Shelley Poems

OZYMANDIAS- THE PHARAOH MADE IMMORTAL BY SHELLEY

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 was praised well,
Even by the worthy poet for that- I

Heir on Fire

Heir on Fire
by Michael R. Burch

I wanted to be Shelley’s heir,
Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire.
Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair?

I went to work—pale, laden with care:
why wouldn’t the words do as I aspired,
when I wanted to Keats’s heir? 

My verse seemed neither here nor there.
How the hell did Sappho tune her lyre?
And

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

The Poetic Genius of Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 you have already critiqued for me in this conversation? I

Frankenstein's Monster

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 me.

Shelley and Keats

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

Mary Shelley Outrageous Woman

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 married poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley.
His wife committed suicide when Mary

Emagi Shelley

SHELLEY Poetical Essay




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Clerihew Shelley

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

Connecting the Dots

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 her lover, Lord Byron.
The two poets formed a friendship with

Of Byron, Keats and Shelley, a Few Words

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 loud sorrow's bell
vanity's praise to break illusion's spell
embedding with red-hot

Spans

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 sand within an hourglass,
For colors mix inexorably to brown.
So irony

Shelley the Cockatoo

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 monkeys
and giraffes 
Will wait until next time for many more

Inner Dialogue

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 & pain is my curse.

Shelley-Romantic Visionary

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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