Tennyson Poems

Maud

Torn skirt billowing behind you
like a parachute,
you fell,
           fell,
for the telescoped eternity
of two seconds.

The pond turned its blind eye
to the sky,
and the shuddering gate
swung shut.

No one was talking.

Next day, the sun stirred
the larkspur into bloom again.

A rambler saw the flattened weeds,
suspected a fox,
and poked around

CLERIHEW tennyson

Poet Laureate Alfred Tennyson
with tetrameter(ABBA) had much fun
Gifted with wordplay he was blest
'In Memorium' at his best

The Essence Of Song

A poet is a musician 
The instrument he/she plays are words
The heart of a musician is the essence of song 
So when Lord Alfred Tennyson defined
Poetry as “the rhythmical creation of beauty”
He felt, he heard, he composed the internal song
Presenting sound and content
In a style of it’s own
Creating mood inspiring a view
Painting a phrase a

Lord Alfred Tennyson

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”

Clerihew Tennyson

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

Tinkering With Tennyson

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

Flower In the Crannied Wall

It’s just like an intellectuallist
to tear creation from its little nest of stone,
thinking only if it rests in his hand,
if he can see all its white veins
will he grasp its mysteries. 

Maybe this is why he knows
Death
so well,
and God so little. 

Who, wanting a lover, seizes it out of life,
and lays its corpse in a

Deep As First Love, Wild As All Regret - Alfred Lord Tennyson

Deep as first love, 
   and wild as all regret - 
               Alfred Lord Tennyson

There is an aching in the heart
 slipping into tears that burn and tear apart
every fiber of your being
 so that the eyes are no

Crumlin, of a Sunday

The rain. Unrelenting.
Cats and dogs. 
The dreary architecture of the souless
 grey-brown urban landscape 
worthy of the matchstick man fella
But. Hopeful.
The smokers hunched by the bookies,
 beside the battlecruiser. Handy. 
A cosy camaraderie with a common denominator
No judgement; but wonder or at least inquisitiveness
I envy them; I'm not of their clan
They are the self determined

Far and Near

Wonders of the world abound
on our earthly stomping ground,
in the seven seas profound,
midst the heavens round us wound.

Images from reaches vast
by astronomers amassed
show in varicolored cast,
cosmic glories unsurpassed,

stories of the great immense,
begging questions why and whence,
scenes stelliferously dense,
bringing past to present tense.

Oh how tantalizing to
lose oneself in starry view
of galactic vision new
where a poet’s words

How the Brexit Light Brigade Gambolled Into the Wilderness

The Charge of Boris's Parliamentary Cohort of three hundred lawmakers


                I
Forward the light brigade!
Was there a dude dismayed?
Though most should have known
Cameron had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply!
Theirs not to reason why!
Theirs but to do or die!
Spurning the fear of

A Bliss Eternal An Ode To Tennyson

Dare I shed this skin, and heart and bone
neath this hollow shell, where the ecstasy of life
though death dwells,
a season for all time;
they pass as sand through the hourglass,
dripping down to melted months,
I feel as the slitted urn,
eased to deathly mirth

Be I that fain patron of death ---
that austere table set for my invincible demise,
I

My Plea-A Tennyson Phrasis

MY PLEA - a Tennyson Phrasis

By this still hearth I will drink
life to the lees.Much I have
known and seen..myself not least.
I am part of all that I have met,
yet how dull it is to pause to make
an end without this plea to thee.
From the eternal silence,something more..
a bringer of new things beyond the
utmost bound of

Sorry, Lord Tennyson

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

Ring Out, Wild Bells, To the Wild Sky (Ode To Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Ring Out, Wild Bells, to the Wild Sky
(Ode to Alfred Lord Tennyson)

Fair son of England whom I write
of saw not well; thus short of sight,
formed lines that in his head would lie.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild Sky.

Those lines (deep thoughts) - once written down -
rang out like church bells through a town
or birds,

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