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My Man TS Eliot

Doth it not thrill thee, Poet, Dead and dust though thy art, To feel how I press thy singing Close to my heart? Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, my poems recite my plight. As two souls mix heart stashes, inspired of mastery might. A precept building ahead of time, TS Eliot dubbed the dark poet. Poems compare the heart and mind, T. was fearful human concepts blow it. Listen, I recite God’s prophet poet, the waste land be the human mind. Eliot recites death as concepts sow it. Valley shadows death, human kind. Branches, the parasites of human rubbish, as Eliot compares God’s precept dovish. Sorrow and blood slaughter is unleashed, as humans seek beasts’ minds for publish The human shall not cease of beast, mind-wilderness concept abominations, until he return to origin of flourish east. Hear wisdom of T’s dark connotations “TS near quotes Of roots that clutch of which branches grow, of its stony rubbish is only concepts of man. Broken images of rubbish, cannot flow, for of the red rock is the precept grand. “TS near quotes The blood drained of the eternal red stone. Fear is but a handful of flesh-turned dust. Death shadow dust is swallowed of throne, as the red stone shall bud of evergreen thrust. For Dear Heart And Contest The Passionate Reader Welcome back Dear Heart

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  1. Date: 11/11/2011 1:49:00 PM
    Beautiful write on your hero, John. I've always loved Macavity the Mystery Cat, but I don't know much else by Eliot

  1. Date: 11/6/2011 10:21:00 PM
    TS is one of the GIANTS. My favorite is the "Low life Laurette", the great Charles Bukowski! Tho' he spoke from the bottle...the booze was all he knew!

  1. Date: 11/2/2011 10:57:00 PM
    I love the writings of TS Elliot....a great choice...I think it is funny what Paula wrote below also...look what your writing did?

  1. Date: 11/1/2011 12:52:00 PM
    Every now and then we come across a writer whose words come from their soul, not just from their brain. John Steinbeck is among them but I never cared much for Eliot. You did a tremendous job describing your perception of Eliot's "dark" words. Wishing you success in the contest and your Soup mail was returned. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 11/1/2011 6:55:00 AM
    Screwtap(pop)e seeks to decieve you out of a soul.....misery for eternal fire.

  1. Date: 10/30/2011 9:30:00 PM
    Heya again, John. I see wot you mean about the 1st stanza. I was wrong, which doesn't surprise me at all!

  1. Date: 10/30/2011 6:36:00 PM
    lovely write

  1. Date: 10/30/2011 2:13:00 PM
    Heya John. It would be a shame if you didn't place because you didn't add the contest-required quote with this poem. Yup, yup, a supposed dark mind who pointed towards the light, was this T.S. Eliot. You have some complex construction going on here. Well done.