Short Yeats Poems

William Butler Yeats
respected as one of the greats Awarded
Awarded a Nobel prize
being tone deaf  is a surprise...

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For Jack  B Yeats
sibling fame was his sad fate
An illustrator was his particular art
also a poet for the main part...

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W B Yeats 'SECOND COMING'

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        oo.ooam               eta
         AD0000               TBC...

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Dress
me 
O Lord
each new morn
in your attire-
to rescue others from the mire

Inspired by W B Yeats pem entitled 'He wishes for the clothes of heaven'...

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W B Yeats ' The Wheel'

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W-uhan
I-nfection's
L-ethal
L-ink
I-n
A-larming
M-orbidity

B-rutally
U-ses
T-he
L-ungs
E-mploying
R-abidity's

Y-ucky
E-eriness
A-nd
T-errible
S-pread

Topic: Birthday of poet William Butler Yeats (June 13) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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Come ,step into my head
words,ready to be read
like music ,comes and goes
and shifting colurs ,flow;

Write,then change,and scratch out,
begone,away with doubt;
Come.listen to my choice
to then discern my voice.

Note Title derived from Yeats quote about poetry....

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I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree.
But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see.
I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin
with a bunch a bees a-blabbin'
and nine rows of beans, and that doesn't really interest me.
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W B Yeats ' WINDING STAIRCASE              
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   [ stair ]
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Just like that, the wind lost its breath; 
the natural vibrato of the ocean's waves became an elegy, 
and only the light from midnight stars pulsed 
as your heart slipped away.

In the century of quiet, that filled the empty moment, 
"They understood that wisdom comes of beggary."







from "The Seven Sages" by W.B. Yeats...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats


We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
 
 
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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Residence
 
...inspired by 'The New Faces' By W.B. Yeats
 
 
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint 
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats





We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,

and lend an air of mystery to paint 

and plaster peeling, thus exposed

when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint

uneasiness as new ones gather, pested

to hear our ghostly whisperings and may

have second thoughts, their courage tested;

were we not bolder occupants than they?...

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                                         In my wildest dream 
                                        A visit to isle of green
                                 Land of rain_rainbows_dreams

                                   Visit rock cliffs that inspired
                                 William Yeats and Oscar Wilde


Tanka Me A Dream
Contest by: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick...

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I raise my glass and pen to give a toast,
(For the all random thoughts that fill your sheets?)
No man, for poets that inspire me most,
Like Bryon, Whitman, Shelley, Keats and Yeats.
(Right! Your headache is driving you to boast.)
Long live also the poets labeled beats!
(Those prattling hacks make it even worse!)
Quiet! I say, or I’ll put you to verse!


01/09/2013
Written for the Poetry about Poetry Contest...

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Buson had his comb
and Pound, his blackened bough.
But I am no poet.

I do not rage. Rage
is not for me.
Inspiration does
not peer through my ribs.

I cannot talk of Michelangelo
Or tell of Grecian Urns. No,
Ozymandias has not looked upon
My works.

What I write will not
Stand up with the greats
Sadly, I am no
Neruda, Poe, or Yeats.

I just spend my time
Reading The Rime
And failing to create....

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Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas. 
Like Yeats I'm too too morose. 
My rhymes are more like Thomas 
And too little of the red red rose. 
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much; 
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid 
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush 
And always much too torpid. 
\So like Coleridge's albatross 
An Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat 
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross 
The grey matter just below your hat....

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Had I a duplicate of mine
I would surely go to town;
Confusing all authority,
I would boldly roam around.

Were there a duplicate of mine
I would surely see the A’s;
Seeing all there is to see,
I would satisfy my craze.

If only there was a duplicate
I would surely go today;
Over looking all formality,
I would enjoy the blessed day.





My very first poem written 39 years back:

Inspired by Yeats poem...

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After Yeats and Heaney,
you wonder when the new one
will come galloping 

out of Dublin or perhaps 
from yet another farm
but you won’t know

until you read the lines
and hear the music by someone 
you have never heard of.

If no one else is around
you’ll shout to the sleeping cat,  
here’s the new one!

and then sit back and listen 
to the words roll out, knowing  
a new world has been found.


Donal Mahoney...

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Like Ogden I dwell on llamas or lamas. 
Like Yeats I'm too too morose. 
My rhymes are more like Thomas 
And too little of the red red rose. 
\Like Shakespeare methinks too much; 
Like Dickinson I'm so so morbid 
And, of course, like Dylan a total lush 
And always much too torpid. 
\So like Coleridge's albatross 
And Thayer's Casey-at-the-bat 
I'll have to hope my thoughts will cross 
The grey matter just below your hat....

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inspired by and shamelessly ripped off of "Easter, 1916" by William Butler Yeats

I have heard from hushed voices
Of connections new and old
Underneath the light of the candle
About the table we were told.
About the retribution through blood
Brought on by discovery
Through a night in the pub
From a disillusioned companion
Around the fire at the club
A terrible beauty had been born
The revolution has begun
Where the motley was once worn...

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Yeats got it right--
the center will not hold.
We are falling apart and
know it not: what succor
will there be for the blind?

So evil plays out in furtive
hit and run, slaughtering
a movie theater, killing nine
in a church, rampaging 
through a kindergarten--but
their spirits are released to a 
world devoid of evil, hate,
while their killers have sadly
murdered their own souls,
damning them to a black
tormented darkness for
God knows how long....

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