Best Eliot Poems
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
Categories:
eliot, dedication, heart, red, dark,
Form:
Quatrain
Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh! so fresh and green
Budded with cupidity and sin,
In shadow behind the lamp,
Tent pitched beneath a Portabello mushroom,
On your ear lobe is that an earring?
These mushrooms grow in the air from Hamadan,
While you examine a cemented palm print
On the footwalk of Stars embedded in archaic senility,
What, after all, is your Machiavellian plan?
Eye huge behind the magnifying glass,
Sinister, these fates of March,
‘Perhaps there is something in it after all’
Otherwise, why have the cacti mutated so?
We cannot help but oversimplify,
Decimation follows the metric system,
Is uniform, total and immediate,
Decimation does in turn itself mutate.
Ashes radiate ashes to create a wasteland
Shrunken ovaries, ululating uterus
As rheumy eyes keep shrewd watch for the Holy Grail
On a spec of dust in the universe.
Categories:
eliot, life, people, philosophy, universe,
Form:
Blank verse
the first time that we saw him
we were worried for his health
he was sat upon a seat nearby
and talking to himself
his fingernails were broken
like his unconnected speech
and he spoke of really nothing
as he stared towards the beach
the next time that we saw him
he was stroking a stray cat
whose paws were hid beneath its fur
right where the stressed man sat
my wife first smiled then spoke to him
and asked him how things were
he was worried that his wife was ill
and sad he didn't care
the last time that we saw him
his whole head was in his hands
we were sitting on those seats again
across from Margate sands
beside him was a notepad
dated 1921
he stood up from his seat and then
half smiled and then was gone
we read what he had written
on that pad he left behind:
“these words of hope then hoplessness
reflect my state of mind.
~ ~ ~
"On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing."
(T.S. Eliot / "The Waste Land")
Categories:
eliot, beach, mental illness, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Client 9 Governor Spitzer
Was once New York’s ethics blitzer
This VIP flub
At the Emperor Club
Came from an overworked spritzer
Categories:
eliot, funny, political
Form:
Limerick
Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn
I'm going to leave this heap
By the side of the road
And hitchhike home.
Categories:
eliot, car, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Categories:
eliot, age, allegory, angst, crazy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Categories:
eliot, poems,
Form:
Shape
What tune do politicians excrete
Upon their plank to please?
Manana !
What response do husbands bleat
From a chair,at ease ?
Manana !
Categories:
eliot, funny, husband, political
Form:
Epigram
What chorus do bankers use
when paper profits they prepare ?
BONUS !
What word would a poet choose
of his peers,plaudits declare ?
BONUS !
Categories:
eliot, business, on writing and
Form:
Epigram
Ultimate truth it's cradle is wisdom
All begins is wisdom’s simplicity
Joins together a begin to an end(Agape's wedding band)
Truth doth end all knowledge complexity
Source wisdom refold remold wisdom gold
Life’s journey’s end is a journey’s begin
Ultimate choice humanity’s own voice
Where wisdom begins and knowledge ends
Wilderness__ lost souls intertwined__ in mind
Thus we all shall arrive at very start
To know wisdom begin for the first time
Wisdom’s center where souls of hearts did part
Through an unknown remembered sacred gate
Unto source of wisdom’s longest river
Souls return unto wisdom’s sacred fate
To ultimate truth__ wisdom’s life giver
Ultimate wisdom sacred DNA
Wisdom’s Agape__ ultimate creator
The child’s sacred return from it’s play
Knowledge returns from complexity’s tour
(Inspired by T.S. Eliot)
We shall cease from our mind’s exploration
Costing us not less than mind’s everything
When our tongues of mind’s flame are in-folded
Only then crowned knots of fire and rose become one
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Categories:
eliot, inspirational, lovewisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
This Age of Staggered Man
Needs a timely thought
The Invincible Destiny is hovering over head
Why the youth is being wasted
O'er things which are dead?
The invisible burden over the shoulders
Of this feeble 'hollow man' of Eliot
Is too tremendous to tread
Steadily on the Treacherous Terrain
Would all the thinking go in vain?
The heart of a poet is wrenched
With the drastically devastating domain
Of Mindless Mechanism taking over
Before it blasts the Blessings
Would it be checked and harnessed?
Categories:
eliot, 12th grade, addiction, conflict,
Form:
Alliteration
post-mortem note to mr. eliot
dearest thomas,
having lived long enough to see the
a-bomb drop, one wonders if you had
rethought your infamous ending
to “The Hollow Men,”
for most certainly
the world will not go with a
whimper,
we would be so lucky
to be rolled up in the fetus position
down deep in a shadowy corner,
to wither away “whimpering”
a slow & silent
personal demise,
each one of us---
however,
as things look,
the a-bomb will appear a walk in the
park, compared to what we have
coming---
the only justice is that it’s exactly
what we all
deserve.
Categories:
eliot, life,
Form:
Free verse
Knowing for the first time (after TS Eliot)
Knowing for the first time
means becoming aware
that there really is
no first or next time..
It means realizing
time has asserted itself
as a fencing
with barbed-wire barbs
claiming their sequence
marking our surrender
of freedom..
As time barbs dissolve
in our space of being
we know with joy
for the first and all time...
We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot
Categories:
eliot, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
What tune does youth most play
when future's biding ?
Today !
What wisdom does age convey
when time is passing ?
Today !
An eliot is an epigram form I labelled in honour of George Eliot the English novelist/poet,
inspired by an example in Chap 8 of her book Daniel Deronda.Here is her epigram should you
wish to try one for yourself
What name doth Joy most borrow
when life is fair ?
Tomorrow !
What name does best fit sorrow
In young despair?
Tomorrow !
Categories:
eliot, life, on writing and
Form:
Epigram
Choice gathers poise in cryptic lines,
Reason seems ***** in odd converge;
Yes echoes voice in brilliant mind,
Pique strangely steers choice in vain merge;
Touch fronts a craze in verse logic,
Induce refrains within the terse;
Confuse the maze that allude flicks.
Troubling times pain in wounded verse,
Scenes of despair streak odd disease,
Explore down and up the wayward stress;
Loss stains the air in broken peace,
Oblivion cups the pungent mess;
Instruct no more the squalid race,
Time and space pour a curious trace.
Leon Enriquez
03 May 2015
Singapore
Categories:
eliot, blessing,
Form:
Sonnet