Best Samuel Poems
Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Alas! At night stars dimmed and evil winds blew
midnight hour, I was served bones I could not chew
and a foul drink of bitter regrets and lying
as Fate had set me here, this ship of slow dying!
Such was a dark curse, uttered by her deep hate
For she turned to darkness to then alter my Fate!
Ten years had raced into oblivion's cup
into darkest seas we went, I never gave up
tho' soul had been impaled by poisonous blades
I clung to that romantic love that never fades!
Such as the poets of old sang and wrote about
Crying to the heavens, chorus of mighty shouts!
Chained was I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
Could return only when young life was reviewed!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
(Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)
Note:
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https://www.britannica.com/biography/Samuel-Taylor-Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/samuel-taylor-coleridge
A time capsule was uncovered in Olde Boston the other day.
'Twas found in the Statehouse cornerstone, so they say.
'Twas placed there by patriots Samuel Adams and Paul Revere.
'Mongst other things found were three jugs of Samuel Adams Beer!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
(A Shakespearean Sonnet)*
The brothers lie beneath a bloodied earth
with thousands more to join them there;
the mighty ark of God is stripped of worth,
and lies in hands of hostile men of war.
As Eli's priestly house is crumbled down;
his heart is crushed, his sons he cannot mourn.
he sinks from stature, prophet of renown,
I've loved him from my youth; my soul is torn.
Yet I must judge this sinful people well,
in sorrow low they seek the Father's voice
and I must quell the fear which seems to swell
a prophet's tongue is now their one true choice.
An oath will stand, that not one word shall fall
into this cruel land, without God's call.
*I Samuel, Chapters 1 through 7
Did you know time can slip by
when we're not having fun?
Samuel, it hasn't been fun
These days that we've spent,
it's felt like hours
And remember when you came
to the door with flowers?
But time, Samuel-
it's never odd or even
Samuel, time hates us
We don't even have a moment
that's just ours
Yet, chance made us friends
Sitting in Niagara, staring at the lights
Honestly, you and me, we could be free
And yet we're imprisoned
Steadily being caged in by time
We were from the beginning,
we were from the start
Time hates us, dislikes us,
loathes us, despises us
We're the eyes of it's storm
And yet I can tell in your eyes that you're happy
That even with a car running on empty
and not living a life we had envisioned,
We've made a world that stretches far
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Opium was his mind bridge
It took him down to Xanadu.
Just think what Ecstasy would do.
The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all
I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone
DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet
THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune
My consciousness behaves as EOLIAN HARP
as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion
So through opaque glass my window I cannot see
FROST AT MIDNIGHT has now spoilt for me this vision
So with dejection, curl into a foetal ball
hiding In THIS LIME-TREE BOWER A PRISON MAKE
I await my fate, wondering will my heart heal
Will I from my ongoing pity…soon awake
penned 5 February 2017
CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR YELLING LIAR IN A CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, infant child and me
We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need to possess a lot of fortitude
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly I thought the battle was done
Yet and still Suede arose and I just wanted us to run
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung as a component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power is he who wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
The police assure us that they will find her, yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood
All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim
And that’s virtually all we can remember of him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were broken souls and both our hearts were horrendously hurt
Because there are too many inhabitants on this paltry planet who gave birth to the “Amber
Alert”
© 2011.….Poefree
It reeked upon entering
Like nothing i'd smelled before
thinking about it now
renders my Bloodhound to a Washout.
There we stood, waiting on what?
Nurses in casual clothing pranced by the one-couch room
I was staring at my Pop-Pop's white and blue's
The one with the emblem on the Back and Lapel.
A man appeared, being escorted by one of these "Nurses"
When my eyes fixated on him
He looked like a man with a rough face, weathered.
But actions began speaking louder than my observations.
Such an immature grown-up, I thought,
Playing with toys too young for even me.
Mother and grandparents treated him
as an infant, though no cradle could hold.
They sat and spoke of Michaelangelo
While he and I were on similar wavelengths
Which I liked.
They spoke of him before and how
"Special" he was, and being a
child, I had no idea of the "special" they spoke of.
"Special" to them meant different, beyond the realm of the accustomary norm.
I recall his strength to have been alien, if not super-human.
Shook hands like S.I.D.S.
Needed a breaking stick just to loosen this mans grip
He had no idea what he was or supposed to be. He was He.
I was both scared and intrigued
but too young for such dialect
I never saw the man again
But i remember our eyes met.
And they had a dialogue of their own
hello. goodbye.
and at the end of our visual conversation
I knew he was of my blood.
Poor, patriotic Samuel Lelune
welcomed November's Thanksgiving new moon
Snarfed turkey non-stop, onward from noon
ascended to heaven ~ human hot-air balloon
It’s like waiting for God,
oh so much. Yet why,
oh why so long?
Clocks move so slowly as I watch,
yes, watch my wrist, too, oh so long,
so long the clock, the watch,
the clock, the watch.
Yet strangely, irritably,
the time – the time that
seemed so long – has gone,
gone so swiftly,
passed into the past.
Time that was pre-noon,
is now post-noon; aye, now,
for morning has shifted, never to be
seen, smelt, heard, felt.
Gone, for now once more
becomes then; aye, then.
But there will be another.
Oh God, oh yes.
Oh God, oh indeed.
(Dec 2021)
someone rapped on the window
in the evening
it was a star and it was bleeding
and it brough some strange parcel
with a note:
"Mandrake and an armoured elephant, for You."
- Samuel Rosenstock
after which there were fireworks in the bedroom
and that’s how the dreams are born, if I’m right.
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/dedication-of-samuel
A graceful time of ruling
Appointed judge
Ruler of the people, keeper of the land
In a place of promise, Israelites reside
As the year draws near, voyage to Shiloh
Called to worship, offer your sacrifice
Here Hannah would pray
To grant her a son, Lord have your way
A solemn request
To ask of God, an answered prayer
Arrival of Samuel, so to dedicate
From a time of birth, till weaning transpired
His time had come
A due journey to the high-priest
Reflections of the temple
Eli saw she had prayed
A promise fulfilled
Clad in garments of white
Peace be still
Samuel shall stay, Samuel shall serve
In the ministry of the temple
Of valued worth
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
God speaks in His word of many things
but there's one word that always repeats
showing the importance God has for it
obedience is that word He loves to greet
God is delighted when we obey Him
for obedience glorifies His mighty name
no amount of sacrifices will suffice
a humble obedient saint is His aim
God hates sin like nothing else
for disobedience to God is truly sin
revealing a heart full of rebellion
needing divine forgiveness to enter in
God's voice speaks to the human heart
convicting to convert that sinning soul
revealing how deep sin penetrates
but grace goes further healing that hole
God loves us to trust and obey
showing our love is faithfully true
being happy in Jesus is so fulfilling
God's will is the best you can do
(And Samuel said,
“Has the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices,
as in obeying the voice of the Lord?
Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice,
and to listen than the fat of rams.
For rebellion is as the sin of divination,
and presumption is as iniquity and idolatry.
Because you have rejected the word of the Lord,
he has also rejected you from being king.”)
1 Samuel 15: 22-23 (ESV)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude
I fail to coerce the pleasures
of the angular hushed cast that
repose near secret abundance,
an army of cloudy measures.
They dance serenely against less
modest logging near its silence
defense, encountering seizure
as my statuesque poise digress.
Overwhelmed, stood diminutive
in a soundless spread of leisure
as a mime wall layout treasures
of a speechless contributive.
The shadowed wall rises and sinks,
as one tongue-tied formed forty winks,
the whole functionality blinks,
an inaudible show methinks.
Tis unbearable to witness,
pray tell my savior cometh to
provoke a feather to fall and
perplexes an analysis.
I reveal my lamentation
of it intuitively stunned,
the fluffiness whisked e'er so soft
facing the wood-grained foundation.
Creating such a disturbance
of natural elements oft
space and time, that its sheer purpose
o'er the grain gave an appearance.
Twas newsworthy, the faintest hint,
proffered my initial imprint,
that the perceptiveness blueprint,
was a micro-captive reprint.
2020 February 17
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
3. A hasty glance and still my heart leaped up - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Rhyme Scheme;
abca, dced, feaf, hhhh, abca, dced, feaf, hhhh.
Howmanysyllables;
32 lines x 8 syllables per = 256 syllables total
(Shakespearean)
The brothers lie beneath a bloodied earth
with thousands more to join them there;
the mighty ark of God is stripped of worth,
and lies in hands of hostile men of war.
As Eli's priestly house is crumbled down;
his heart is crushed, his sons he cannot mourn.
he sinks from stature, prophet of renown,
"I've loved him from my youth; my soul is torn.
"Yet I must judge this sinful people well,
in sorrow low they seek the Father's voice
and I must quell the fear which seems to swell
a prophet's tongue is now their one true choice.
"An oath will stand, that not one word shall fall
into this cruel land, without God's call."
*I Samuel, Chapters 1 through 7