John Dryden of poeting did espire
specializing in rimed satire
Categories:
dryden, poets,
Form: Couplet
John Dryden son of a country squire
as a puritan poet was not for hire
A virtuoso saturist quite a lot
losing the laureateship when his religion did stop
Categories:
dryden, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
"But love's a malady without a cure. ~ John Dryden"
Love is indeed a malady, greatest malady of all
Since birth we all whine for love
And exclusive love we want from others.
All for love wars have been fought,
endless crime happens
Acids are thrown, rapes occur, murder is done....
Many suffer from depression
But what is love?
How many of us are certain?
Selfish wish to be pampered obeyed and served when young
Selfish desire to acquire someone charming and good
Desire to be the most important in eyes of someone
Desire to be loved and cared
Is this love I ask?
Love is divine blissful feeling
Which is positive and joy giving
Deep desire to see someone happy
To serve that person the best of our ability
Without thinking of oneself
Absolutely no desire, wants, expectations
Only wishing to give without any desire to receive
Such is true love
Mostly parents exhibit it
In name of love, to acquire it
Millions are sad on earth
Love is indeed the greatest malady on earth.
Premier contest winner 6th position
Date: 10/14/2020
Contest Name Quotable
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Categories:
dryden, love,
Form: Free verse
Love's a malady without a cure - John Dryden
STILL IN MY HEAD
I tried; I really did,
To get you out of my head.
Told myself it wasn’t the end of the world.
Said I could live without you;
There were plenty more fish in the sea;
And all those other cliches
People use to give comfort.
Perhaps you were right, I thought,
Maybe you weren’t the girl for me.
But you were. I knew you were
“Just forget me,” you said as you walked away.
“You have your whole life ahead of you.”
And that’s what worries me.
My whole life without you.
I tried, I really did.
But love’s a malady without a cure
12th October 2020
Quotable Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina McIntosh
Categories:
dryden, love,
Form: Free verse
"Love is a lady for which there is no cure." John Dryden
Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Some endure a bitter pill.
They dare to love,
Seeking Heaven's benevolence.
But the pains of eros
Outweigh its gain.
Love is a malady for which there is no cure.
Alluring is the hope of pleasure.
For this a wounded soul will risk,
Seeking a glorious romance.
Though the heart breaks,
And the heart will never end.
Quotable Poetry Contest
October 10, 2020
Regina McIntosh
Categories:
dryden, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Her spirit longs to chase away the fools
Whose stilted words turn harvests into chaff,
And be alone than prize the empty rules
Which guide their lives and prompt the wise to laugh.
Though Shakespeare, Byron, Shelley, Coleridge, Keats,
Longfellow, Pope and Dryden are long dead,
She’d sooner delve into their metric feats
Than into minds whose dullness weighs like lead.
High praises are a kingly gift, but when
Her mind is numbed by frivolous display,
She leaves the sheep to their ordeal, and then
Ignores what clowns or braggarts care to say.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
dryden, humanity, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
"I had said, that some of our crew left their country on account of having been ruined by law; that I had already explained the meaning of the word; but he was at a loss how it should come to pass, that the lawwhich was intended for man's preservation, should be any man's ruin."
Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745) was a cousin of the poet Dryden
Rondelet: On the payroll
On the payroll
The law causes more misery
On the payroll
Than what puts people on the dole
All judges accept salary
Are lawyers born divinity
On the payroll
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Categories:
dryden, political, cousin,
Form: Dramatic Monologue