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This is poetry from the minds and the hearts of poets on Writing.Com. The poems I am going to be exposing throughout this newsletter are ones that I have found to be, very visual, mood setting and uniquely done. Stormy Lady
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The Star
by Ann Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are !
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the trav'ller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often thro' my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
'Tis your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the trav'ller in the dark :
Tho' I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
The Baby's Dance
by Ann Taylor
Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.
On January 30, 1782, Isaac Taylor and wife Ann Martin Taylor, welcomed daughter Ann Taylor into their family. When Ann was born the family lived in London England, and then moved around England several times during Ann’s Childhood. Ann’s father and mother both had published works of their own while Ann was growing up. Ann’s family life deeply influenced her poetry and hymns that she wrote for children.
Ann and her younger sister Jane wrote and published Original Poems for Infant Minds in 1804. Followed by Hymns for Infant Minds in 1808. The two wrote Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star{/} in 1806. Ann wrote The Maniac's Song, published in the Associate Minstrels in 1810. She also wrote a few hymns that were published in Collyer's Collection in 1812, signed simply A. or A.T.
In 1812 Ann married Rev. Joseph Gilbert, a thirty-three year-old widower. The two lived in Yorkshire, and then moved to Nottingham where they stayed for the remainder of their lives. Ann’s sister Jane died of cancer on April 13, 1824. In her later years, Ann often put pen to paper to write her views on political happenings. Some of these writings also found there way to print. Ann’s husband Rev. Joseph Gilbert died in 1852. She spent the rest of her life travelling when her health allowed and died in Nottingham, on December 20, 1866. She is buried next to her husband in the General Cemetery at Nottingham.
The Chatterbox
by Ann Taylor
From morning till night it was Lucy's delight
To chatter and talk without stopping:
There was not a day but she rattled away,
Like water for ever a-dropping.
No matter at all if the subjects were small,
Or not worth the trouble of saying,
'Twas equal to her, she would talking prefer
To working, or reading, or playing.
You'll think now, perhaps, that there would have been gaps,
If she had not been wonderfully clever:
That her sense was so great, and so witty her pate,
It would be forthcoming for ever;
But that's quite absurd, for have you not heard
That much tongue and few brains are connected?
That they are supposed to think least who talk most,
And their wisdom is always suspected?
While Lucy was young, had she bridled her tongue,
With a little good sense and exertion,
Who knows, but she might now have been our delight,
Instead of our jest and aversion?
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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You won't
find my moonlit aura-
in a room filled with stillness.
For I am nothing
more than a tinted
rose in your absence-
that glows from
ripples of my own
flesh and bones.
The distant siren
shall drift away
as our souls
collides-
And stays right here
like entangled twigs.
You see lover,
forever is not far away
when the dimness
of your eyes
opens the wrecked gates
in my heart-
all over again.
Honorable mention:
"Invalid Entry"
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