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My Time Machine Visits

If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.

As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if

Categories: coleridge, books,
Form: Narrative

Coleridge Had it Right

Wailing for her demon lover, Coleridge had it right
A masterful poet, his words are ominous, not light.
Did he have his own sweet love? Was she a secret too?
Gothic ideas of mystery swirl around my brain in blue.

Coleridge was a master; his work keeps me on the edge.
His imagery on the brink of pushing me just

Categories: coleridge, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme

Reminiscence of Coleridge


"Memoir for a listener's ear."

                                Quote by Brian Strand


Let me share a reminiscence of Coleridge's life with you . . .

Categories: coleridge, in memoriam, tribute,
Form: Spoken Word

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Emagi Coleridge Time

S T Coleridge 'TIME REAL & IMAGINARY' 


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Categories: coleridge, poems, time,
Form: Shape

Clerihew Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Colleridge of some poetic intellect
sadly his health he could not protect
Opium became a daily habit
ruining hismarriage his  life quite a bit

Categories: coleridge, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew

Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude

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

Categories: coleridge, allegory, analogy, silence,
Form: Rhyme

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Categories: coleridge, anger, art, dedication, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme

Your Friendship To Me

I would not use, words of hyperbole,
To describe you, my friend.
As i am not WORDSWORTH,
To explain your heart and your beauteous forms.
I do lack the Imagination of KEATS,
To gracefully praise your songs.
Nor have I achieved the vision of COLERIDGE,
To see past your earthly charms.
Oh dear! , I am just an ordinary guy,
who at his lonely

Categories: coleridge, appreciation, friendship, friendship love,
Form: Free verse

My Obsession With Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, depressed since his father passed when he was ten.
Friendships with William Wordsworth and Robert Southey off and on again.
Literary critic, philosopher, theologian and poet whom I adore.
Wrote my favorite poem “Kubla Kahn” when he was a depressed poet of twenty-four.
His poetry so lyrically delightful, and supernaturally insightful.
The fact he was an opium

Categories: coleridge, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse

The Poets Pluck- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

Categories: coleridge, pain, passion,
Form: Quatrain

Amendment To Coleridge - a Feghoot

Before the Mariner grew old, and sailed upon the wave,
He had a wife, a daughter too... she drove him to his grave!
T'was not the Albatross that cursed this man who rode upon the foam,
Before all that his life was worse - with tales of ribbon, brush and comb.

His daughter, see, had bright red locks. She

Categories: coleridge, daughter, father, word play,
Form: Rhyme

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Opium was his mind bridge
It took him down to Xanadu.
Just think what Ecstasy would do.

Categories: coleridge, funny,
Form: Clerihew