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    As New Lovers Wake To Meet Dawn's Awaiting Treasures

    Waking in Love's glory, he felt and said:

    With heart swollen, bursting with love for her
    with her sweet, wonderful smile gazing back
    With sun casting glow in her waking eyes
    with soft, tender words uttered as she rose
    With new adoration, his heart astir
    with teasing treasures seen at her bare pose
    With gentle touch, of that first morning's kiss
    with solemn vow, he shouted- "I Love You".


    Waking in Love's glory, she felt and said:

    With immense bliss, praying they never part
    with eager want, beating in loving heart
    With sight of his exiting hot shower
    with promise of his sexual power
    With true glory in new day's welcomed start
    within realm of his ivory tower
    With that gentle touch, that first honeyed kiss
    with soft solemn vow, she cried- "I Love You".

    R.J. Lindley
    April, 17th, 1973
    Rhyme, ( Romantic scene, first morn after Love's first sweet feast )

    Note: Presenting an old romantic piece.
    My second presentation of romance, passion and the treasures of love.
    This is a newly edited version of an old poem from forty-six years ago.


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    If Fated, Life Finds, Love Is Its Own True Reward


    If Fated hammer hits, are born of a God's wrath
    then perhaps universe does dance in its last throe
    as lost echoes sent down irreversible path,
    from morbid scenes, flown from a tragic Shakespeare's show.

    If Fated sorrow pains, are seeds from that God's grief
    then perhaps, our dark world resides in falling tears
    as seas within dimensions of love-torn relief,
    washing rocky shores, in waves of dark, mortal fears.

    If Fated by death's hand, cuts from a dark God's sword
    then perhaps, greatest promise is in its last gash
    as we are but a selfish, wicked fleshly horde,
    oft serving our greed, begging for more and more cash.

    If Fated last hours, are felt as Love's true reward.
    Then perhaps, we find life lived, was not too hard.


    Robert J. Lindley, 10/10/2019
    Sonnet, ( What Old Poet Thought While On A Dark Midnight Walk )

    Note- Last night I wrote a third romantic poem--but this morn my
    angry muse steered me into birthing this piece. We argued just which of the two to present today. She won by the power of dastardly and malevolent threats she made about when I sleep..
    Sleep, is something she claims she never has to do...... hmm.


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    I Wrote A Poem Today,Its Message True Words

    I wrote a poem today,its message true words
    banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
    in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
    curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
    I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
    banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.

    Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
    You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

    I cried that sad day,love-loss a great blow
    birthed saddest grey,bringing life low
    in epic pain found I, darkest of hell
    nothing left to gain,ours is a sad tale.
    Heard a rumor say,you are pretty still
    time to leave today,I write my last will.

    Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
    You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

    I wrote a poem today,its message true words
    banishing morbid grey,its echoes I heard
    in foreign tongues,set my heart aghast,
    curses darkly flung,deeds of my past.
    I heard a song play,its rhythm so true
    banished morbid grey,its dancing was you.

    Dear believe these words, our love was once true.
    You were my sweetheart,back when love was new.

    R.J. Lindley
    June 24th, 1979
    Rhyme, ( Love Lost, A Bridge Broken And Burnt To Ashes )
    (updated with minor editing-10-16-2019)

    Old Note, 6/24/1979-- Deleted...

    New Note: ""grey""- use is (4a)... (lacking cheer or brightness in mood,)
    https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/grey

    grey adjective
    less common spelling of GRAY
    1a: of the color gray
    b: tending toward gray
    blue-gray eyes
    c: dull in color
    2: having the hair gray : HOARY
    3: clothed in gray
    **** 4a: lacking cheer or brightness in mood, outlook, style, or flavor


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    Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
    Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)

    Syllables Per Line:
    10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 12 0 10 10
    Total # Syllables:180
    Total # Words: 136

    Note:
    In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
    A view once seen and a heart once broken,
    As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
    In its place, was accepted an evil token..........

    Where Leaps Hot Desires In Adoring Breast

    Here atop this majestic mountain crest,
    Amidst flying winds that soothe aching soul,
    Looking at earth, at Nature's very best,
    Where resides a force man can not control;
    Man, mortal man his heart too often weeps,
    For selfish pleasures, treasures not his due,
    Clear views of darkness, as so oft it creeps,
    In crashing waves as evil deeds accrue.

    Thus flows Fate's decrees, its accursed hand,
    As Truest of loving heart cries out for you,
    Seeing this vast, beautiful ancient land,-
    In glory, as its gems Nature's renews;
    As did your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow,
    Where leaps hot desires in Adoring breast,
    Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows,
    Stronger than gales cast at Nature's behest.

    As with your Touch, this scene sets heart aglow.
    Born of Truth, jewels only True love knows.

    Robert J. Lindley, 10-23-2019
    Rhyme, ( Whence Given A Clear View Of True Life and Romance)

    Note:
    In my poetic journey, a road once taken,
    A view once seen and a heart once broken,
    As fallen man, all truth was once forsaken,
    In its place, was accepted an evil token..........


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    Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
    Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series, Lord Byron )

    Syllables Per Line:
    0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
    0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 288
    Total # Words: 212

    1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
    Lord Byron
    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet, peer, and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence, and is considered one of the historical leading figures of the Romantic movement of his era.[1][2][3] He is regarded as one of the greatest English poets[4] and remains widely read and influential. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage; many of his shorter lyrics in Hebrew Melodies also became popular.

    2. https://www.britannica.com/biography/Lord-Byron-poet
    In Love, Our Romance Flows In Kissing Streams,
    Poets Tribute Series, fourth poet, Lord Byron


    Claim I, thy wondrous heart into sweet dreams,
    And in that soft glowing realm we slow dance;
    In Love, our romance flows in kissing streams,
    As Cupid's well-shot arrows took no chance.
    From this teeming earth we dwell in pleasures,
    While life lays golden bounty at our feet;
    We wake to dawn's glory- its great treasures,
    Finding welcome cheer in all that we meet.
    Sky awards us its most heavenly blues,
    Nature cries out its joy to our pairing,
    Flowers parade forth their brightest of hues,
    Our faithful Love is in this, our Sharing.

    In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
    In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

    We are bound as kind souls forever true,
    As a bird pair, that in blue heavens soars;
    You touched my hand and then deep Love I knew,
    Triumphs beyond paradise's hidden shores.
    This our great blessing, a gift pre-ordained,
    Its gleaming morns, as bright as shining dew,
    May we this true bliss forever retain
    Beauty, as our sweet longings we renew.
    Come to me Love- let thy hand seeketh mine
    Allow yet again, lips that beg thy touch,
    For within thy glow, I too can soft shine,
    Souls at peace, cherishing life very much.

    In our dreams we are eternally slow-dancing.
    In our bedroom, eternally true-romancing.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-01-2019
    Romanticism, ( Poet's Tribute Series,
    fourth poet- Lord Byron )


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    288+212 = 500, I met my goal of the total being 500.
    Always a challenge to set a number then write to meet it..
    Syllables Per Line:
    0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
    0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 12 12
    Total # Syllables: 288
    Total # Words: 212
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    Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
    Couplets,
    Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
    ( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )

    Note (1): This is the sixth poem I've written to honor Shelly.
    All six were done in different poetry forms/styles, I judged
    four of them to not be good enough and thus discarded them.
    Of the five poets honored in this poets tribute series,
    Shelly is by far the most difficult one for me to write to
    honor. This is the shortest of the 6 poems I've composed
    but I think is the best one of the two chosen to represent
    my overall views, considerations and admiration of the
    magnificent poet- Percy Bysshe Shelly.
    ~~ ~~ ~~
    Note (2).: Friends, I began this five poets tribute series
    very shortly after ending my first tribute series... A
    short break was needed because I had serious health issues
    and needed to rethink how to continue this series.
    Especially, I needed to decide which poets to write more
    dedications to and also plan on which great, but lesser
    known poets shall be in my next five poets series.
    ***********************************************
    (1.)
    We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New

    Nevermore softest touch of loving hand
    nevermore, will we together stand!
    Forevermore, our sad souls shall deny
    forevermore, lost halls echo our cry!

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Resplendent, were nights of our hot fervor
    Alas! Found was a doomed endeavor!
    Dare we blame Fate or dim light of pale moon
    Or passion's depths entered far too soon?

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Nay! Such was burning of flames searing hot
    blasting love like a massive cannon shot!
    A wound opened, that blood could flow
    crimson path creating, a way to go!

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Nevermore waking morns, your face to see
    nevermore that soft caress touching me!
    O'hand of grief, release that crushing hold
    forevermore, give back sweet love we sold!

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Resplendent, were trysts under bright moonlight
    Alas! In hot embrace we left true sight!
    Did Fate, romantic fever wash away
    Or simply set price we both had to pay?

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Nay! Moon shadows whispered, it was greed
    your huge demands, worship you both so need!
    All was true love, 'tis fault of you and I
    we can see, we once had, pie in the sky!

    You were my angel, I your lover true.
    We were so blessed, when our love was new.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2019
    Rhyme, ( Treasure Once Found, From Youth, A Lover Sweetly Missed )
    Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
    ( Un espoir, une prière, que Père Time me permette de réaliser ce rêve.)


    (2.)
    Within Faith, Such Magnificent Dream Lives

    God: Can not thy merciful hand stop
    flow of tears from her weeping eyes,

    Will thy merciful heart into life shine
    rays, into her beautiful sky?

    Grant thee, this new morn a majestic gift
    of true Love, needed Light it brings,

    Can not thy heavenly paradise send
    Love to her as thy angels sing?

    Plead I, this request born of truest Love
    as my soul bleeds deeply for her,

    Within faith, such magnificent dream lives
    whilst this beating heart now so stirs.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019
    Rhyme- Couplets,
    Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly
    ( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )



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    Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
    Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
    Inspired by Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
    First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
    (Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)

    Note:
    1.
    https://www.britannica.com/biography...ylor-Coleridge

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
    much more at link given...

    2.
    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...ylor-coleridge

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom. much more at link given...
    Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
    Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge


    Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
    on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
    yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
    and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
    Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
    Could return only when young life was reviewed!

    Alas! At night stars dimmed and evil winds blew
    midnight hour, I was served bones I could not chew
    and a foul drink of bitter regrets and lying
    as Fate had set me here, this ship of slow dying!
    Such was a dark curse, uttered by her deep hate
    For she turned to darkness to then alter my Fate!

    Ten years had raced into oblivion's cup
    into darkest seas we went, I never gave up
    tho' soul had been impaled by poisonous blades
    I clung to that romantic love that never fades!
    Such as the poets of old sang and wrote about
    Looking to the heavens and giving mighty shouts!

    Chained was I, to desolation's huge anchor
    on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor
    yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above
    and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love!
    Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed
    Could return only when young life was reviewed!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-10-2019
    Rhyme, ( With imagination, laced in darkness, that life hath a poet shown )
    Inspired by Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner First poet- poem: of the Second series of poet's tribute poems.
    (Five new poets chosen in this Second series.)

    Note:
    1.
    https://www.britannica.com/biography...ylor-Coleridge

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge, (born October 21, 1772, Ottery St. Mary, Devonshire, England—died July 25, 1834, Highgate, near London), English lyrical poet, critic, and philosopher. His Lyrical Ballads, written with William Wordsworth, heralded the English Romantic movement, and his Biographia Literaria (1817) is the most significant work of general literary criticism produced in the English Romantic period.
    much more at link given...
    samuel-taylor-coleridge

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    https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...ylor-coleridge
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge is the premier poet-critic of modern English tradition, distinguished for the scope and influence of his thinking about literature as much as for his innovative verse. Active in the wake of the French Revolution as a dissenting pamphleteer and lay preacher, he inspired a brilliant generation of writers and attracted the patronage of progressive men of the rising middle class. As William Wordsworth’s collaborator and constant companion in the formative period of their careers as poets, Coleridge participated in the sea change in English verse associated with Lyrical Ballads (1798). His poems of this period, speculative, meditative, and strangely oracular, put off early readers but survived the doubts of Wordsworth and Robert Southey to become recognized classics of the romantic idiom.

    Coleridge renounced poetic vocation in his thirtieth year and set out to define and defend the art as a practicing critic. His promotion of Wordsworth’s verse, a landmark of English literary response, proceeded in tandem with a general investigation of epistemology and metaphysics. Coleridge was preeminently responsible for importing the new German critical philosophy of Immanuel Kant and Friedrich von Schelling; his associated discussion of imagination remains a fixture of institutional criticism while his occasional notations on language proved seminal for the foundation and development of Cambridge English in the 1920s. In his distinction between culture and civilization Coleridge supplied means for a critique of the utilitarian state, which has been continued in our own time. And in his late theological writing he provided principles for reform in the Church of England. Coleridge’s various and imposing achievement, a cornerstone of modern English culture, remains an incomparable source of informed reflection on the brave new world whose birth pangs he attended.

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born on October 21, 1772 in the remote Devon village of Ottery St. Mary, the tenth and youngest child of Ann Bowdon Coleridge and John Coleridge, a school-master and vicar whom he was said to resemble physically as well as mentally. In vivid letters recounting his early years he describes himself as “a genuine Sans culotte, my veins uncontaminated with one drop of Gentility.” The childhood of isolation and self-absorption which Coleridge describes in these letters has more to do, on his own telling, with his position in the family. Feelings of anomie, unworthiness, and incapacity persisted throughout a life of often compulsive dependency on others.

    A reader seemingly by instinct, Coleridge grew up surrounded by books at school, at home, and in his aunt’s shop. The dreamy child’s imagination was nourished by his father’s tales of the planets and stars and enlarged by constant reading. Through this, “my mind had been habituated to the Vast—& I never regarded my senses in any way as the criteria of my belief. I regulated all my creeds by my conceptions not by my sight—even at that age.” Romances and fairy tales instilled in him a feeling of “the Great” and “the Whole.” It was a lesson he never forgot. Experience he always regarded as a matter of whole and integrated response, not of particular sensations. Resolving conflicted feelings into whole response occupies much of his best verse, and his developed philosophical synthesis represents a comparable effort of resolution.
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    My blog presented moments ago at my home poetry site--

    This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. - Robert Lindley's Blog


    This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, author of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner.
    Blog Posted:11/10/2019 1:45:00 PM
    This blog is to give more information about Samuel Taylor Coleridge, the first poet honored in my recently started Second poets tribute series. First poet chosen in the series and first poem presented today..
    I urge any here to read his extremely famous poem , The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner. I promise it is truly a poetic feast.

    https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
    Answer to a Child's Question
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1816
    Christabel [excerpt]
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1815
    This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1796
    Frost at Midnight
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1797
    Ne Plus Ultra
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1833
    Work Without Hope
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1824
    What Is an Epigram?
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1801
    Constancy to an Ideal Object
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1827
    Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1892
    A Christmas Carol
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    2017
    Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1847
    Love
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1825
    Kubla Khan
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1815
    The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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    LITERATURE
    The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
    Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.


    The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.

    ‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.


    ‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.

    ‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.

    ‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.



    https://poets.org/poems/samuel-taylor-coleridge

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    TITLE AUTHOR YEAR
    Answer to a Child's Question
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1816
    Christabel [excerpt]
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1815
    This Lime Tree Bower My Prison
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1796
    Frost at Midnight
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1797
    Ne Plus Ultra
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1833
    Work Without Hope
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1824
    What Is an Epigram?
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1801
    Constancy to an Ideal Object
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1827
    Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1892
    A Christmas Carol
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    2017
    Written During a Temporary Blindness in the Year 1799
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1847
    Love
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1825
    Kubla Khan
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
    1815
    The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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    The Best Coleridge Poems Everyone Should Read
    Five of Coleridge’s finest poems selected by Dr Oliver Tearle

    Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was one of the leading English Romantic poets, whose Lyrical Ballads, the 1798 collection Coleridge co-authored with Wordsworth, became a founding-text for English Romanticism. In this post, we’ve picked five of Coleridge’s best poems, and endeavoured to explain why these might be viewed as his finest poems.


    The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. Written in 1797-8, this is Coleridge’s most famous poem – it first appeared in Lyrical Ballads. The idea of killing an albatross bringing bad luck upon the crew of a ship appears to have been invented in this poem, as there is no precedent for it – and the albatross idea was probably William Wordsworth’s, not Coleridge’s (Wordsworth got the idea of the albatross-killing from a 1726 book, A Voyage Round The World by Way of the Great South Sea, by Captain George Shelvocke). The poem is one of the great narrative poems in English, with the old mariner recounting his story, with its hardships and tragedy, to a wedding guest. Variously interpreted as being about guilt over the Transatlantic slave trade, about Coleridge’s own loneliness, and about spiritual salvation, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner remains a challenging poem whose ultimate meaning is elusive.

    ‘Frost at Midnight’. Written in 1798, the same year that Coleridge’s landmark volume of poems, Lyrical Ballads (co-authored with Wordsworth), appeared, ‘Frost at Midnight’ is a night-time meditation on childhood and raising children, offered in a conversational manner and focusing on several key themes of Romantic poetry: the formative importance of childhood and the way it shapes who we become, and the role nature can play in our lives.


    ‘Dejection: An Ode’. Perhaps one of the finest poems about depression in all of English literature, ‘Dejection: An Ode’ was also, more surprisingly and controversially, inspired by the unhappily married Coleridge’s love for another woman, Sara Hutchinson. It’s also a great poem about writer’s block, though, and Coleridge’s inability to find a way forward in his life as well as his writing – he wrote ‘Dejection’ in April 1802, after Lyrical Ballads had made his name as a poet, and Coleridge found himself suffering from ‘difficult second album’ syndrome.

    ‘Kubla Khan’. Coleridge wrote this poem in 1797, but it wasn’t published until 1816. Was it inspired by an opium dream? Maybe. Was Coleridge really interrupted by a knock at the door from the ‘person from Porlock’, who destroyed his train of thought so the poem remained unfinished? We’ll probably never know for sure. But what we do know is that ‘Kubla Khan’ is one of Coleridge’s best-loved poems, admired for the richness of its exotic imagery and the delicious sound of its words.

    ‘Christabel’. This classic Halloween poem focuses on the titular character’s encounter with Geraldine, who claims to have escaped from a gang of men who kidnapped her. Coleridge completed the first two parts of the poem in 1800, but Wordsworth advised his friend to leave it out of the second edition of Lyrical Ballads published that year, and so the unfinished ‘Christabel’ wasn’t published until 1816.
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    Poets, Open Your Treasure Chest Of Words

    Poets, dare to present what your heart speaks
    let it roam other realms, true meaning seek,
    venture into lands with magical shores
    sail a hundred ships, seek a thousand more!

    Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
    As did those resting in its golden halls.

    Poets, open your treasure chest of words
    release its flock of metaphorical birds,
    set pen to reveal soul that truly sings
    of Life, Love, Sweet Romance, Heavenly things!

    Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
    As did those resting in its golden halls.

    Speak of treasures, innumerable dreams
    weave your verse tapestries with golden seams
    let your spirit cast forth what is within
    show Art's truth is were poetry begins!

    Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
    As did those resting in its golden halls.

    You may find that beauty shines in the Dark
    for world shows Nature is oft bold and stark,
    in that dose of truth- poets may thus gift
    deep verse, some that inspiringly uplift!

    Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
    As did those resting in its golden halls.

    Poets, know this- Life is preciously short
    write deep, kindness from your readers exhort
    set stage, in scenic views let beauty shine
    who knows fame's glory, may be yours or mine!

    Answer Art's greatest dedication calls.
    As did those resting in its golden halls.

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-11-2019
    Rhyme, (Thirty verses composed to honor a dear poet friend that turned thirty today)


    "My friend, such is this poem, its heart true
    its splashed ink, sincere gift unto you!
    And in return this old poet found this
    touch from poetry's goddess, her sweet kiss!"

    Quote:

    " She that sends verses to this seeking heart,
    shall forever, greater wisdom impart."- by RJL
    " Celle qui envoie des vers à ce coeur qui cherche,
    doit pour toujours, une plus grande sagesse conférer."

    Note:
    Composed this morn, before the birds sang
    before the old red rooster's first call rang
    as steaming hot coffee I sat to drink
    a poet, from Life's duties, will not shrink!

    He that gives to others, reaps seven-fold,
    treasures that can never be bought or sold
    I was told, Life's treasures are to be found
    beyond horizons, far far out of bounds!

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    Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon,
    Second poets tribute series, Conrad Potter Aiken



    (1.)
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    Conrad Aiken
    AMERICAN WRITER
    WRITTEN BY: The Editors of Encyclopaedia Britannica
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    Alternative Title: Conrad Potter Aiken
    Conrad Aiken, in full Conrad Potter Aiken, (born August 5, 1889, Savannah, Georgia, U.S.—died August 17, 1973, Savannah), American Pulitzer Prize-winning poet, short-story writer, novelist, and critic whose works, influenced by early psychoanalytic theory, are concerned largely with the human need for self-awareness and a sense of identity. Aiken himself faced considerable trauma in his childhood when he found the bodies of his parents after his father had killed his mother and committed suicide. He later wrote of this in his autobiography Ushant (1952).

    Aiken was educated at private schools and at Harvard University, where he was a friend and contemporary of T.S. Eliot (whose poetry was to influence his own). A tutor in English at Harvard in the late 1920s and a London correspondent for The New Yorker in the mid-1930s, he divided his life almost equally between England and the United States until 1947, when he settled in Massachusetts. Aiken was instrumental as editor of Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924) in establishing that poet’s posthumous reputation, and he played a significant role in introducing the work of American poets to the British public.
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    Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon
    Second poets tribute series, Conrad Aiken


    As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
    war I with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
    through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
    Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!

    Rove I in midnight dreams, through golden halls of Avalon
    speak I, to pale white ghosts of poems Poetry hath spawn,
    in our discourse bow I, to wisdom's arms, they wisely wield
    oft I, have cause to battle foes, fight under that bold shield!

    From echoing voices that call and ask for solemn vows
    hear i, melancholy groans, as a shadow figure prowls,
    deep dark in the black abyss my soul races on to sink
    bloody cuts appear, faster than a witch's black cat can blink!

    Fearful that this time, a return path will never be found
    beg I for rooster's waking crow, dawn's most heavenly sound,
    in my sincere, hopeful prayer rests a further great plea
    that faith's Light returns, to save a wretched sinner like me!

    As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages
    I war with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages,
    through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds
    Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-13-2019
    Rhyme, (14,14,14,14)
    (Dark, As Poet Wars Against Doubts, Fatigue And Melancholy)
    Inspired by Senlin: His Dark Origins by Conrad Aiken


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    His poetry/prose
    Poetry

    A Letter from Lí Po and Other Poems (1955)
    A Seizure of Limericks (1964)
    And in the Hanging Garden (1933)
    And in the Human Heart (1940)
    Brownstone Eclogues (1942)
    Collected Poems (1953)
    Collected Poems (1970)
    Earth Triumphant and Other Tales in Verse (1914)
    Gehenna (1930)
    John Deth, A Metaphysical Legacy, and Other Poems (1930)
    Landscape West of Eden (1934)
    Nocturne of Remembered Spring and Other Poems (1917)
    Prelude (1929)
    Preludes for Memnon (1931)
    Priapus and the Pool (1922)
    Punch: The Immortal Liar (1921)
    Selected Poems (1929)
    Selected Poems (1961)
    Sheepfold Hill: Fifteen Poems (1958)
    Skylight One: Fifteen Poems (1950)
    The Charnal Rose, Senlin, and Other Poems (1918)
    The Coming Forth by Day of Osiris Jones (1931)
    The Divine Pilgrim (1949)
    The Fluteplayer (1956)
    The House of Dust: A Symphony (1920)
    The Jig of Forslin: A Symphony (1916)
    The Kid (1947)
    The Morning Song of Lord Zero (1963)
    The Pilgrimage of Festus (1923)
    The Soldier: A Poem (1944)
    Time in the Rock: Preludes to Definition (1936)
    Turns and Moves and Other Tales in Verse (1916)
    Wake II (1952)

    Prose
    A Reviewer's ABC (1958)
    Collected Criticism (1968)
    Melody of Chaos (1931)
    Scepticism, Notes on Contemporary Poetry (1919)
    Ushant: An Essay (1952)
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    Single Flower, In Winter's Grip

    cold and frozen heart
    graveyard, abandoned tombstone
    life, fires, dead ashes

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    Haiku, ( Where Sorrows Meet Memories )


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    I just now noticed that this long thread now has exactly 1,000 replies and over 65,000 views!
    Gonna have to award myself a very strong and deliciously welcomed shot of fine whiskey tonight for that methinks..
    And also be sincerely and very grateful that poetry here at this political site somehow flourishes so..-- --- Tyr
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    Notes---
    Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice, Second poets Tribute Series, Nabokov
    Poet's Notes

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
    Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
    When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
    Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov

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    (1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov

    Vladimir Nabokov
    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov[b] (Russian: ?????´??? ?????´??????? ????´??? [vl?'d?im??r vl?'d?im??r?v??t? n?'bok?f] (About this soundlisten); 22 April [O.S. 10 April] 1899[a] – 2 July 1977), also known by the pen name Vladimir Sirin (Russian: ?????´??? ??´???), was a Russian and American novelist, poet, translator and entomologist. His first nine novels were written in Russian (1926–38), but he achieved international prominence after he began writing English prose. Nabokov became an American citizen in 1945.....

    First tribute poem

    Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

    As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
    Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
    Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
    "Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

    Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
    Gleaming as true as, morning's dew glistens
    Should we not thus seek, blessings so divine
    As to not let this world our lives define?

    Big dipper singing soft ditty times three
    As its handle cast light, welcoming me
    Archer shot beams across the Milky Way
    As benevolent words, asking no pay!

    Brother moon dancing, to set wolves howling
    Nature set free, its kids go a'prowing
    In peaceful repose, I fall into sleep
    My last words, "Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
    Rhyme, ( When Youth, And Treasured Memories An Old Poet Remind )
    Dedication, Second Poets Dedication Series, Nabokov


    ~ ~ ~ ~
    Second tribute poem:

    As Sun Rises, Bringing Morn's Newborn Glee

    As sun rises, bringing morn's newborn glee
    rooster crows out its pleasures at dawn's light
    as world again wakes, its teeming dark sea
    shouts, do as you will, dark has fled with night!

    Alas! Such is but its great and black lie
    for darkness chooses but a brief retreat
    folly to believe, as many may die
    joining cold ashes of mortal defeat!

    When night returns, its dark dances about
    as hidden shadows leap from poison trees
    solemn blackness, its power needs no shout
    as those wise in many years will agree!

    Yet new sun that brings light to dark banish
    sets its course mortal man can never sway
    reveals those sins we may wish to vanish,
    in ever decaying hours of each day!

    As morn's voice calls, this sweet coffee I sup
    slow across this wood porch, an inch-worm crawls
    an old man savors third and final cup
    and seeks warmth within his castle walls!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11-17-2019
    Rhyme, ( Peaceful Morn, As Dawn's Glory Seeps Into Weary Soul )
    (When Both Light And Dark Stir A Poet's Soul )
    Second Poet Tribute Series. Nabokov


    Notes :
    (1.) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Nabokov

    Vladimir Nabokov
    From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019


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    Date: 11/19/2019 5:03:00 AM

    From darkness to light and back. Great diptych, Robert. The worm in the last quatrain is very Nabokovian (Nabokov was a famous entomologist). One could say that the worm symbolizes something, but it symbolizes nothing (Nabokov laughed at the symbols), it just crawls. The very fact that the poet noticed a worm, whether real or imagined, and inserted it into the poem speaks about the poet's attention to an artistic detail (Nabokov loved details). But these two poems gave me great pleasure not because Nabokov is my favorite writer. It is great by itself.

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    Date: 11/19/2019 4:58:00 AM
    P.S.: Nabokov was a true master of darkness about which he knew firsthand. Once, in an interview, he said: "I have gained some experience; when my night comes, I will not be completely unprepared".

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    Pashang Salehi
    Date: 11/19/2019 12:33:00 AM

    Truly peaceful... I'm getting sleepy as well... Goodnight.

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    Brandy Nicole
    Date: 11/18/2019 10:10:00 PM
    "As I lay me down in lush verdant grass- Lord, Pray you, this soul to keep"! Oh my, this thought touches my heart so deeply. The entire poem wraps gently around me. I see the darkness within your second tribute, the depth behind your words. Both poems hold amazing moments my dear friend. Once again, a Masterpiece you have created. ~ Brandy
    Have now presented the two poems written to honor the fourth magnificent poet chosen, Vladimir Nabokov.. -Tyr
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    Rhyming Doubles On My Muse's Stern Command

    He who Lives, to green woods explore
    and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
    shall find his Love, begging for more
    than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

    She who his hot passion bestirs
    in its fires, warms her eager heart
    asks not for gold, diamonds or furs
    instead, he a sweeter path chart!

    He that her hand truly adores
    in her light and grace, truly shine
    oft wades along paradise shores
    where sincere poets oft opine!

    She that in his stead, falls to pray
    accepts life's wrath and its dread
    as for his sins she must then pay
    sorrows born, when to death he fled!

    He who lives, to green woods explore
    and bathe in glowing moonlit streams
    shall find his love, begging for more
    than pale ghosts in late midnight dreams!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
    Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command


    I Then In Silver Silence Fell

    My muse cried in my night dream,
    to you, I gift a lyric sweet
    so your honor you may redeem
    and thus your hide, I will not beat!

    I wept, you are oft my sad woe
    in humble pride, I write my tales
    caring not which way each spell flows
    thus with freedom, my true ship sails.

    My muse, to this cry was bemused
    but with anger great, she then rose
    tis' I that you truly abused
    after I your worthless hide chose!

    I then in silver silence fell
    and in my morrows, saw so true
    I had her under my dark spell
    and thus my freedom could renew!

    My muse cried in my night dream,
    to you, I gift a lyric sweet
    so your honor you may redeem
    and thus your hide, I will not beat!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11/21/2019
    Rhyming doubles, on my muse's stern command..


    Note:
    Sometimes you just gotta cut loose and let the
    captive rhymes dance and outward flow....
    as in verses from a past youth's meandering
    and lighthearted compositions....
    As in the *Dark verse* can not be embraced for too long.


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    In Our Blindness, Chalked Up To Just Be Fate

    Life, its complexity truly astounds
    astounds this old soul so sadly earthbound
    earthbound but not without imagined flight
    flight into blue heavens's glimmering night.
    Night of ill winds that beggars disbelief
    disbelief of blindness that brings dark grief
    grief of those lost, dying with no recourse
    recourse from disease of war's killing force.
    Force spilling blood, war's sad barbaric score
    score of flesh and bones, as death demands more
    more as heaping mounds of worthless refuse
    refuse this world considers of no use!

    Life, horrors often born of man's dark hate
    Hate's dark blindness, chalked up to just be Fate!

    Robert J. Lindley, 11- 21-2019
    Chained Sonnet, ( War, Its Savagery And Its Bloody Costs)
    ( Where Peace And Beauty Can Be Shattered In An Instant)
    Perfect 100 words hit...

    Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
    Total # Syllables: 140
    Total # Words::::: 100


    Chained Sonnet definition:

    Chained Sonnet ( or linked sonnet), is a sonnet that uses the poetic device of chaining.
    The elements of the Chained sonnet are:
    1. the verse is written in any sonnet form.
    2. chained when the end word of the previous line is the first word of the next line.
    3. flexible, at the poet's discretion, to bring the sonnet full circle the first word of the sonnet is the last word of the sonnet.

    Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/foru...hained-sonnet/
    Thanks to Judi Van Gorder for the resource at Poetry Magnum Opus Site.

    ## Note::Classified as “Gadget” Sonnet, as they have refrain, or have construction or length requirements
    which fall outside of the “standard” sonnet area, which generally vary only in meter, line-length,
    rhyme pattern or volta requirements. Reference:: http://poetscollective.org/everysonnet/gadget-sonnets/

    Source: http://forums.familyfriendpoems.com/...OPIC_ID=130578


    Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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