Poems About T S Eliot Seeking Friendly Advice
#TSEliot
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2022 4:47am
28th May 2022 4:47am
We Shan't Go
I hear the tiny voice through the trees,
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
of you, of me; do not ask why.
The night wraps us in its blanket of promise
and we have multitudes of choices to make
and answers call in the evening lull
as mist upon our faces falls;
when but now, or where, but here
no, do not ask why.
Let us walk, our feet finding a way,
let us tread into the longest night unaware
until it's day, as far as we dare,
no, do not ask why.
I fancy I have been here awhile,
seeing every kind of smile,
every grin that knowing bears; ...
#love
#romantic
#night
#TSEliot
#NaPoWriMo2022
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:02am
17th May 2020 4:02am
Manor On A Hill
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
#home
#historical
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
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6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 3:53am
29th Oct 2019 3:53am
Keeper Of Time
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present'
-T.S. Elliot
Keeper of Time for whom the clock winds,
keeper of all things misaligned,
Keeper of one, two and three,
times of which are Time's decree.
Striking clock we strain to hear
stridently to end all fears.
Where is the one whom time keeps still,
what are such needs you only fill?
Timely, though, you all but know ...
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present'
-T.S. Elliot
Keeper of Time for whom the clock winds,
keeper of all things misaligned,
Keeper of one, two and three,
times of which are Time's decree.
Striking clock we strain to hear
stridently to end all fears.
Where is the one whom time keeps still,
what are such needs you only fill?
Timely, though, you all but know ...
#TSEliot
962 reads
12 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
1st Oct 2019 2:22am
Of Death And Birth: Fire And The Rose
We die with the dying:
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
See, they depart and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'
-T. S. Elliot
I
The way of ignorance is the way home:
Go, go! Folly is the only way;
knowledge is the unlearning of itself.
Do not try harder, try less;
this is the only way, the unpropitious one.
(Love is the only lesson that can't be learned.)
The Sky and The Earth agree:
I end where I began,
the way there...
#birth
#death
#fall
#LifeCycle
#TSEliot
721 reads
8 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 5:57pm
30th Sep 2019 5:57pm
O’Malley, The Bobby Cat
Every evening at, oh, around quarter past eight
You are likely to see him around the park’s gate
O’Malley, the Bobby Cat, walking his beat
Keeping rodents in check while patrolling the streets
They say he was once just a wild alley cat
In The War, no one knew where O’Malley was at
He returned with a new found respect for the law
But still tough as nails, with the sharpest of claws
With dignified grace he now strolls through his beat
Policing his city for something delicious to eat
And occasionally he’ll chat up a jellicle lady ...
You are likely to see him around the park’s gate
O’Malley, the Bobby Cat, walking his beat
Keeping rodents in check while patrolling the streets
They say he was once just a wild alley cat
In The War, no one knew where O’Malley was at
He returned with a new found respect for the law
But still tough as nails, with the sharpest of claws
With dignified grace he now strolls through his beat
Policing his city for something delicious to eat
And occasionally he’ll chat up a jellicle lady ...
#cats
#TSEliot
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 12:50pm
19th Sep 2019 12:50pm
Observations
( after T.S. Eliot )
A literary man of books,
I’d taken her as a lover.
Then yesterday I felt it time
To break it off for another.
The tables of my plan, on me
Have turned the way that she is done.
To moving on, ideal and pure;
I cannot change, or sully her.
Her bare feet trip lightly across
The balcony in early morn’,
Where no sun’s heated flush had yet
Graced patio of Venus’ breath.
To this reflection, heart and soul,
In spite of everything I...
A literary man of books,
I’d taken her as a lover.
Then yesterday I felt it time
To break it off for another.
The tables of my plan, on me
Have turned the way that she is done.
To moving on, ideal and pure;
I cannot change, or sully her.
Her bare feet trip lightly across
The balcony in early morn’,
Where no sun’s heated flush had yet
Graced patio of Venus’ breath.
To this reflection, heart and soul,
In spite of everything I...
#love
#breakup
#MovingOn
#obsession
#TSEliot
568 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:36am
12th Sep 2019 2:36am
O Light Invisible (Light Within)
In lapping waves did light recede,
as light within my mind so grieved.
O, light that took no form or mien,
yet rushed along to softly fade;
to shrink as slowly did the day.
A child looked up into the night
and felt as if he was that bright;
within his heart his soul took flight,
high above an innocence
deeply felt, deeply found:
How I was that child once,
unafraid, unbound.
How, removed from
perception, direction,
I was a ray of light in reflection;
a light unfettered, unknowing of domain ...
as light within my mind so grieved.
O, light that took no form or mien,
yet rushed along to softly fade;
to shrink as slowly did the day.
A child looked up into the night
and felt as if he was that bright;
within his heart his soul took flight,
high above an innocence
deeply felt, deeply found:
How I was that child once,
unafraid, unbound.
How, removed from
perception, direction,
I was a ray of light in reflection;
a light unfettered, unknowing of domain ...
#hope
#inspirational
#spiritual #TSEliot
#spiritual #TSEliot
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16 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
6th Sep 2019 6:31am
6th Sep 2019 6:31am
Years after Missouri crossed the Pond
( after T.S.Eliot )
I spoke in Londonderry overtones,
Dripping pedigree from my facial bones.
Impeccably my tailor did the pins,
He knew where to hide away a man’s sins.
By then of middle age one couldn’t tell
Where jowling had begun or where it fell.
Seemed like a love affair with nip and tuck,
And never once by needle was I stuck.
For here I declare this testimony:
His diligence of Semite art on me.
The youth I once held upright years ago,
I bow allegiance to each...
I spoke in Londonderry overtones,
Dripping pedigree from my facial bones.
Impeccably my tailor did the pins,
He knew where to hide away a man’s sins.
By then of middle age one couldn’t tell
Where jowling had begun or where it fell.
Seemed like a love affair with nip and tuck,
And never once by needle was I stuck.
For here I declare this testimony:
His diligence of Semite art on me.
The youth I once held upright years ago,
I bow allegiance to each...
#religion
#respect
#inequality #TSEliot
#inequality #TSEliot
559 reads
11 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 1:04am
4th Sep 2019 1:04am
Not On Purpose
A famous line, writ long before my time.
He’d be banned from Twitter, or worse
If he dared to post such verse
In public, in the shallow culture of our own time.
“Do I dare disturb the universe?”
Let us go then, you and I,
And make our escape from this world on-line
Back to a world inhabited by human-kind
Unafraid to say what we like.
No bits on a screen spewing words crass and mean.
Parchment will do.
Let us go then, you and I,
To a world fit for flesh and bone
Where reality means we may suffer alone ...
He’d be banned from Twitter, or worse
If he dared to post such verse
In public, in the shallow culture of our own time.
“Do I dare disturb the universe?”
Let us go then, you and I,
And make our escape from this world on-line
Back to a world inhabited by human-kind
Unafraid to say what we like.
No bits on a screen spewing words crass and mean.
Parchment will do.
Let us go then, you and I,
To a world fit for flesh and bone
Where reality means we may suffer alone ...
#oppression
#TruthOfLife
#freedom #TSEliot
#freedom #TSEliot
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2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
18th Oct 2017 10:31pm
18th Oct 2017 10:31pm
A Beauty
I am moved by the fancies that are curled
Around these images and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing ‘
- T. S. Elliot
I
The heart can go to and fro
This is what I know of love, not beauty,
For I loved in the grittiest of moments,
Tattered and beaten, hands soiled.
Beauty knows not of its own shadow;
It is one with itself, it is an illusion,
How it aspires to what we already know.
II
Borne in calamity, faced with...
Around these images and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing ‘
- T. S. Elliot
I
The heart can go to and fro
This is what I know of love, not beauty,
For I loved in the grittiest of moments,
Tattered and beaten, hands soiled.
Beauty knows not of its own shadow;
It is one with itself, it is an illusion,
How it aspires to what we already know.
II
Borne in calamity, faced with...
#TSEliot
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