Best Ts 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...

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A moment of your time TS Eliot
as I shall praise you with glory.
You are a genius,
an American now an English Gentleman
went to Harvard,
went to London,
Married the first girl you met,
disgraced your family in Saint Louie!
Became friends with the great Ezra Pound,
tell him I said, "hello,"

1915,

The...

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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....

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An Afternoon with T. S. Elliott

As I lay on the verdant grass at college 
under the Myrtle tree 
I am bathed and entranced by the dancing-dappled light 
That flickers above me through warm patchy autumn skies
And diamonds of light that sparkle on yellow green finger...

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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...

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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...

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Altering the effects of a certain chemical,
Though the results are only ephemeral.

It was always the last resort,
But still my life is a distort.
How much more support?

If I don’t drink up,
That water from my cup,
A stingy feeling on my tongue,
Like that time I almost hung.

They say...

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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...

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TS Elliott

Did read her poems and things resonate,
When from Regina, they would originate;
She is regal; 
Has a beagle,
And write poems she is sure to stimulate.

Jim Horn...

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Three R’s – are they still relevant
Or do you wonder where they went
They’ve been replaced it seems to me
By something let’s call the three Ts
Reading, writing, rithmatic
Have been replaced – they didn’t stick
It’s now texting, typing, tapping
That has the kids all yapping
Pen and paper practice...

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              yeah she do

            puck'r up them
              ...

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Ts and Cs    

                Life I can’t do 
             Not on life’s terms 
 ...

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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...

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In the hush of April showers,
Whispering secrets of rebirth and decay,
I find myself lost in the labyrinth
Of dampened streets and sodden souls.

The rain taps softly on my windowpane,
A rhythmic reminder of time's ceaseless flow,
And I, a specter in this world,
Drift aimlessly through the fog of...

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