Best Elliott Poems

I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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I am the wind 
beneath the 
sparrows wings 
as it heavenly sings.
I am the single rose 
sitting in a barren land.
I am the the lions...

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Hmm 
What is life ? some say life is a puzzle and I ask is it one we will ever complete?

Huh? Tell me will the...

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A mortal breath expires drifting to where? 
Taken into the mystery of, invisible open air. 
To where could that breath have gone?Instantaneously
snatched, unaware. left behind...

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A soul weeps in flesh for the pain I left behind.
 I am sorry for the pain,the tears, I left for you to bear. 
These...

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As unfocused and natural as breathing 
As unrestricted as dreaming
Creativity derives from formless –
From liberty

Don’t think
Write now
Correct later
This is poetry in its most perfect form
Just...

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E.T.
Kind-hearted alien
asked his friend: “Can I phone home?”
Elliott nervously replied: “Will it be a collect call?”...

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I got the wine sick blues and i paid my dues
Been wining and whining but not doing no shining
I got the wine sick blues 
There...

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Gene Autry, Hopalong 
And Tim McCoy
Waved goodby to me 
As off into the sunset they go

Wild Bil Elliott, The Lone Ranger 
And Tonto were there
As...

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GRANDDAD’S Homemade BEAN SOUP

Bean soup was served ‘cause Granddad was in town. 
     Yes, every grown up in the neighborhood. 
Was...

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~ Drink up baby,
Stay up all night ~
Put your hand
In my hand, 
And you'll be alright.

~ Dominos falling
In a chain reaction ~
Lost in lust &...

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Flying above streams of love.

Poison flowing streams of hate. 

Streams dried and dead love found. 

Love lost love. 

Love found death.



Loving sounds drowned by hate.
The...

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Movie theater crowded. 
                     ...

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You are~
The queen of hive~keeping a universe of sweetness alive.
The richness of air~ more richness than a gem or bank can bare.
The float of a...

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“The New York Times” was this group’s original name.
Within two years, they were garnering fame.
Two women and three men sang in wonderful harmony
in clubs around...

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