Poems by Elliott

A Gentle Soul

A Note To Self

A Poet's Nightmare

A Storm Is Coming

Absolutely

America

At A Glance

At Face Value

Befriended

Black Cosmos

Blue

Boston Love

Buena Vista

Chicago

China Doll

Chivalrous

Come Unto Me

Coming Home

Company Notice

Complicated

Constrictions

Crystal Clear

Dad's Chair

Disinterested

Don't Know No Better

Don't You Know?

Down In The Delta

Down On Bended Knees

Dreaming

Drugs

Each Day

Earth Crying, Dying

Emeralds In Her Eyes

Failed Attempt

Family Fiber

Farmers

Few And Far Between

For The Ages

Forfeited

From Whence We Came

Glacier

God's Country

Grade A

Her Initials

How Could I Let Her
Get Away?

How Many Hearts

How Will You Know?

Hurt People Hurt People

I Left My Mark

I Should Take A Bite

I've Said It Before.

If I

If You Love Me

In My Image

In Natchez

Indestructible

Internet Affair

Interracial
Neighborhood

Iridescent State

It Must Be

It Was You

Jennifer

Just Because

Keepsake

Kings/Queens Of The
Corner

Lean Not On Your Own
Understanding

London (Circa 1976)

Love Me

Love Retreat From Me

Love's Bad Weekend

Manifesto Of Youth

Many Nights

Marry Me!

Matters Of The Heart

May These Things Be

Mental

Metamorphosis

Midnight Prayer

Misty Lake

Misunderstood

Momma Gave Me This
Recipe

More

Mr. Mim's House

Murky Reflection

Music

My Angelic One

My Little Girl

My Mind Maketh A
Fool Of Me

Naja

Night Night Baby,
Night Night

Nomad

One Knows

One Million Kisses

Out Of The Rain

Party For Two

Piece de resistance

Plugged In

Post Traumatic Stress

Prelude to Love

Promises

Ready

Remember This

Renewal Of Spirit

Separatism

Shadows Of The Heart

Shallow Man

Sharon, Wisconsin

She Walks The Line

Sheers At The Window

Sinful

Sirens At The Dock

Sleep, Shall I Find
Thee?

Something's Afoul

South Of The Border

Stanley
The Soul Of A People

Thick Lips

My Heart Went Out That
Night! (Roaming Bogota)

It Must Be

Plugged In

Window Conversation

You Make My Rivers
Flow

Shadows Of The Heart

What Ever Happened To
The Milkman?

The Process

In Natchez

Down On Bended Knees

If I

Midnight  Prayer

Encore

The Hand Of God

Piece de resistance

The Unseen

This Cacophony
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A Note to Self
The magnet held it, to be exact,
one year and seven months. It
never
moved, even if the door slammed.
Out the corner of his eye, with
each visit to the fridge, he
could see it.

He would discount it.
Nonetheless, it had power. Much!
The simple note would stir his
soul.
The note would shoot to the
forefront an unsettling decision.
He contemplated removing it,
but never did. Why?

Because, it was a reminder
of what should be a top priority,
a most important matter. One that
shouldn't be on the back burner,
vaulted to the recesses of his
mind.

It stated, just call her!

A New Story
This is a New Story.
It's about love, peace, joy.

You don't want to hear it!
Do you?

You want to hear about fear,
pain, and running around
insane!

I'll tell you about a great plan.
To forgive and forget.
How to encourage and uplift,
to give others your gifts.

You don't want to hear it!
Do you?

You want stories of killing and
rape.
Shoot them up, toss them out,    
that kind of plot. Stories of being
rough, T.V. stuff!

Well, I got a New Story.

A Gentle Soul
I've come to know a gentle soul.
One who listens to me,
my ramblings and passions.
Even puts up with my manic
reactions.

I've come to know a gentle soul.
One who is not boisterous.
One who will not scold.

I've come to know a gentle soul.
One in tune with the universe.
One who does not curse.

I've come to know a gentle soul.
One who comforts me, who if need
be, will let me be.

This gentle spirit is my friend,
my confidant.

And I will love her till the end.

At a Glance
At first glance, I was in a trance!
How could this be? Me!
However, I must confess,
one look at her chin made me
grin.
Put my heart to the test.
I would be at my best.

Her nose was chiseled and
sharpened. It made me want her
more, to walk her to the door.

But alas, she must be out of my
class. She must drink from a
stemmed glass. So, my intellect
informed me to pass.

But, another look was all it took!
The glamor of her eyes picked up
my stride.
I took a deep breath and a long
step.
I would ask her for a date,
she would tell me don't be late,
become my mate.

Then, in walked her date!

Befriended
Friends.
Many have I from childhood,
from along the way. From
escapades of far away places and
yesterday.
But there is only one like you!
True Blue.

You who have sacrificed.
You who are most trustworthy.
You who tells me the truth,
without being mute.
You bring up my faults and
failures
in such a way, I must say, that
places me on alert, to search and
seek. To find peace in my past
mistakes and misjudgments.
You know me and I you!

When life was dark, my spirit
weak,
when I was in need the most,
'twas you who became my soul's
host.
This Cacophony

Uncouth we appear to be.
This cacophony.
Unrelated, a compilation of
different
colors, ideas and styles.
To the naked eye, voices mixed
in a clamor: loud, disillusioned
and confused.
Yet, in truth, against all odds,
this cacophony semi-united.
Disagreeable we appear to be,
unable to relate, yet still we
procreate.
Since the beginning of time,
since we became entwined,
through tribal aggression envious
backbiting infighting.
We appear to lack refinement and
cohesiveness.
This cacophony.
Look deeper and you will see
the beauty, the lack of fuss,
the underlying trust,
the ability to hold it together
in inclement weather. This
cacophony.
Ever since, we learned to dine or
to keep time.
Once we learned to sit in some
semblance of peace,
this cacophony has learned to
teach,
to impart our thoughts through
words and deeds.
This cacophony has become
brothers.
We have fought. We have torn
apart at times our brother’s heart.
Yet in the mix of the mire,
within the essence of our beings,
we stand side by side. This
cacophony.
Think you that we cannot get
along.
Yet, this cacophony has climbed
mountains, built bridges. This
rabble has come together,
aided enemies during
catastrophic manifestations, in
the face of natural disasters, foes
forgot their woes.
This cacophony has passed on
secrets to each other, vowed never
to be told.
This cacophony has bred with
each other’s daughters and forged
new nations from nothing.
This cacophony, right from the
start,
has never really been apart.
Black, White, Red, Yellow.
Every color of the tribe has
stayed alive.
This cacophony throughout time,
during wars, famines, tidal
waves, earthquakes, fires and
floods, in gains and major pains,
still stands together. This
Cacophony, Us.
All Books, Poems
and Music are
from US  - Source
Coming Home

I wonder who will be there?
I wonder what they will say?
It's been a long time, but
I'm coming home!

Left a long time ago, walked out
that door. Was going to see
the world, but didn't get far.
Never even bought a car.
Never went to school.
I've been a fool.
But, I'm coming home now!

They will all be waiting.
Sis, Billy, and Mae.
I know it will be a great day.
I won't know what to say.
Cause, they and I know, should
have stayed, but thought I
needed to find my own way.
Only all I did, was delay
Coming Home!

Columbian Spirit
Like the Andes, elevated is your
sense of God and nature.
Your connection to the souls
of the lost, sensitive, to say the
least.

Columbian girl, to find
what you seek, go within.
This way you will not go without.
Use the spirits of the ancestors
to bring your spirit into full
connection with the universal
chant
Aaah-moo-Chee-Chee-Aa...ah.
This will lead you from captivity.
This will set you free.
This will open up the quantum
circle.
This is your way to Nadir.
Draw on your inner being to
release
the chains that bind your soul.

Constrictions
Sea to shore, flower to sun!
Bird to sky, river to lake.
Drawn together, without choice!
A certain natural bonding,
no chance involved!
Connecting, blending as one!
Alas, Me to you!
As grass to earth. Growing from,
conforming! Things unstoppable.
No borders, no boundaries,
no containment possible!
Dare say I, even feasible!
Nothing! Nothing! Will, can, keep
us
apart!
As rain comes to wind! Music to
ears. These forces cannot be
restricted!
Ever moving towards,
joining, interlocking.
A most natural procession.
So too, our love!

Complicated
Too hard.
Can't do it.
Don't even want to try.
Too much work.
I would have to give 100%.
Can't do it.

Won't do it.
Would have to look into it.
Read, study.
No way.
No time.
Must sleep.
Too much effort.
You do it.

NO WAY!
NO HOW!
THINK NOT!

Disinterested
He had been that way so long.
No regard for anything or anyone.
Cared nothing for the environment.
No concern for laws, his weight.
Would wear anything out in
public.
Would not read the paper or any
form of print.
Didn't watch television.
Didn't like kids.
He was one miserable SOB.
Funny thing about all of this, he
used to be me!

Not anymore!
Now I'm concerned.
I desire to learn - about you, about
the world.
Tell me of distant places.
Inform me of recipes.
Discuss with me the meaning of
life.
The importance of Mathematical
Geochemistry.
Play Bach to me as we taste cheese.

Cause, being disinterested was
boring!

Don't Worry, Don't Fret

The kid told me he wanted to die.
Said he had nothing to live for.
Said he was better off dead.

That is when I said,
"Don't you worry, don't you fret.
Your God is not done with you yet."

You have much to live for, much to
give. Times are coming when you
will be ahead. It might seem hard
now, it might look dark, yet in the
morning comes the sound of the
lark. This bird will sing for you.
She will give you the seed on
which to feed. So, my young
friend, please take heed.

"Don't you worry, don't you fret.
Your God is not done with you yet!"

Summer

That Kiss

That Should
Not Have Happened

The Path

The Aftermath
(New Orleans)

The Answer (Marry
Me)

The Artist

The Autumn Of My
Life

The Blind Date

The Boutique

The Calculated Risk

The Center Of My
Universe

The Class

The Encore

The First Time I Saw
You

The Garden

The Girl With No
Name

The Hand Of God

The Highlands

The Mad Man

The Matchmaker

The Monk

The Munoz Affect

The Open Door

The Periodicals

The Process

The Reason For This
Season

The Scope Of Things

The Seashore

The Shoe

The Sun Also Shines

The Things We Do

The Violin

The VW And The
Old Soul

The Wheel Keeps
Turning

The Young Rapper

Then Came You

Thick Lips

This Is What It Is

Tis, Tis, Tis

To Each His Own

Tormented

Tropical Lesson

Uncle Nate's Ice Cream

Under Fire

Until The Sun
Shines No More

Vanguards Of The
Desert

Vaporized

Waiting for Dad

Wandering Souls

Was He A Walker Or
A Stalker?

Well, Well, Well

What A Difference A
Year Makes

What Do You Think
About That?

What If Mankind
Used The Feminine
Side?

What Is Out There?

What Reason Could
There Be?

What Will Be, Will
Be

What's Next?

While You Were Out

Why

Why Can't It Be Easy?

Why Did Uncle Move?

Window Conversation

Women

Words

Yes

Yesteryear

You Asked Me When
I Knew

You Caught Me At A
Bad Time

You Make My Rivers
Flow

You're Invited

A Voice On The
Phone

Avant-garde

Columbian Spirit

She Was A
Concubine In Her
Mind

Darkness Overcomes
Me

Don't Worry, Don't
Fret

Father Said

FM The Nation
Station

Husband's
Awakening

I Saw A Heron

If Love Comes Your
Way

Intellectual

Is This Deep or What?

No Friend Of Mine

Not When It Comes To
Momma

Take Me To Mary's
Grave

Taking Out Time

That Time of Year

That Was Mine

The Colosseum

The Dropout

The Grocery List

The Me You Can Not
See

There Is A Place

These Three Things

Those On The Back
Of The Heavenly Bus

Visitor at Night

What Ever Happened
To The Milkman?

Who Am I?

Why Won't You Set
Me Free?

Inner Peace

The Unseen

Maybe

Granny's Pecan Pie
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Divinely Inspired
In 2005 Elliott began to write poetry. He had
never written any before. It was revealed later,
when Source began to speak through Elliott to
Diane, that all of the poems were indeed sent
and inspired by Them. The poems were in fact
preparation for the books that would be coming
to all of you.
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