Short Tennyson Poems
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Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson
with tetrameter(ABBA) had much fun
Gifted with wordplay he was blest
'In Memorium' at his best
Bankers daughter Jean Ingelow
Tennyson &Browning she got to know
Her novels were very telling
but her poesy had archaic spelling
Alfred Tennyson was created a Lord
but his poetry ever strikes a chord
He suffered an emotional blow
when fellow poet-rebel.Hallam was laid low
‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu
Tennyson Thundered
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
Salutes … Six-Hundred
Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
When all was certainly said and done,
Wrote “Better to have loved and lost…,”
Perhaps that was the bar he crossed.
written October 12, 2021
Clairibel
Mariana
Timbuktu
Lord Alfred Tennyson
poet loved by my favorite poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge
charge of the light brigade
my husband’s favorite poem
“theirs is not to reason why”
In the shadow of her tears
flowers refuse to blossom,
the world is faded to gray
without power to delight,
she is half-sick of shadows*~
then his smile like the sunrise!
*”Lady of Shalott”, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1842
Tis August, organics abound,
tomatoes juicy and round,
potatoes new dug from the ground,
among the delights to be found.
But best is the lowly shallot.
Queen of the oniony rabble
over it M'Lady did babble,
this oft neglected vegtable,
which Tennyson never forgot.
Infant Poet
I heard the sweetest cry: “Jack Ellison!”
Soon after birth of Joe my Cherubim Son
That bestowed bliss and not sorrow-
A symbol for a judicious tomorrow
Evocative of erstwhile Lord Tennyson!
** With the Wise Poet, Jack Ellison, in mind. (A Limerick)
JM
19th Oct’ 2013
Those who would rid our schools curriculum
Of Kipling n' Tennyson,
Are damned and stupid thieves
Robbing theirselves and their charges
Of, the poetry and history, that
History does contain.
And with it goes, the wisdom of ages
Beyond reason,
Undreamt of, in a present devoid
Of,
Curiosity and understanding.
From Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
From Eileen M Ghali's Monoku in Poetry Soup: August 6, 2014
It's better NOT to have loved and lost than always to remember a paradise gone.
.
Please
this poet doth press
‘pon the you
compare me not
with
Catullus
Tennyson
Whitman
or
Frost
Mine write is mine right
Like it or not
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
A WORDS WORTH
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
| Year Posted 2010
My father was an educator and a fine pianist
He was a composer - who set 8 of my poems to music
He loved the romantic poets
Especially Wordsworth and Tennyson
He put out a cultural news letter
He was disappointed that I did not become an attorney
Poets rarely make the money that lawyers do
There have been lawyer/poets - Louis Zukofsky was one
I miss my father
I listened to Eddie Fischer sing "Oy,mine papa" the other day
and cried
I recite and read aloud,
wander, lonely as a cloud,
then emulate and create
as memory stimulates;
Swim against poetry's tide
therein,an enigma hide,
perhaps,a step too far,with
Tennyson,crossing the bar;
I dream on Will's sonnet verse,
figuratively,sweet and terse,
lazing life away,with songs
compared to a summer's day.
To conjure an opening line
ever,remembered,as mine.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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Half the course, half the course,
Half the course finished
Each one all in, to the end
Run the relentless
Forward the runners bold!
Charge the vic’try arch—their goal
Each one all in, to the end
Run the relentless
Challenges to the right of them,
Challenges to the left of them,
Challenges in front of them
Still they are fearless
No need to ask them why
They’ll give you no reply
Spirit you can’t deny
Each one all in, to the end
Run the relentless
Have you no tongue? So faint of heart?
Go tell her there's no other
so wonderful, and that apart,
so very like her mother!
Declare your hand, say it out loud
and never mind the lingo.
Why hide your ardor in a cloud?
She'll be yours, by jingo!
"Ich liebe dich!," "O, je t'adore!"
"ik hou van jou!," " b'hubuk!"
But when you're prostrate on the floor?
And when she shows you to the door?
Don't lose your nerve, or run amuck,
read Tennyson for better luck.
Listen to poem:
So you return on silver wheels,
and the wheels are faster
than I remember them.
What memories you bring,
what joy,
what heartache, Brenda.
I had forgotten you 'til now,
but silver wheels still squeal
at the far side of my brain.
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"And thee returning on thy silver wheels" -
from "Tithonus", by Alfred Tennyson.
6/8/2016
Contest - Your own favorite poem
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
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In-between our realm and others,
there are doors,
portal’s leading to things unseen;
unknown to the mortal realm.
Take a quantum leap
and meet yourself,
a doppelganger of you.
Ride a train with famed spirits
long gone from our reality;
Shakespeare, Poe, Tennyson or Keats.
Meditate and transcend your body;
gather with your, past selves.
Real living is not about the physical;
it’s about the soul.
7-22-2021
Doors Of Opportunity
Anthony Biaanco