Best Shelley Poems

Shelley
(The Birth of Science Fiction)

I. 
Young Shelley at Eton imbibed the mystique
Of science romanticized into extremes:
He gave his poor tutor a shock and a shriek—
Electric jolt!—eliciting screams.

II.
Explosives and fire-balloons were his joy,
Chemicals tainting his fingers and arms,
Steam engine blew-up—(another mere toy).
Mad Shelley continually causing alarms

III....

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Shelley—Romantic Visionary  
 
Maestro-Romanticus-Supremus
Percy Bysshe Shelley
One Heaven, One Hell
Promise of a later birth.

About a little soul
Epipsychidion
One immortality, one annihilation
Wilderness of this Elysian earth.

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 5, 2015 (Double Dactyl)...

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Mary Shelley was born to a woman’s rights advocate.
Her mother Mary Wollstonecraft died when Mary was two weeks old.
Her father raised her to be independent like her mother.
This was in the early 1800’s, so an odd practice at this time.

Mary fell in love with a...

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My best friend Moved Away

Shelley Sjolseth moved away
My best friend with eyes blue gray
Had a crazy basement house
Sneaked as quiet as a mouse
Shelley played the games I like 
Hiked and had a shiny bike
Shelley, Shelley, miss you so
Where in this big world did you go?...

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From my Blog:
Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words

(1.)

Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake at the break of day with a groan
the smooth mirror no lies dares to tell
truth seen by these eyes rings...

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Shelley the cockatoo went to the zoo
She made a lot of new friends 

When Shelley got home
she roared like a lion 
She snored like a bear
She fell asleep in her favorite chair 

She smiled as she slept
Many memories to be kept
The lion the bears the...

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At eighty-seven well past my prime
Can you believe it no long can rhyme
Even Shelly and Keats
Have hung up their cleats
Each had hoped for a life more sublime...

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I heard a poem by Shelley,
I heard it on the telly;
a sweet reminisce
about one missed kiss;
my knees just turned to jelly....

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NN:
"Gemini, in light of the following assessment of Percy Bysshe's Shelley verbal and/or literary IQ and level of poetic intelligence and giftedness by you (from another conversation), how much higher than 175 IQ is my verbal and/or literary IQ judging from my eleven poems that...

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Here is someone who is worthy of all the grace,
Let me describe his glory before his name gets erased,
The Pharaoh Ozymandias of Egypt,
Who was even worthy of Shelley's praise.

He has done a lot I feel,
Even though I cannot see his real reel,
I am sure he...

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Poet Percy Bysshe Shelleyys
a bit of a rebel was he
A tragic bio truth to tell
drowning in his boat 'Ariel'...

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My inner dialogue speaks to me.

Like music, it inspires my creativity.

One hundred words swirling in my mind.

It makes me dizzy, as I try to unwind.

Will my name go down in history?

Along with Frost, Poe & Shelley?

They are my masters of the verse.

Prose is my passion...

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Hardly in her dotage, Mary Shelley was only nineteen
when she composed the character/monster, Frankenstein.
I could connect the dots of many a tragic scene,
but we’d be here all night, I must streamline.

She eloped at seventeen with the poet P.B. Shelley, 
Mary’s step sister introduced them to...

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Spans (Inspired by Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias")

If one pursues the desert, smooth and vast,
They will not glimpse the history buried there.
The monuments constructed did not last,
Save by poet’s pen upon paper.

A fixèd mast protruding from the spans;
The endless stream of time will wear all down,
Like flowing...

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Take the dead;
use their parts
to make a wretch,
this morbid art—
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
You are to blame
for the deadness
in your heart.

Great scientists
applaud you,
what— because you
play a god!
Frankenstein, Frankenstein!
Broad paths
are better
left untrod.

Look in the mirror;
See the true beast!
You are the nightmare
stealing your sleep!
Oh, Frankenstein;
The self is the
monster that haunts
you—haunts...

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