My Favorite Poets

It could have been a John Doe
but it was Edgar Allan Poe
who wrote 'The Raven' and 'Annabel Lee'

It could have been a de-service
to Mr. Robert Service
for not acknowledging
'The cremation of Sam Mcgee'

And then there's 'Renescance'
with its unique elegance
by Edna st. Vincent Millay

Who joined the very few
writing their hearts out to you
becoming immortals, here today.

(Charlie Vergara/06.20.2009/1469)

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For Edgar Allan Poe

She was careful that she was not seen
There, in the graveyard,
deep in the night.
A single rose in her left hand
A bottle of Cognac in her right.
She knew the path to his grave by heart,
How could it be otherwise?
The two of them had shared one heart,
Now in his tomb the Master lies.
Libation poured upon the stone.
She wets her lips with Hennessey
He, of course, Edgar Allen Poe
She, of Course, his Annabelle Lee

poem by John F. McCullagh
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When a Wild Rose sings to an old Bee!

If thorns pinch your heart?
Please do not blame me
As you voluntarily landed
On my soft petals.
Anyhow I would like to minimize the pain
If you stay a night or two?
I have a special liking of you
As you're not behaving like a Hornet.
Rose sings her tricky song
'Caring is my main concern.'
With that unusual tickling!

*To Edgar Allan Poe, a Boston Native poet who died in Baltimore in 1849 under mysterious circumstances!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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yeah, I know...

yeah, I know poets
before I started class, I knew
Poe, Dickenson, Shakespeare
but that didn't make me smart
what made me smart was what I learned IN class
all the poets I know now
Gregory Corso, Dominique Garay, Taylor Mali, Bradley Hathaway,
Bill Kloefkorn, Ted Kooser, Elizabeth Barret-Browning, Sylvia Plath,
Matt Mason, Sarah McKinstry-Brown, Margaret Atwood,
Dorothy Parker, Alexander Pope
more, I can't even remember
so yeah, I know poets
but it still doesn't make me smart

poem by Amanda Saveley
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Just Fooling Myself

I tell myself that I’m a great poet,
and people will listen because I have something to say.
But now I’m starting to wonder am I just fooling myself.
When I speak is anyone really listening or am I just fooling myself.
Are my words as meaningful as Keats, Poe or Angelou or am I just fooling myself.
Well, no matter if no one is listening or remembers my name I will never stop writing poetry.
Because if I tell myself I can live without poetry then I truly will be Just fooling myself

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A Cloudy Imagination

The lingering cumulus clouds
imperceptibly changed their shapes
while I sat below discerning
these metamorphosed spectacles.
My imagination went wild
as they drifted across the sky.
It seemingly was like my mind
was orchestrating their transmuting.
I glanced at one that took the shape
of the poet Walt Whitman's head;
another like Sylvia Plath;
and yet another looked like Poe.
I glanced back at the Whitman cloud
but it changed into Erato.
I took my pad from my pocket
and began to write this poem.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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The CNN World

Serenity I will pray for daily
Love and understanding is what I need
People here are strange and silly
Parents and teachers no longer take lead

Electric media leads our children
To a world of nothing but confusion
The world may end without any siren
Death is all we see on television

Larry King replaces God and Heaven
That’s why many churches are now vacant
The Bible now Allen Poe’s Raven
The only smell in the air is death’s scent

This may only be a nightmare of sorts
but this ocean my friend has many ports

poem by Robert John
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Revivification

I could have been a funny circus clown
With multi- colored makeup on my face.
I could have been the greatest fool around
My face on posters all over the place.
But I chose instead to be a poet
An unknown writer who now writes verses.
A self indulging choice I must admit
But its satisfaction reimburses
The time and effort I devote to it.
I will never be a Poe or Whitman
Nor poet laureate I must admit
And that famous funny-circus-clown man?
I resurrect him occasionally
Like in this present piece of poetry.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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No More Islands

Blue green winds of cruelty
Novice medieval castle
Hellene temple turned to ice
They land with hard chains
Formulas of Atlas
Invasion
Ring the bells of Poe
All of them

Insidious wolf
Blanchard kingdom
We are the paint of Stalin
The dead dreams of gold
Sterile soul of utopia

You are vision
She sees the war of soul
Roman ships on fire
Her heart beats like dawn
Back on the narrow road

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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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A BeAPoeIt Poem

I say I'm not a poet, For like of which I know it,
Rhymes absurd in metered word,
Describing not a poet

Edgar Allen knew it, The flying raven flew it,
The poems grow for Poe to know,
And Nevermore he drew it

Maya made to wing it, The caging bird to bring it,
With Angelou a freedom flow,
In Stilling bird to sing it

Robert's ride to sigh it, The road with just one by it,
Frost travels one concealing sun,
But Traveling to try it

I'll never be a poet, Descriptions rip to sew it,
Moving here and there with wear,
Encoding how I show it

poem by Paul Moosberg
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Crying Rain

Sea of rain falls
Quiet hour is all mine
Thunder in the distance
Love is in the winds
It gathers then ebbs
Dogs hide under the bed
Children sleep with mother
It mixes with the ribald night
Unconscious as a new ghost
Vivacious and wild
How lucky I am to enjoy it
Edgar Allen Poe revels
Stormy eyes of worldly delight
Delirious and sanguine desire
Light the candles
Censure all sophistry
A storm is so sensual
Repent of your wickedness
Earth is washed like a wedding
Lightening flashes behind the pines

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poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Literary Hypocrisy

Truly I say unto you if Keats,
Shelley, William Shakespeare,
William Wordsworth, Walt
Whitman and Edgar Allan Poe;
were having this very day a poetry
reading down at your local Walmart;

you would be running running racing
to hear every precious precise poetic word
with your tongue hanging out in an orgy
of localized literary
emotive appreciative
expectation yet great

rare contemporary
poets of future recognized statute
walk unseen unappreciated ignored
among you while you thumb
your nose failing to understand
all ages have artists transcendent

poem by Terence George Craddock
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You've been had

I heard a subtle sound from outer stairs
That interrupted peacefulness in house.
I asked myself, what was that noise my ears
Have hearkened to, perhaps it was a mouse?
Although my curiosity aroused
My cautiousness in check I ventured from
My study most perplexed, and than I paused
Because my heart was beating like a drum.
Anticipating what I feared the least
A mouse was not the cause of noise I heard
Nor any grievous, carnivorous beast
Not even Allen Poe’s foreboding bird.
I played a joke on you with all respect
Now the question: what thought you the culprit?

poem by Albert Ahearn
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When I Die Burry Me In A Poem

When I die burry me in a poem
I am six fot six so make my poem
Seven foot long

Make it from rich azure tales of Arabian nights
Make the walls strong to ptotect
My remains from a Poe's delight

Rest my head on a pillow of silken vowels
Line the walls with chiffon and wolfen howls

Place inside the words of my poems
Lest I be presumptous, under my tongue, a copper coin

Lest they forget, leave tbe calendar of my last living date
So all can ponder how fragile life is, Death a certain fate

Finally, bury me six syllables deep
I pray, that my poems, for them to keep

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I Tell You Now I'm Not The One Who You Think I Am

Being of the top I never wanted
Take it, and be gone satans son
For I am not who you want.
Of great intellects I'm not
I see my self as a hack
Because someone says your good
This is not what I do
Only as a hobby I keep telling you
But know one listens.
No one ever listens.
In time it is something I shall not be missing
Let them be the poe's
Let them be the blake's
Let them be the shakespear's and frost's
For I am not them and care nothing for the fame
I hate it, as Bob Dylan hates his fans
I tell you now I'm not the one who you think I am
I most of all hate the censorship that comes with it.

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Overbird

O = Once upon the midnight enter hurry
V = Verily the hurry worry enter scurry
E = Eerily or early bird of enter Poe
R = Raven is only one huge enter Crow

B = Better to see them from the
distance of the hour glasses with
thick lenses enter Tommy use your eye
I = Intense discussion rules get broken
enter time to turn the worm over
enter into the night
R = Roman Judges rule nothing enter Rome
not one stone standing of the Jewish enter
temple now
D = Describe the Vulture in the Temple its
got wings of darkness its got red eye
with long black enter nose this time
this poem enter perfect prose

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Charade By Moonlight

Clouds pass over face of moon
a kaleidoscope of patterns.
Never same clouds
never remain clouds
urge impelled exerted
always gliding on.
Never stop here long
before thrust forward gone.

Some pause momentarily
in their mystic flight.
I’ve seen this pondered
by day through night.
I’ve seen the moon hide
her ghostly pale
haughty haunting face
in veils of yellow green.

Even charades of orange violet
countless were redeeming hues of red.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Misfortunates

What a prodigy, dear Chatterton?
At your teens, you pioneer'd romance
Alas, poverty be your mighty menace
The silent suicide of arsenic poison.
.
Poverty and tuberculosis in your battles
All in the blush of bitter rejections
A virtuoso bedridden in his afflictions
Norwid, this life unfair - heaven rattles.
.
I mourn the life and death of Crosby
Her poems and hymns her witness
She had journey'd all her days in blindness
I imagine with pity how she prance the lobby.
.
Your lines are great, - though
They were written in distress
Your tears when you mourn your mistress
Your fourty was full of pain, Allan Poe.
.

poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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He Read To Me

the first time that i heard your name
i thought that i would go insane
it sounded like a summer breeze
i was so young i could not explain
the wonderful thoughts running through my brain

i wanted to know just what your were
and father said nothing at first
but seemed to know i wanted to know
everything but instead he went
to get a book and i tried to get my first look

i never will forget the times he read to me
he had such a dramatic way of acting out the scenes
when he read edgar allen poe's 'the raven'
he scared the breath right out of me
and that is when i started my love affair with poetry

poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
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The Future, Unknown

Within the dread of the moment
I must dought that Shakespeare
Sat up all night, Writing his plays
Knowing they'd be timeless
One man
An epic in writing
By accident
Maybe one day
Once I have long since passed
Someone will come across
The pages I breathed life into
And maybe, out of mere curiosity
They may read my words and find symbolism
That I never meant to include
Maybe, in 300 years
I shall be an epic in the world of poetry
(If one still reads poetry by then)
And maybe I'll become famous as Shakespeare
Or Edgar Allen Poe; maybe I'll be known
For something I never meant to do

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