A Land Gone Black Global Nightmare
A Land Gone Black global nightmare
seems to be a spectral image that haunts
global interaction political world trade
commerce sets base minimum price
virgin land is exploited for all resources
ripped greedily but not wisely ground
renewable resources solar wave wind
are discarded with industrial grip contempt
for decades by oiled robber baron despots
once I thought in a Moment In Time
“The flash of the president’s pen
deals with the life of men.
Starting a war settling a score
all happens so far away.”
But the poor ever suffer among us
eyes of sick starving children accuse us...
“the soldiers of petroleum
buy a whore, a dime, a quarter.
dine on the flesh of children; ...”
Inspired by the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell. “The flash of the president’s pen” quotation is from the poem ‘Moment In Time’ by Terence George Craddock. Second quotation “the soldiers of petroleum” is from the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Land Gone Black
the sound of gunfire
rapes the virgin night...
another innocent goes down....
the soldiers of petroleum
buy a whore, a dime, a quarter.
dine on the flesh of children;
pray to the neon god.
waving the flags of mouths
that only speak with teeth.
nothing holy that cant be bought....
step on bodies without faces,
piss on the graves of babies....
winner take all, all is nothing!
and the wind of the beast
knocks at the blackened windows....
in the empty houses of the poor,
the worthless, the forgotten.
the sound of gunfire rips the stillness....
the gods of anger and self
fornicate in the stench,
keeping time to the rhythm
of oil rigs in a land gone black!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Love Greatly Is To Risk Greatly
to love greatly
is to risk greatly
“better
to have loved
and lost
than never
to have loved
at all'”
to risk love
and give
what another
really needs
regardless
of whether
that includes
you or not
this is truly
giving unselfishly
the eternal classic
“if you love
something
let it go
if it comes
back to you
it is yours
if it doesn't
it never was”
beautiful brevity
refined thought
breaches differences
Inspired by the poem ‘The Differences Between’ by Eric Cockrell. First quotation from Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem ‘In Memoriam: 27,1850’. Second quotation origin is classified anonymous.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Struck By Bad Luck
where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain
a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
metaphor definition
of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life’s lonely road
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Serving Lost Souls Tired Broken
an excellent
extension of praying
extended
into social context
contemporary community
is poem ‘You’re Praying’
ash mud star dust
wins favour with God
when serving lost
souls tired broken aged
desperate who need
compassion blessings
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Legacy Of A True Sage
a simple yet mystic poem
with insight into the infinite
is the legacy of a true sage
Inspired by the poem ‘Stranger Between Us’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Verwoerd is Black
This poem is pregnant
with the black bloodshed of 1976.
This poem is constipated
with slavery of the poor.
This poem is the titanic of people’s hopes
sinking in the freezing ocean of democracy.
This poem is the enemy of the state,
‘cause, this poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is a hook that fishes
odd deeds buried behind black faces.
This poem is a mirror
that reflects odd unknown images
of stinking rich black men.
This poem is the voice of the angry dead.
This poem is a hammer to nail
in the brain of greedy politicians.
This poem is a database
of all black leaders.
This poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is for you
black man who spits
at the sight of a white man.
This poem is for you
white man who owns a savaged land
full of secret mass graves.
This poem is for you
black and white who hug and kiss
to please Madiba.
This poem is for you
the poor, who sing:
freedom has finally come.
This poem is for you, who know no truth,
‘cause, this poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
This poem is for you
my brother & sister who have lost taste
of your mother-tongue
in the multiracial Model C schools.
This poem is for you
black mama, who has configured her black being
‘cause black is barbaric.
This poem is the anger of hunger.
This poem is for the unemployed voters
who find solace in booze, sex & crime.
This poem bears testimony.
Don’t you know?
Verwoerd is black.
poem by Mpho Ramaano
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NATO Policy Sows Napalm Dreams
flesh continues to burn
fools continue to buy
shares in foreign oil wars
as phosphorous replaces napalm
as NATOs hot missile of choice
for burning up men women children
civilian collateral damage
totally their fault for living in
lovely prime oil sand lands
when NATO war extends
united nations no fly zones
into their houses buildings
a dozen civilians
killed for a single
dug in soldier is
good math to advance
sortie sporty attack keep
oiled war on schedule
got to get those oil fields
pumping secure black gold
at resource ripe any cost
in deleted former Arab ally land
while covert beast born in the east
masturbates over shame ill gotten
disgrace noble peace prize illicit
as fake as infamous birth certificate
black ops sending in crack illicit
troops puppet string starting
controlling new wars while sly
ordering high tech SS style
cattle wagons from China prepared
for future solution to protesters
after spawn satan seed is reelected
to office spun solutions all sold
in name of policy homeland
security enemies master created
according to new master plan
lightening is falling from the sky
Hitler's successor preordained
is already planning global world conquest
Inspired by the poem ‘Napalm Dreams’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Question Human Survival
poetics beautifully written
are our wells of disappear
disasters of global impact
with huge implications
impacting upon environment
hidden in articles trivia
like industrial holocaust
Nagasaki back to Hiroshima
cattle human candles lit
global warming impact
nuclear environmental disasters
pushed under red carpet
quality perpetuation life
question human survival
hidden lost in small print
less important
than share market
prices Viagra,
is an acute indictment
upon grid lock values
in society apocalypse
Inspired by the poem ‘Just Around The Curve’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Drowned Within Lea Of Land
at indifferent mercy bestowed
by time tide wind
have many sailing ships sailed
to past distant lands
awaiting perilous mist coastlines
where storm raging
awaiting submerged shipwreck rocks
turn of rushing tide
left a wave of grief in their leave
to endure survive
an ocean crossing die within land lea
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
lea - a meadow or sward land; a grassy field; common land; a field covered with grass or herbage and suitable for grazing by livestock.
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea. -Gray.
First five lines quoted from the poem ‘Where Unknown Ancestors Died’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hear Main Man Told Me
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to mow your neighbour’s
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out
person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion
listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate
your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend
that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me
your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Poem
i wrote you a poem,
that stood naked on
your doorstep,
but you didnt notice...
so i wrote you a poem,
that bled on your kitchen floor,
yet the mop stood untouched
in the corner!
i wrote you a poem,
that set itself on fire
in your bedroom,
and you opened the window.
so i wrote you a poem,
from the land of death...
your tears only an echo,
that couldnt touch...
couldnt taste, couldnt feel...
will you write me a poem?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Crosses Burning
black-eyed poverty,
angry negativity,
sanity or vanity,
aint nobody free...
still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of want,
crosses burning.
hate me, hate yourself,
liberty on the shelf,
worthless unless it sells,
drawing water from the well...
still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of need,
crosses burning.
black and white bleeding red,
cant feed the poor, raise the dead,
drinking water laced with lead,
nooses hung around our heads...
still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of hurt,
crosses burning.
children sold into slavery,
homeless tents, misery,
wars without victory,
governed by plutocracy...
still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of sorrow,
crosses burning.
microwave Jesus, tattered flags,
boys come home in body bags,
buildings crumble, bridges sag,
numbered souls without a tag...
still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of lies,
crosses burning.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Democracy... (The Cost)
every time i vote for president,
someone dies in a far off land...
and i become more guilty,
under the weight of their lies...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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As If Just Me!
my soul,
as black as
the night sky....
starving for starlight,
or the hint of a moon.
my teeth,
razors on the path,
devouring the flesh
of my dreams.
my feet,
the soldiers of destiny;
life wrapped in life...
wearing the bruises,
the welts and the pus,
like ribbons given
for the price of my being!
my spirit,
the light of the dawn,
of determination and forgiveness...
forgiving myself, and all others
as if just me!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Making Our Leaps Of Faith
above the immersion layer
standing on the cliff's edge
or flying to close to the sun
is exactly where some of us
are always supposed to be
as we make our leaps of faith
Inspired by the poem ‘Defiance! ’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Africa United
Long time mi waiting ole long, waiting waiting ole long
AFRICA united, is part of my plan
Taking charge of the resource to get back the land
Time again, time is now, time is right, Time for God
Look how long I been waiting, look how long I’ve been waiting
AFRICA united, is part of my plan
Taking charge of the resource to getting back our land
Time again, time is now, time is right, use God as your might
I’m African; we are standing here holding on
No deals daag, it either everything or none
I’m African, and so is everyone who comes from Africa
You can not denied your super sub natural complexion
We are powerful, we are black we are black
Mother land, creation, thru the father God
Free the land and bring liberty in our hands
On to the day is can feel the disposition of the wrongs
Free the mother land, free Africa is the ultimate plan
Feel excitement, joy, in the hearts of the land
To see the children moving about and smiling
And to cater to ones that are sad and crying
Time to sacrifice our time our last dime
For the land, for the land, for the land, for the land
Don’t let anyone break the spiritual down
Never give up a fight, never them dem your frown
We go, stop on the top, top of this Game is right
Open up to God, He is the ultimate might
poem by Christopher Blake
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Asian Cyanide Fishing
“symptoms eyes white
skin seared fish dead
in two or three days”
coral dead from cyanide
industry fishing suicide
Indonesian fish genocide
global curbside ringside
stupidity fisheries riptide
resource fish stocks died
depleted
shanghaied
worldwide
welcome event
horizon dead
empty saline seas
(Quotation from the poem ‘World Fish Extinction Crisis’ by Terence George Craddock )
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Story Teller’s Touch
as a folk song a fable or short story
all great life poems still echo haunt
with life themes of universal wisdom
Inspired by the poem ‘Half Drunk In Jesus Town’ by Eric Cockrell
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time For A Little Praying
where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain
a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
a metaphor definition
of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life's lonely road
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to mow your neighbour's
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out
person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion
listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate
your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend
that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me
your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat
every time Jesus cared when others
thought Jesus should not to Father God
Jesus was praying as every single time
we care when others think we should not
we are also praying as my own father
was often praying when others knew it not
an excellent extension of praying extended
into social context contemporary community
was written in examples from Eric Cockrell
although many in reality pray for others not
Inspired by the poem ‘You're Praying' by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Children Of The Land
Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
Children of the land
Dont wear a frown upon your face
Come on and join your hands
Were all a part of the human race
The music is here
To let you leave your fears behind
Come on along dont do me wrong
Lets see what you might find
Children of the land
Children of the land
Dont misunderstand
Were all children of the land
Dont trust anyone else
To run your life and set your goals
Youve gotta be able to live with yourself
When you are getting old
Others are getting blamed
For messing your life around
Its your own fault if you complain
For letting it get you down
Children of the land
Children of the land
Dont misunderstand
Were all children of the land
Children - come on children now
Children - yeah
Children - I said children yeah
Children - come on children now
Children - of the land
Children - of the land
Children - I said of the land
song performed by by Styx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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