Ts Poems - Poems about Ts

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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 existence. Each droplet a prism, refracting memories, Fragmented visions of forgotten days, Echoes...

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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 a stray cat. Its paws were hid beneath its fur Right where...

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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 I’m weak and pathetic, For taking these tablets. they are not empathetic. So...

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

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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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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,...

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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 odd disease, Explore down and up the wayward stress; Loss stains 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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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 publication of Prufrock, my favorite poem, spoke to me so much, I cried...

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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 shaped leaves- Autumn’s warmth softly caresses my uncovered feet It encourages...

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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....

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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 – no longer being done Everything is keyboard – cursive? –...

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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 intertwined__ in mind Thus we all shall arrive at very start To...

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