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When Dark Reality Demands A Poet Writes Using Imagination As A Release
Blog Posted:4/4/2020 9:58:00 AM
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Beware, Nightmarish Dreams Are Oft By Raven Sent
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)


When incantations stoke fiery embers,
eerie nights, their sounds roust to remember
ghosts of yesteryears, so birthed to dark play
within nightmarish dreams, as monsters slay.

Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.

When whisperings through low wailing mists creep
into lonely aches that seep in so deep
coldest chills falling from moaning skies
fail to dampen those horrid muffled cries.

Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.

When cursing voice eats away lighted glow
and within fated views, a wicked show
brings echoing screams asking out the why
mercy leaves and the innocent must die?

Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.

When blackest of night stabs as its hours wane
into ghoulish dreams and anguishing pain
one must pray for dawn's shine and light of day
to slay Raven's black-spirit sent to play.

Around barren halls and into the den.
Are long lost souls of battle fallen men.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-22-2019
Dark Rhyme, ( A dedication to poetic imagination and Master Poe )
Dark Rhyme, ( When Night's Disturbing Echoes Waken Tired Souls )

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She A Dream Raven, Ghost Of Ill Repute,
(In Tribute To Edgar Allen Poe)

In truth, an angry Raven full of bile
She a she-devil, a nightmarish dream
her touching wicked and her laughter vile
evil her style, lies flowing in her streams!

She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.

Hidden blades her claws and beauty her face
blindness her tool, shadows her false mirage
creeping down halls, your true sight to erase
smile on her face, your desires to massage!

She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.

Only friends, her hideous demon pets
in squads answering her dark tempting calls
creating scenes of lust, topping all bets
as greed and sin besets, your honor falls!

She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.

Destroyer of peace, at wrecking your all
her voice enchanting, its power so sweet
she a murdering beast, with bloody paws
ending dark calls, before dawn's glow you meet!

She a dream Raven, ghost of ill-repute,
from Hell's first haven, where torture reboots.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2020
Dark Rhyme, ( A dedication to poetic imagination and Master Poe )
Dark Rhyme, ( When Peaceful Dreams Are Besieged By A Raven's Calls )


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When Dark Reality Demands A Poet Writes Using Imagination As A Release

I am now so sick and tired of the current coverage and overwhelming
non-stop Corona virus at every turn. I decided to write using poetic
imagination as a vehicle and as a soothing release from the tragic,
darken times that we are all now going through. With the subject matter
the fantastic, imaginative works of Edgar Allen Poe- I've chosen to give
tribute to this famous poet genius. A man that surely had his "demons"
far, far more than his fair share of heartbreak and disappointments in
life. And even controversy on the true cause of his death.
I hope that this this blog can be a diversion from the dark, scary world
that is now casting doom and gloom as its most unwanted gift to the world.
Poems are now presented separately on my homepage...
See my new blog on this, with additional information..
God bless,you, the one, and the all.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2020

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Edgar Allan Poe
1809–1849
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On January 19, 1809, Edgar Allan Poe was born in Boston, Massachusetts. Poe's father and mother, both professional actors, died before the poet was three years old, and John and Frances Allan raised him as a foster child in Richmond, Virginia. John Allan, a prosperous tobacco exporter, sent Poe to the best boarding schools and later to the University of Virginia, where Poe excelled academically. After less than one year of school, however, he was forced to leave the university when Allan refused to pay Poe's gambling debts.

Poe returned briefly to Richmond, but his relationship with Allan deteriorated. In 1827, he moved to Boston and enlisted in the United States Army. His first collection of poems, Tamerlane, and Other Poems, was published that year. In 1829, he published a second collection entitled Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems. Neither volume received significant critical or public attention. Following his Army service, Poe was admitted to the United States Military Academy, but he was again forced to leave for lack of financial support. He then moved into the home of his aunt Maria Clemm and her daughter Virginia in Baltimore, Maryland.

Poe began to sell short stories to magazines at around this time, and, in 1835, he became the editor of the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond, where he moved with his aunt and cousin Virginia. In 1836, he married Virginia, who was thirteen years old at the time. Over the next ten years, Poe would edit a number of literary journals including the Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and Graham's Magazine in Philadelphia and the Broadway Journal in New York City. It was during these years that he established himself as a poet, a short story writer, and an editor. He published some of his best-known stories and poems, including "The Fall of the House of Usher," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," and "The Raven." After Virginia's death from tuberculosis in 1847, Poe's lifelong struggle with depression and alcoholism worsened. He returned briefly to Richmond in 1849 and then set out for an editing job in Philadelphia. For unknown reasons, he stopped in Baltimore. On October 3, 1849, he was found in a state of semi-consciousness. Poe died four days later of "acute congestion of the brain." Evidence by medical practitioners who reopened the case has shown that Poe may have been suffering from rabies.

Poe's work as an editor, a poet, and a critic had a profound impact on American and international literature. His stories mark him as one of the originators of both horror and detective fiction. Many anthologies credit him as the "architect" of the modern short story. He was also one of the first critics to focus primarily on the effect of style and structure in a literary work; as such, he has been seen as a forerunner to the "art for art's sake" movement. French Symbolists such as Mallarmé and Rimbaud claimed him as a literary precursor. Baudelaire spent nearly fourteen years translating Poe into French. Today, Poe is remembered as one of the first American writers to become a major figure in world literature.

Selected Bibliography

Poetry

Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827)
Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems (1829)
Poems (1831)
The Raven and Other Poems (1845)
Eureka: A Prose Poem (1848)

Fiction

Berenice (1835)
Ligeia (1838)
The Fall of the House of Usher (1839)
Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque (1939)
Murders in the Rue Morgue (1841)
The Black Cat (1843)
The Tell-Tale Heart (1843)
The Purloined Letter (1845)
The Cask of Amontillado (1846)
The Oval Portrait (1850)
The Narrative of Arthut Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1850)

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Edgar Allan Poe
1849 "Annie" daguerreotype of Poe
1849 "Annie" daguerreotype of Poe
Born Edgar Poe
January 19, 1809
Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.
Died October 7, 1849 (aged 40)
Baltimore, Maryland, U.S.
Alma mater University of Virginia
United States Military Academy
Spouse Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe
(m. 1836; d. 1847)
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Edgar Allan Poe (/po?/; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, poet, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and of American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country's earliest practitioners of the short story. He is also generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction.[1] Poe was the first well-known American writer to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.[2]

Poe was born in Boston, the second child of actors David and Elizabeth "Eliza" Poe.[3] His father abandoned the family in 1810, and his mother died the following year. Thus orphaned, the child was taken in by John and Frances Allan of Richmond, Virginia. They never formally adopted him, but he was with them well into young adulthood. Tension developed later as Poe and John Allan repeatedly clashed over debts, including those incurred by gambling, and the cost of Poe's education. Poe attended the University of Virginia but left after a year due to lack of money. He quarreled with Allan over the funds for his education and enlisted in the United States Army in 1827 under an assumed name. It was at this time that his publishing career began with the anonymous collection Tamerlane and Other Poems (1827), credited only to "a Bostonian". Poe and Allan reached a temporary rapprochement after the death of Allan's wife in 1829. Poe later failed as an officer cadet at West Point, declaring a firm wish to be a poet and writer, and he ultimately parted ways with Allan.

Poe switched his focus to prose and spent the next several years working for literary journals and periodicals, becoming known for his own style of literary criticism. His work forced him to move among several cities, including Baltimore, Philadelphia, and New York City. He married his 13-year-old cousin, Virginia Clemm, in 1836, but Virginia died of tuberculosis in 1847. In January 1845, Poe published his poem "The Raven" to instant success. He planned for years to produce his own journal The Penn (later renamed The Stylus), but before it could be produced, he died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849, at age 40. The cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to disease, alcoholism, substance abuse, suicide, and other causes.[4]

Poe and his works influenced literature around the world, as well as specialized fields such as cosmology and cryptography. He and his work appear throughout popular culture in literature, music, films, and television. A number of his homes are dedicated museums today. The Mystery Writers of America present an annual award known as the Edgar Award for distinguished work in the mystery genre.

Tyr-Ziu Saxnot
07-19-2020, 09:23 AM
Now At Last Into Hell's Dungeon He Was Cast,
The First Battle, (Part One)

From devil's cup black Stygian waters he drank
from that first morbid hellish gate further he sank
into a turbulent and malignant abyss
a victim of that hideous she-devil's kiss
his mission to deceive and gain lover's reprieve
to become the hero some would never believe.

Now at last into hell's dungeon he was cast
among a devil's black mass, would his courage last
hearing evil sounding bells, and black magic spells
stepping on dead and dying, O' the rotting smells
bravely walking towards that torture chamber door
his goal a rescue of his beloved Lenore.

No Paean dirge could ever shatter his shuttering urge
to return to land of life and world's flooding surge
leaving behind hideous sights burning his mind
onward in haste, his Lenore he was there to find
a moment, a cowardly thought, not to be caught
he boldly overcame such fear as he was taught.

Through massive iron door there on dank, filthy floor
bound in heavy chains, this precious love, Lenore
weeping in dire distress, in bloody ripped dress
accused of sins she could she never confess
suddenly from down the hall, came that fierce-some call
Raven shouting, come this outing, let have a ball!

Like a shot, he yelled, Raven, give all you got
I have no dread, shall slay you instead, watch you rot
from the pungent black, Raven began to attack
battle raged, of time both combatants lost track
came a mighty moan and Raven had away flown
hero had won and such brilliant prowess thus shown.

Robert J. Lindley,
presented 7/19/2020


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