A Child’s Unique Insight: Free Drawing
Terence Craddock said
“Rachael studies pictures
with an eye for detail,
like story books, always
picks me, younger Hesti,
no; too many changes.”
Miroslava Odalovic replied
“Both my daughters
have a great talent for art
which will be systematically
destroyed throughout their
education.” Interesting?
And Terence Craddock replied
“studied that once,
(for personal curiosity
interesting research data
a child’s unique insight)
at free original drawing,
then adult drawn examples,
one change, each creeps
into their work, their originality
goes, the introduced becomes
their work, ” primary normality.
And Miroslava Odalovic replied
“Blaza could draw for hours
(once measured the time
as I was worried, it was 4 hours)
when small, now she's too lazy
to finish a drawing at school,
as it is a homework.” Work?
Key word work establishes
dictates perceptions controlled,
it is fun to independent childhood
play, when framework superimposed
is rigid, staff inflexibility adhered
to; options abilities are limited boxed.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Child’s Toy
a whirl of sunshine and cup of blue
within a single line of poetry
our world becomes a spinning top
First prime line written by Miroslava Odalovic.
Title, second and third lines written by Terence George Craddock
Copyright © Miroslava Odalovic and Terence George Craddock
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Work Hard, Play Harder
Work seems to be mandatory,
For people like me,
Slaving over books at school,
Just to get the grades,
We don’t have much money,
So after school I work,
Cleaning, babysitting, retail,
It’s tiring after awhile,
Homework and coursework,
Two more pains of teenage life,
It seems to me that I,
Work all night and work all day,
In the future for many years to come,
I know I’ll have to work,
Uni work and training,
I’ll need a part time job too,
But then I see, between it all,
I do get a rest and have fun,
I have great times, out with friends,
Addicted to CSI,
So now I work faster,
To get it over with,
Cus my philosophy is,
Work hard now, play harder later.
poem by Cathryn Martin
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Wavelets Of Light
enlightened darkness an embryo upon the horizon
is the birth of light the breath
taking dawn with possibilities waking
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘You just have to go out’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Weaving Shadow Into Wingbeats
kingfisher spread your wings
in sudden flight above the water
be your perch rock or branches
fly free launch faith above water
“a soulhunter upon water”
plumage sparkles dazzles
soul soaring upon water
dream sharing dart visions
binocular vision colour vision
irises perceive distance piercing
compensate refraction of water
underwater reflection in hunting
able to judge underwater depths
accurately perceiving heartbeats
weaving shadow into wingbeats
fly with me swift healer of souls
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by ‘You're my fisherman’ by Miroslava Odalovic. The above quoted line is also from ‘You're my fisherman’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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School's back
The vacation is over school's about to start,
new school bag, new books and also new prop.
After a long break again Homework,
just work, work and work.
Again scoldings by teacher and mother,
how would I be able to manage this is just a wonder!
No T.V. just studdies,
and also not playing with buddies.
Just studies and strain,
and also not playing in rain.
But however it may be,
school is really great!
poem by Apurva Gore
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Deadlines
enjoy your sleep
while I work on
into the night
long into the night hours
as you lay sleeping
I must work on and on...
so much to do
I must be strong
no time to lose...
this is the requisite price
of so much in life
deadlines that must be met
poem by Terence George Craddock
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We Cannot Live With The Alternative
Upon receiving his
Presidential Nomination
Eric Cockrell replied
"they'd have me shot
the first week...
i have too little tolerance for bullshit,
and am too hard headed
to keep my mouth shut! "
Terence Craddock replied
"I would be shot
before I could
be sworn into office
but I have been
to the mountain top;
too many are prepared to die for wars
of injustice and greed,
too few are prepared to pay the ultimate
price for peace, but
we cannot live with the alternative;
thereby our choices are made."
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Payment
A tortuous path of neurons arced a call: ‘Awake! ’
I did; in rising, peering, stretching, bearing,
Pained anticipation saw it all:
Foretold, another filthy day.
I drew the drape: diluvian lay the ground
Beneath a lazy leaden cloud – apissing out
The puddles; irksome on the roof –
The drumming drops of bitter glee
Were hounding out a hapless me –
Reinforcing doubt that I am sound.
I left the house
to go to work
to earn a crust
without a perk
then on to bust
another straining vessel.
Trudging on thro’ mud and clay, I pondered:
‘Why a drought of happy times?
Auspicious climes were
Old and fusty books
Atop a dusty shelf
Inside a morgue-of-a-room,
Somewhere in a long-forgotten library
Down a lane without a way.’
I thought again: ‘And still I pay.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
O how I
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Heart Beat Of The World
I often close my eyes with you,
even before we first spoke,
we talked in dreams shared,
eyes closed we listened to dreams,
to the heart beat of the world,
the pulse of an entire universe.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Miroslava Odalovic, a sharer of dreams.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Glory In Stardust Love
ode to beauty in a love letter written in stardust boldly
the Glory of Love in a Letter of Love dancing in flame
chiselled into the bonfire of the World in endless mercy
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by ‘A Letter Of Love Midnight January 7th’ by Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Freedom Defiant Unconquered
our eyes belief still sparkle
we laugh we cry freedom
even if forced to our knees
(Inspired the writer and poetess Miroslava Odalovic.)
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Honesty Wrote ‘Common Sense Solutions
Terence George Craddock replied
'And upon this declaration of common sense
and equality for all, I hereby nominate
Honesty as the only reasonable candidate
for President of the United States Of America.
And all the great founders and forefathers
of a once great proud and honest nation
with one voice rose up said 'hear hear we agree'. Amen.'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Antagonism vs epigonism
It's more interesting to watch two strong spirits in antagonism that a multitude of them in epigonism.
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Victorious Creatures Celebrating Life
a lot of joy cycles here
in a brevity of life celebration
joy in a moment lived
Poem Title by Miroslava Odalovic, in our fusion of Stratum Thoughts.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Childhood Lost?
Can you tell me a story, Mom and Dad
Have to finish my office work, Dad said
I am watching my favourite TV serial, said Mom
Little, just a little story ('time', he meant)
Did you finish your homework
Haven't you any story books to read
Or Disney movies to watch on the VCR
Or games to play on your play-station
Dear, I have to finish my project
Let me watch TV in peace, darling
OK. No problem, said the child
Silently curled up in his bed and prayed
Tell me GOD, will they tell me a story tomorrow
?
poem by Sameer Sanjay Ganu
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up, work me out, work me flip side down.
Work me here, work me there, work me with renown.
Work me hot, work me greedy,
work me through and through.
Work me to the very marrow,
work me just like I'd work you.
Work me proud, work me late,
work me do not hesitate.
Won't you let me work for you?
Work me til I'm black and blue.
Work me steady, work me needy, work me to a lather.
Work me til my backbone breaks, and the buzzards gather.
Work me in, work me under, work me til I bleed,
Work me over red hot coals, work me like a boss in need.
Work me nasty, work me silly, work me through the clover.
Up down, 'n' in between, into a slipknot sweet Jehovah.
Work me, work me, go ahead.
Work me, work me, til I'm dead.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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One of us, all of us, who?
there's a story behind
no one has told it as yet
it lingers like a street too blind
to see the windings into a net
of shades of meanings hinted at implied
of the silent to silence that mutely replied
as it would stand too naked against the eyes
each story hidden in a veiled disguise
we're little emperors in such old clothes
in which too much is said too little disclosed
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Work!
Work or no luck
If you don't have work
You get killed sitting still
Work or no luck
If you have too much work
You get killed struggling still
Work or no luck
If you finish fast
You get killed killing time
Work or no luck
If you don't finish on time
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you do well
You get recognized well
Work or no luck
If you do not do well
You get the pink paper wall
Work or no luck
If you are organized
You finish it on time
Work or no luck
If you are disorganized
You get finished on time
Work or no luck
If you are interested
Toughest becomes easy
Work or no luck
If you are not interested
Easiest thing becomes toughest
Work or no luck
If you are carving
You keep doing it great
Work or no luck
If you are not carving
You keep doing it a trait
Work or no luck
If you have work
You have luck
Work or no luck
If you have work
Still nothing to do
You have no luck
That's the fate of
Work or luck! ! ! !
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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