Short Keats Poems

climbing Spanish steps in footsteps of Keats and Shelley...

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   Don't let poetry tear you apart

     Can't write like Keats ~ Who gives a fart...

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O-ne of John Keats' works
D-enotes varying line's length,
E-xalting the style.

Form: Haikustic...

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Truth is Beauty,
and Beauty 
God’s Truth;

for Beauty is
self-evident,
and True Beauty 
without question
Divine....

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Bark
fragments-
a quiver
tree begins to
age.

Ekphrasis after Bark as art by Katherins Keats -Shell Photo Comp 2006...

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Homer,Chaucer, Shakespeare, Keats, Eliot
Soyinka, Okigbo, Osundare
Now me, recycling human ideas...

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If Keats was right and beauty is truth
  —what lies of this world have we made

(University Of Pennsylvania: October, 2013)...

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In our poetic firmanent
Keats is a brightest star;
he died,he thought a failure-
history judges otherwise,
true poetics ,never dies...

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Poet& hymnist Michael Bruce
whose verse was rarely obtuse
In many ways a 'Keats in padallel'
dying too yoing of consumption   a well...

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John Keats qualified as a surgeon apothecary
before concocting his poetry
He also wrote ballads & odes
but sonnets were his  favourite mode...

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fame,a fleeting flame-
                            oftimes burns,those ahead of the game


Inspired by John Keats poem'ON Fame' see my blog today...

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J-ust
O-btain
H-is
N-otable

K-nowledge
E-njoying
A-uthor's
T-errific
S-cripts

Topic: Birthday of poet John Keats (October 31) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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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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This love,unconsummated,is left
upon our lips.in poems few,
sweet words of passion,bereft-
contenetment,neither knew


Bright Star -Story of Fanny Brawne&John Keats see the movie for more...

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Dick the dog dangles his balls for all to see.
I greet him on the way.
"How they hanging Dick?"
The question is rhetorical.
"Bark once if I smell immortal."
Dick pisses on my leg
while his owner speaks of Keats....

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Emotions Contain Mortality

My emotions contain much mortality,
And found to be in a fatalistic finality;
Now not near;
Did disappear;
Forever becoming formidable fatality.

Jim Horn

Still reading John Keats....

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Am reading John Keats right now.

Death Fearing and Is Nearing

Final death did find myself fearing;
Approaching and now it is nearing;
Impact direct;
Also, correct;
Life's existence was disappearing.

Jim Horn...

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Poet Kitty

Longing words of love poet kitty will inspire
His soulful meows set her passions afire
Channeling Keats and Byron
He’s her purring siren
Poet kitty, you’re a marvel we so greatly admire
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Bountiful banquets served by the mind 
Keats, Poe and Frost once sat and dined  
Men pick up their pens and find  
Voices that have need to say 
Reverie holds sway   
Soon verses display  
Ponderings  
Here and
Now....

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 cuckoo's sweet warbling
across the woods and meadows
it's gently wafting —
as the lilts caress my ears,
I look for Keats' Nightingale

October.31.2022

A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest...

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Poet’s see beyond the cosmos
that’s why they’re revered
Poet’s leave the final time zone
past and future cleared
Poet’s bow to one volition
high above the clouds
Poet’s live in love’s reflection
— beauty to enshroud

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024) 
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Near John Keats House

Drinking your coffee
And sipping your beer
Alone and palely loitering, 
Sleeping on the Heath
Near Beauty-Truth's dream, 
Going nowhere
But, alas, no where to go, 
I go up to the Public Baths at noon
And come down to eye your women....

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  Byron and Shelley have nothing on me
    Even Wordsworth is jealous, I hear
  Keats and Coleridge, they move me not
    Their imagery so drab and so drear

  In my room at my desk
    I am King of my Castle
  Now all that remains is
    to pen poems that dazzle...

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you cannot calculate my legacy in monetary value 
or in market shares
neither in some property
nor anything tangible

I leave you my soul
recorded in poetry
and thoughts
I share
with those of you with an ear for the essence of me
but unlike Keats not have my name written in water...

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Whether it's acrostic, limerick, ballad, ballade, or autobiographical,
Keats, Byron, Blake, or Heaney,
that is just a tiny,
part of the magical, mistical, phenomenal world of poetry and prose,
you won't be able to get your nose,
out of our great poets poetry or prose,
join our magical world of the great unknown....

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