An older man who can swim your heart make you fall in love with him through the TV screen
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
Here in St. Ides Heaven,
Knocking back anti-reality,
Bottle after bottle,
I become immortal
And while I ascend,
The Invisible Man plays,
Smiling with his ugly face,
And I tell him that he's good
As the world roars below,
With chaotic complexity,
I'm glad he's here with me,
To share a simple tune.
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 shaped leaves-
Autumn’s warmth softly caresses my uncovered feet
It encourages me to slumber – until my gaze is mesmerized at
Two courting grey and pink Galahs perched in the branches above me
As they caress each other-
And above my head-even higher
Two yellow/green/blue parrots playfully peck and groom
Amidst a myriad of other bird calls
From other birds that are hidden to my eyes-
Then suddenly - I glimpse them - darting here and there playing
Catch-me-if-you-can - amidst the dappled rippling light that falls on
Grey-brown branches
I pause and ponder for a moment; I should be writing my assignment on T. S. Elliott; I think upon one of his lines...
" Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree!" T.S. Elliott
At last I hear God’s inviting voice; muted sounds on the wind- is this-
His voice-of Love?
Brenda V Northeast c 30/03/05 (Re write- 20/1/2012)