Tall Stories - Fine Books For Discerning People

"Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign............"

"...Born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England,Alfred Tennyson is one of the most well-loved Victorian poets. Tennyson, the fourth of twelve children, showed an early talent for writing. At the age of twelve he wrote a 6,000-line epic poem.......".

The  Poem  has  inspired  many  artists  &  musicians.

Siegfried Sassoon

Suicide in the Trenches

 

I knew a simple soldier boy

Who grinned at life in empty joy,

Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,

And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum, 

With crumps and lice and lack of rum,

He put a bullet through his brain.

No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye

Who cheer when soldier lads march by,

Sneak home and pray you'll never know 

The...

The Seeds were buried deep

by

Matthew Mokoena

The Seeds were buried deep…

Six days labour with harboured heaves,

Rolled up sleeves,

No sleep, grief, nor partial reprieve.

Deep…

From spoken word metaphors that big banged metal doors to settle scores,

Deep, hanging,

Pendulum swinging statements that cradled life.

Deep…

“LET THERE BE…” lived long before the light could even breath.

Deep…

Is just a matter of mortal perception,

To God, we remain shallow in our ...

by

Matthew Mokoena

She was a strong,
black,
loveless woman.
She said,
"He doesn't love me no more.
He doesn't hold me down or beat me against the concrete floor, doesn't hit me with concrete thoughts as he slams the bedroom door.
He d...

Older people are exiting this life as if it were a movie… "I didn’t get it,"
they are saying.
He says, "It didn’t seem to have any plot."
"No." she says, "it seemed like things just kept coming at me. Most of the
time I was confused… and there was way too much sex and violence."
"Violence anyway," he says.
"It was not much for character development either; most of the time
people were either shouting or mumbling. Then just when someone st...

Rowan am I and I           am sister to the Red Man
my berries are guarded           by dreamless dragons
my wood charms the           spells from witches
and in the wide plains           my floods quicken