony and grace.
A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my trance.
"Venice, are you ready to advance to the next canvas?"
5/6/2016
The Red Parasol, 1895 by Alfred, Jr. Glendenin...
Categories:
alfred, art, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
1st
After a thundering wet stormy night
I opened up the frig and had a fright
And out scrambled like it had an invite
Six frightening crab legs came and excite
Just out of Alfred Hitchcock movie write
By Eve Roper 4/17/2015
2nd
Early morning rise, orange juice delight
When a six legged crab in the spotlight
Came scurrying at me with no invite
By Eve Roper 4/17/2015
Syllable Count:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Categories:
alfred, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Ring Out, Wild Bells, to the Wild Sky
(Ode to Alfred Lord Tennyson)
Fair son of England whom I write
of saw not well; thus short of sight,
formed lines that in his head would lie.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild Sky.
Those lines (deep thoughts) - once written down -
rang out like church bells through a town
or birds, which to the heavens fly.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
Yes, lofty verse and lyric sound
could touch those rooted to the ground
and make a nation’s royalty sigh!
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
Victorian inside his soul,
he also played a modern role -
He saw man’s plight and questioned why.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
Poet Laureate too was he
who penned a famous elegy
for his young friend so young to die:
“Ring Out, Wild Bells” (to the wild sky)
By old age, he had crushed his fears,
outlasting many poet peers.
To honor him, I can but try. . .
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
For Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest on
"Ring out wild bells to the wild sky"
Categories:
alfred, on writing and words
Form:
Kyrielle
daddy youare sick now and my heart is breaking allthe way around!you have aways loved me and gave me what i need!my love for you will never die and we will meet in the heavenly sky!as days pass i wish time would last so i could spend more time with you ilove you true!im your only son and imss the times when we wher so close i love my daddy my friend you se from now and in eternity!
Categories:
alfred, dad, love, me, time,
Form:
Limerick
MOTH-EATEN PAGE- LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK
An Apology to T.S.Eliot
Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Friends and foes of Sindbad, in the dragon’s lair
When the Rock will sit on the rock Norfolk
We will find him under grumble stone -Mr. Prufrock
He was settling a pillow and throwing off a shawl
Set about on eternal questions with Pablo and Paul
Drank a cup of Horlicks followed by ammonium sol
He was older than his legs and slender like a doll
Squeezed the universe into a bouncing ball.
Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Everything is fair in love and cab fare
Have you gone to Country mall? No, it’s rare
I have earned already the lion’s share
Nobody was there to watch out with a vacant stare.
Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Move in on to enemy territory a solitaire
Don’t panic; don’t be scared, I am on down stair
I‘ll join you if I can care.
Tralalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
Let’s drink and be merry and dance on air
Till I dare.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
16th October, 2014 17:57:00 IST
Categories:
alfred, allegory, allusion, earth, life,
Form:
Rhyme
One summer morning on the beach
she spies her friend, and runs to greet
this lovely child, in solitaire,
with a parasol and silken hair.
A cherub look upon one's face,
while the other smiles, still filled of grace
But both are feeling young at heart
and can't resist the sand and surf
Too soon the whimsy of the day
has led them closer to the bay
The warm sand and the sea agree
to join the ocean's windswept breeze
to make their visit more replete
with gifts of summer's sweet retreat
Perfection offers them a chance
to laugh and plot, and take a glance
If no one's looking, they can shed
their shoes and stockings, free their feet
then tiptoe in and shriek in glee!
They feel each ripple undertone
which tickles toes, and chills their bones
and licks the hems of petticoats
In pastel shades of vast array
they seem two flowers, wild bouquets
that dance among the white-washed hue
of tide pools blue, and morning's dew
Two flowers sprouting here and there
cavorting along the sandy shore
Until again, it's time to go
And though, restrained, as secrets go
they must again be proper girls
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6/20/16
Contest: The Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Categories:
alfred, art, beach, girl,
Form:
Free verse
Peaceful playground scene
Bars behind her smoke-break bench
A single crow lands...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydLJtKlVVZw
Categories:
alfred, mystery, nature,
Form:
Senryu
Assailed upon all sides; trapped, like a rat without his cheese.
Though I wore quite fancy shoes, there were no socks upon my feet,
When I fought the heathens and, met defeat, at the Pillar Of Muhamete.
Through a wall of living flesh I hacked; my trusty hatchet, my only tool.
On a bloody muddy Monday morning, before the Temple of Kabul.
Great green spiders big as tanks, did we ride to meet enemy ranks,
And the sky was the hue of lemons, as we made war on the Plains of Singahlee.
When the cannons melted, I said "chuck it", then with a broomstick and a bucket,
Did I storm the castle of the Great Caliph. With a cabin boy creeping , at my knee.
With a lantern strapped to my head, I broached the tower gate to set the captives free!
When it seemed our lines would crack, I urged the regiment to the attack;
Our war wagons pulled by eight foot frogs, imported from the gates of hell.
When bullets ran low, we threw rocks; til at last we waved our members.
To show ourselves unafraid, we stipped to aprons our mums had made,
Then went raging down the hillsides, with a shrieking girlish yell.
One Bullock Pete he died that day; Big Dick Willie; hewed in twain in the fray.
But the blue balls boys of Bingham held the line! The blood flowed like cheap wine.
Smoke and screams filled the air, like cheap perfume in a whore's lair.
Amidst the fire and the smoke, I did a softshoe and told a joke.
And an old vaudeville routine nearly saved the day on that battlefield afar.
We ran like possums through the trees, In our boots and BVDs.
We may have lost the bloody battle, but we won the flipping war!
Categories:
alfred, parodywar, war,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
A West Saxon King of Wessex and grace
He dealt with the Danes a convincing deface
Father of Navy and military blow
A legalised system the people should Know
Nation divided the Danes bowed to truce
Example in history for Robert the Bruce
Before this great stand 870 anon
He fought with the Danes 9 battles not one
Three elder of brothers fought till they died
Their wounds from the battle for Alfred did cry
During the wars in the marshes and mist
Alfred did hide and men did enlist
Athelney Marsh the bravest remained
A muiscal lyre for Danes he refrained
Marching and planning the lady of lakes
Thought and great planning he burnt all her cakes
Beaten by besom for burning the grate
She fell to her knees in humble prostrate
Stumbling on but lost on the Heath
Broach of gold lace that Alfred had sheathed
The Danes flag of battle broken and torn
A truce with old Guthrum eventually born
All is at rest for subjects now prove
Schooling begins and the hunger removes
His wife Ethelwulf with Nation at peace
Religion and taxes Westminister keeps
The Navy rebuilt and challenge at sea
Alfred for saint now rumoured by me
Ian Foley
Categories:
alfred, history
Form:
Rhyme
Alfred Hitchcock,
known for his awe and shock.
May have tried to impress Betty Hutton,
by surgically removing his belly button.
His belly button was surgically removed !!
© Feb 2011 For Caties's clerihew contest
Categories:
alfred, funny
Form:
Clerihew