Best Taylor 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.)
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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
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Cleo and Liz Taylor were known as beauteous queens...
bathed bodies in milk to entice men on-and- off screens
Caesar, Mark and Richard B. fought for these rare roses
… truth is, them dames had pimply chins and pointed noses
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(( for Catie Lindsey's "You Who...Yo" Contest ))
Sammy Taylor was a good kid, as everyone could see
He was destined for greatness unknown to you and me.
From the hills of West Virginia, a place called Whittlers’ Bend.
He left one day in ’66 never to return again.
Folks all remember Sammy for the goodness in his soul.
A smile and sparkle in his eyes glittered just like gold.
Sammy considered all the people as family to him.
When he was called to fight for peace in a place called simply, 'Nam'.
He grew up a hunter and loved his fishin’ too
So things the outdoors offered Sammy weren’t all that new.
‘Nam' was not the West Virginia Mountains that he knew.
The morning he woke up on a hill called 14 Blue.
Charlie had been active there just the day before
And signs that he was very close could not be ignored.
While all remained quiet throughout that August day
Little did anybody know that night would bring hell to pay.
It was just about a quarter to three, and all was strangely quiet,
When the chatter of an M16 broke the silence of the night.
There was a pop and then a flare gave vision to the night….
A voice was heard to say, “Charlie’s on his way and he’s coming here to fight.”
Now, Sammy had already seen his share of hell on earth
And Charlie’s demons gave him one more chance to prove his worth.
A dedicated VC soldier was always an awesome foe
But nothing will surpass the courage Sammy would soon show.
Sammy found himself in front of an insane VC charge
He barely had the time to yell, “They’re comin’, Look Out, Sarge!”
A VC grenade proved to be his last courageous test
When a West Virginia mountain boy covered it with his chest.
Now, there’s a house in Whittlers’ Bend with a medal on a wall.
But the plaque hanging there beside it cannot tell it all---
How Sammy Taylor went outside, one morning, just to play,
Then, some years later, gave his all, in a place so far away.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13
Written By John Posey
05/18/13
Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"?Was it a snitch that the police trusted? We must,and it is a "Duty" of "Justice" to leave no stone unturned!Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"? The Police on that day caused real "Harm",and that is a real true fact,and that is true and perfectly exact!That was a terrible act! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"? Who would do that? We who care must leave no stone unturned!"Justice is not always exact,but "Justice does ,and can see the real facts! Who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"of "The Police"?Who would put their mother,father,sister,brother,grand daddy,grand mother,girl friend,boy friend in "Harms Way"? We who care must not leave any stone unturned.The Lord God Almighty sits on the Throne,and never leaves any stone unturned for any as we all will face him on the day of judgement for the good and the evil that we have done in this life. God leaves no stone unturned! We really want to know who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way" of "The Police"on that terrible day for "Democracy"and The U.S.A.and for Liberty and Justice for us all? "The Police"came and they did cause ""Unjustifiable Harm"!"Justice must act to "Justify" itself or "Justice makes itself unjust"!Once all the stones have been turned then "Justice can be served to all of those who unjustly acted,and to those who put Breonna Taylor in "Harms Way"!Do they still give "The Electric Chair" in "The Great State of Kentucky"for "Unjustifiable Homocide"?Justice is always tendered with mercy in order for Justice to be Just"Motion To Indite by "The Grand Jury of "The Police and "The Boyfriend".Police=Self Defense with unjustifiable Homocide "Boyfriend=The first shot from a gun fired out of "fear". When the boyfriend fired the first shot he enabled "reckless endangerment and unjustifiable homocide .Rectless indangerment is "Being put in "Harms Way"!!!! Who really fired the first shot? Jistice can be served by finding out who fired the first shot to cause "Harms Way" to come into existance!!!Unjustifiable Homocide requires "Justice" to "ACT" ,no matter who fired the first shot so that "Justice Itself" can "Crush,Plow Over,and "Pulverize "Evil Flesh,Evil Spirits,Evil Minds,Evil Bodies,and Evil Souls.Will "The Grand Jury" "Act" to see all of "The Facts"? The "Motion is in Place"!!!!
Your voice melts my heart
Your smile makes me giddy
Your eyes warm my soul
Your touch gives me goose bumps
And I fall head over heels for you.
Taylor and Her Sailor - Limerick
There Once Was A Lady Named Taylor
Who Fell In Love With A Two-Timing Sailor
One Day, She Caught Him In The Act
Now ... That's Him On Cracker Jack !
For He's Either Lost At Sea or A Jump-Ship Traitor
Written & Copyrighted ©: 10/24/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
“Cerebral Palsy has not held me back,
I've not let it hold me back.” A footballer,
In past years on the England CP squad,
Ryan is a para-triathlon PT2 competitor.
In 2015 Ryan won the bronze medal,
ITU World Championships in Chicago,
And in 2016 in Buffalo City, the Worlds,
Ryan won the gold in 01:13:33, the title.
Then in Aguilas, Spain, at more Worlds,
He came second in a time of 01:13:31,
And at the Rotterdam World Champs,
Ryan came fifth in 01:12:57, much fun.
At Rio de Janeiro he finished sixth place,
His cerebral palsy affects his right side,
He uses with dexterity an adapted bike,
With left hand gears and brakes to glide.
Why yes, I dated Taylor Swift
And no, she didn't write a song on it
I'm not quite sure what that means
Unless it is she still likes me
That might be the explanation why
I catch her out of the corner of my eye
It makes perfect sense now I believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
When she found out that I like to rock
She went straight from Country into Pop
Any country bumpkin can plainly see
That Taylor still has eyes for me
When I'm out shopping at the Grocery store
And I catch her sneaking down isle 4
Taylor girl you can't fool me
Your not only here for the Pickled Beets
The other day my car dinged low on fuel
So I pulled in for Petro and to check the oil
You'll never guess who's pumping gas
Do you really even need to ask
And when it is I'm home alone
There's that ring of the late night call
With heavy breathing on the end of the phone
To the tune of Shake It Off
I'm a bit more worried than I am flattered
She seems these days Mad as a Hatter
Who after all this would not believe
That Taylor Swift is stalking me
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
There's always a house
Some weird vacant residence
Kids stay away from
Especially on certain nights
Those nights when the Moon is bright
Climbing those porch steps
Would take more than just courage
No child would risk it
It's the Taylor House Story
A tale both true and GORY!
The house I describe
Has three stories a long porch
And boarded windows
Except for one by the top gable
'Death's Door' so goes the fable
No boards on this one
No glass either just splinters
Three jagged sabres
It's said a boy in his teens
Stuck in his head - GUILLOTINED!
Now! On moonlit nights
Some still hear those awful thumps
The window comes down
THUMP! His head hits the roof THUMP!
Rolls on down hits the ground THUMP!
Well? To climb those steps?
It would be insanity
No child would risk it
A vision so full of dread
That thumping bouncing DEAD HEAD!
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
Miss Elizabeth Taylor
married everyone she met but Norman Mailer
Received many valentines day boxes
for she was sly as reddish foxes.
Princess Di met one nice guy
Having no idea he loved one who was married.
She is now an angel in the sky,
And he is with his soulmate, who looks quite harried.
One Day Barney Fife was practicing his quick draw.
He accidentally shot Thelma Lou, he broke the law.
Andy had no choice but to put Barney in jail.
But Andy let Barney out when he said he had a crop of marijuana to sell.
Barney offered Andy a fifty-fifty deal.
But Andy wanted it all, he decided to steal.
He shot poor Barney and dumped his body in Myers Lake.
Andy became furious when he learned the marijuana was fake.
The crop of marijuana turned out to be oregano.
Andy was arrested and jail was where he had to go.
Andy will be pounding rocks for the rest of his days.
The Sheriff soon learned that crime doesn't pay.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Opium was his mind bridge
It took him down to Xanadu.
Just think what Ecstasy would do.