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EDGAR ALLAN POE
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
EDGAR ALLAN POE One of America’s most famous writers Was born in Boston, January of 1809. Both his parents were failing actors And his father was drunk most the time. In 1810 Edgar’s dad disappeared His mother died soon after. A childless couple took him in Raising him with love and laughter. Edgar had a Negro nurse Who brought him to her quarters. There he listened to ghost stories Far beyond earthly borders. The strange tales he later wrote May have come from her inspiration. The words she used to describe death Gave Poe his taste for sensation. The Allans moved to England Where Poe attended boarding schools. There’s no doubt his time spent there Sharpened his skills as tools. Returning to Richman and back in school He began to compose new verse. Heavy debts forced him to leave collage As his life took a turn for the worse. Poe caught a ride on a coal barge to Boston Where he was unable to find employment. A young printer agreed to publish his poems Giving him hope and enjoyment. Penniless, Poe enlisted in the army And was accepted to West Point in 29. Poe couldn’t stand not being a writer Self-imposing his dismissal from The Line. Afterward he became an editor and critic And married his cousin who was thirteen. Six years latter he discovered she was dieing Suffering once more the unforeseen. He went through periods of insanity Caused by grieving and functional fall. He smoked opium and drink too much Till at his door steep death would call. Edgar Allan Poe the master of verse Still lives in our hearts today Famous for The Raven and other great works May his soul rest in peace we pray. By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web [This message has been edited by Tom Zart (01-01-2007 06:51 PM).] |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Thank you, Tom, for this most informative bio of the renouned poet. I'd heard snips and bits of what you've written, but not all these details. Your poetry's been a highlight in my reading this past year. I pray you continue sharing your talent on these blue pages. Happy New Year! Rae |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Dear Ray, Thank you for your on going support for my work look "Tom Zart" up on google you will find 250 poems on over 200 sites, I've had a lot of help from God and others. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting...James |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Tom~ A real pleasure to read and learn~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
No offense, but I fail to see how it's a poem... I mean, it looks like already-known facts about him put into stanzas. Sorry And I said to the devil, "You better leave my spleen alone." |
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Titia Geertman Member Ascendant
since 2001-05-07
Posts 5182Netherlands |
It's a poem alright and a great one too. I didn't know all those facts, though I love Poe. I even tried his style /main/forumdisplay.cgi?action=displayarchive&number=93&topic=002394 Like scattered leaves...my words will flow |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Very well writ...Tis Ramble is for Edwards comment on this poem A Poem is A poet, described in *ideal* perfection, brings the whole soul of man into activity, with the subordination of its faculties to each other, according to their relative worth and dignity. He diffuses a tone, and spirit of unity, that blends, and (as it were) *fuses*, each into each, by that synthetic and magical power, to which we have exclusively appropriated the name of imagination. This power, first put in action by the will and understanding, and retained under their irremissive, though gentle and unnoticed, control (*laxis effertur habenis* [it is carried onwards with loose reins]) reveals itself in the balance or reconciliation of opposite or discordant qualities: of sameness, with difference; of the general, with the concrete; the idea, with the image; the individual, with the representative; the sense of novelty and freshness, with old and familiar objects; a more than usual state of emotion, with more than usual order; judgement ever awake and steady self-possession, with enthusiasm and feeling profound or vehement; and while it blends and harmonizes the natural and the artificial, still subordinates art to nature; the manner to the matter; and our admiration of the poet to our sympathy with the poetry. . . . |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
yeah, I echo what Trutodaraiders has said, adding, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and learning more about Poe then I knew. Thank you for putting together an incredible poem and write. |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thank you fellow poets for your time and your replys.More seem to love my work than not or I would not be the most published poet on the web and I thank God for his help with that thanks to all Tom Zart. DIVINE INTERVENTION I never write a poem That doesn’t write itself. I catch a buzz and come alive Like a puppet off it’s shelf. Hearing many voices, Whose words are never mine. My pen becomes a painter’s brush Forming visions on a line. I seem to be a better person, When it’s time to sit down and write. A higher power guides my hand, Sharing wisdom by day and night. People born to create, Have no choice but to perform. It’s the rush of sharing their gift, That elevates them from the norm. What would our world become, Without intervention from above? Angry beings in a revolving cage, With no sense of passion or love. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
a good writer doesn't need to brag conceit is a quality that is not very desirable |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
It's just the facts and I thank god every day for my poems for without his divine intervention I'm just a old fool how about you? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
God is indeed great, and a giver of blessings...Tom you are blessed. The previous statement was only an observation from an old timer here...and one that has had many many replies in my time and have touched many people. That alone should suffice...satisfy the poet's heart and soul...it does. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 thank you for sharing your poetry |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
That was a nice history lesson, I'm glad you could put it down in rhyming verse that's not always easy to do. Have you ever mimicked Poe's style? You should especially as imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. a good commitee can decimate communication. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Anything referring to Poe catches my eye. If you had not marked the box that says you don't encourage critiques, I might have a suggestion or two but, since you don't, you must be satisfied with it and that's fine by me  |
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Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
"Thank you fellow poets for your time and your replys. More seem to love my work than not or I would not be the most published poet on the web and I thank God for his help with that thanks to all Tom Zart." If I respond to this the way I wish, I'll probably get booted off. I respect Ron enough to be respectful to you. And besides, I already got a warning, lol, and contrary to popular opinion I'm not looking for trouble (at least not anymore, lol). Ok, Mr. Zart... hmm, I do find your statement rather irksome. I think shadows summed it up quite well "conceit is a quality that is not very desirable." I will say, respectfully, that your work is not my favorite but others seem to enjoy it so you have the right to brag but again it's not desirable. And the whole speaking about yourself in 3rd person is something I can't even comment on, due to forum guidelines  ."...T[h]is Ramble is for Edwards comment on this poem A Poem is..." Truto, there is such thing as bad poetry, would you not agree? There are forms of poetry that you do not find to your liking. This poem is a history lesson, and (in my opinion, which is all I can account for) is not a poem but a simple copy and paste history lesson. Yes, the others liked it, but I do not; so there is the question of taste. It's all about the individual’s taste in poetry, what they like what they don't. I've heard some people say that two words can be a poem or one word can be a poem and that, in my opinion, is ridiculous. Many people don't like my poetry because it's not their taste (you can tell by the few responses I get sometimes). I mean hell sometimes my work isn't even my taste believe it or not lol. If I had to pin a definition to poetry which I hate to do and hate when it's done, I'd have to say: 'That poetry is what you think and is not what they tell you'. Happy New Year folks And I said to the devil, "You better leave my spleen alone." |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Interesting stuff about Poe. You might want to use your spell checker, though |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thank you all for your helpful replys. I'm ready to give writing any new poems It's too hard for me after 260 poems Im out of things to say. Thank you again Tom Zart The Old Fool. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Tom..you left out about Poe living and dying in Baltimore, MD where he is buried... I visited the catacombs at a wedding reception of an English major I enjoyed your words..and when I went to Richmond for a poet's meeting and to visit his childhood home, the TV stations had the Telltale Heart on..made it hard for me to sleep that night. M Football team is named after his works The Ravens |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Tom, let me just say...I've written over 2000 poems...there is always something more to say I can't speak for anyone else, but when you must use all capital lettering in a title to capture attention and then you rave on about yourself, I am turned off from reading your stuff, especially when there are spelling errors/typos/whatever. You are not an old fool to me but I think you are smart enough to realize that no one likes someone who is (maybe indirectly) saying that they are better than everyone else. Even Jesus didn't walk around and tell people that he made water into wine. Sorry but it's the way I feel. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Tom, I've been a fond reader of your works. But, only since, you've come to Passions. I didn't know you were world reknowned, or much more, than any of us here at Passions. To self-proclaim is one thing; and that, I have a hard time doing. I'd rather not self-proclaim, because as most of us know, Poets do not make much of a living. I wish you the best. However, on the tone of EAP, thank you for sharing those things I did not know of him. I, myself, read of a work of Dickens, and was inspired to do something similar to your work, i.e., imortalize a man who really didn't need my help. YET, his work was so great, I felt the desire to do so. Write on, poet. And while you're at it? Read some others here, who deserve just as much attention. |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Many would be poets can spell but only a few can write good poems that is why more people write poetry than read it.PASSING SHADOWS = you are just jealous I will make you happy and post no more poems on this site enjoy.For those who like my work look "Tom Zart" up on google and you will find 250 good poems by me on over 200 sites.They get 50,000 hits a day I thank God for my success good day to all and may God bless. Tom Zart THE MASTERS OF VERSE Poetry is one of Earth’s oldest arts Practiced long before words of print. Every race had its masters of verse In caves, huts cabins, or tent. Stories in verse were handed down From one generation to another. The first told of love, war and more And how to survive each other. As man became more civilized He could not help but wonder within. Verse then took on a deeper meaning With stories of faith, superstition, and sin. The act of reciting became in demand As verse began to advance Every tribe, city, town and village Had someone who gave words romance. Today’s poets are on the World Wide Web Though many seem spiritually ill. Thank heaven for all who still have God’s gift To compose, teach, comfort, and fulfill. A GOOD POEM A good poem paints a picture For both your heart and brain. It doesn't need a second chance To make its meaning plain. A good poem is like the flower, The lily or the rose. God plants it in a poet's brain And there its beauty grows. A good poem like a cardinal Is pregnant with song; You can’t help but hear its message As it sings what's right or wrong. A good poem helps us remember What the joys of life are for, It makes us want to love someone 'Till death comes knocking at our door. GOD’S POETS The prize jewels of any nation Are the philosophers of the heart. How they think is universal, For it’s God who makes them so smart. Most poets tell the truth of life, Though they may wrap it in beauty. It's their passion, not their purpose; To compose is but their duty. Poets have no reason to lie When the truth is always so clear. All that others say and do Is but food for the poet's ear. One merit of a poet's work, Which most people cannot deny, They say more and in fewer words To illuminate you and I. God sent his poets down to earth With words of wisdom and of worth, That they might touch the souls of men And bring them back to Him again. God has always had his poets, Who he watches with love from space. But Satan has his poets too, Who try to lead us from our grace. King Solomon was a poet, Who spoke of love, life, death, and war. That lips were like threads of scarlet, And that breasts were roses and more. The wild birds sing and flowers bloom, As clouds form figures in the sky. But only humans will write poems, That shall last long after they die. The eldest sister of all arts, Which some have called the devils wine. Poetry is but pure passion, To stimulate the heart and mind. ALL POETS SERVE A MASTER Most poets have a bit of Solomon Shakespeare and Poe within. Constantly eager to share their visions Of love, life, joy and sin. Some guzzle whiskey Some sip wine, Some prefer cola And feel just fine. Some smoke pot Or suck cigarettes, Some abuse drugs With lifetime regrets. Some attend church And sing of God, While others make fun And call them odd. All have a purpose, Which drives them to compose. All serve a master, Who by free will, they chose. THE POWER OF POETRY Poetry is the lighthouse of life Guiding the lost from a stormy sea. Without it’s presence darkness prevails Keeping us from all we can be. Poems are used to convey passion By poets of both good and evil mood. Some are hateful others loving Sharing thoughts to be consumed as food. Verse can lead us to glory or doom As we partake with others within. Depicting our past, present and future With words of man’s grace or sin. People write poetry because they have no choice Answering to the call of their gift. Where some tend to pull their readers down Others compose to give them a lift. Always remember the power of poetry Is used by both heaven and hell. It’s up to us to choose our pleasure As poetry remains alive and well. WHISPERS OF THE HEART Poetry consumed is where wisdom begins As we heed to the whispers of the heart. It’s easy to blame others for our dismay When from ignorance we refuse to part. Verse is a beacon of hope in the darkness, To help us navigate the pitfalls of strife. Far more people write it, than read it, And that’s why there’s endless conflict in life. I write poems to help fuel the light By sharing what God has given me. With stories of life, love, war and more. Where heroes pray on bended knee. By Tom Zart [This message has been edited by Tom Zart (01-04-2007 08:18 AM).] |
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