A Moments Harmonic Creativity
hope to write
beautiful
meaningful
poems painted
into vibrant
neurons emotive
mysteries life
we vision friends
shall remain friends
when we need images
of creative art
to lift low ebb soul
we shall walk
through landscapes
of living paintings
enjoying familiar
to surprising scenes
which artistically
please sensory minds
delight
imaginative
symmetry
appreciation
in creation soul
paint not merely
for a moment
of harmonic
creativity
paint for all hearts
souls rise uplifted
in arms breath art
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Allure Love Painted
painting and poetry
are visual sensory
mind image overlays
of allure love painted
written through time
love shapes
through miracle
imagination
to define love
gifted joyfully
to tragic love
expressing dark loss
but always we mix
pigment paint emotions
into life canvas
of life choosing
either spectral
images or images
receptive of light
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Searches Creating Harmonic Beauty
your wishes
blessing already comes
true in the night
I write freely easily
poems sung not
sad but mystic joy
of life pulse renewing
cycling through changes
as soul spirit feelings
dreams inspirations
evolves into new hopes
dreams praising souls
appreciative devotions
to life all telling defining
true moral ethos values
uplifting minds ennobling
fellow souls in searches
creating harmonic beauty
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Will Not Paint Those Paintings
I used to see paintings in my mind's eyes
I used to dream scenes amazing paintings
I used to dream paintings in sleep sight
paintings in details I had never seen before
paintings which stopped heart in sight shock
I knew canvases were awkward hard to carry
to travel with poems is only paper and pen
paint your paintings inspiring I write poems
I will not soul carry paint those paintings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paint Dimensionality Soul In Oils
if I painted pictures
I would draw you in charcoal
wash away drama tears in watercolours
paint dimensionality of durability soul in oils
span a universe of senses touch emotions thoughts
if I painted pictures
I would paint dream images
I would paint visions of inner mind's eye
I would paint life in veils swirling kaleidoscopic moods
I would paint canvasses imprinting fabric expanding universes
but I travel eons far
load canvasses are too heavy
I walk journey through many phase worlds
seasons landscapes in many climates beckon bled feet
I paint mind songs in words life haunting edges spaces
swallow flame words into soul at own risk
I paint distances between seen unseen at world's edges
I paint portraits above beneath mask as multi veils
I paint shift faces figures skin deeds intended done deeds
I paint poetry life in shifting kaleidoscopic images souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hope Always To Write
'hope always to write more
not to be a good poet'
the words of my friend
Hosny Soliman defined
my thoughts perfectly
to write just a little more
to gift just a little more
to give just a little more
with no thought wasted
upon desire to write
a good poem a great poem
Splitting image from the poem ‘We Sing Our Love In Life Worships’ by Terence George Craddock.
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
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Birth Images Etched Into Conscious Beings
thoughts are instant born
upon pages of mind art
gifted onto screens of life
painted into love joy swift
images knowing create
beauty in mind refreshes
as art embraces skill art
in appreciation we shall paint
together write birth images
etched into conscious beings
Original complete version of the poems ‘Pages Of Mind Art’, ‘Beauty In Mind Refreshes’ and ‘In Appreciation We Shall Paint’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Images Birth Wet Paint Born
wet on wet paint on paint
layers of wet paint applied
to previous layered layers
images birth wet paint born
images born in liquid imagination
images born in landscape infinity
images born in individual creativity
images born in artistic genius ability
images born in limitless multiplicity
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also the poems ‘Layers Of Wet Paint Applied’ and ‘Interactions Invoke Imagination Entrances’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Am My Poem
When you see me,
you see my poems.
For when i breath, i breath out ballads.
But vers libre express my heart.
Should i write in complicated
and rhythmic words to make
my poems deep and beautiful?
My life is complicated already.
Should i write in simple and
enticing words to make
my poems attractive?
My life is not that simple.
Like stream to the river
down to the sea,
so is my poems from my
soul to my spirit down to my body.
You may disapprove me
but come and take a walk
within my soul and see if
you can live there for a moment.
So when i write, must i
invite you to read.
Read if you want to.
I write because the chamber
of soul finds relieve.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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Swallow Flame Words
swallow flame words into soul at own risk
I paint distances between seen unseen at world's edges
I paint portraits above beneath mask as multi veils
I paint shift faces figures skin deeds intended done deeds
I paint poetry life in shifting kaleidoscopic images souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time Filled With More New Painting
time filled
with more new painting
is time well spent
life is flavoured
savoured best with art
in flux creation
to embrace life lust
amour to live
in love arms of art
Dedicated to my friend, the artist Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dream Images
if I painted pictures
I would paint dream images
I would paint visions of inner mind's eye
I would paint life in veils swirling kaleidoscopic moods
I would paint canvasses imprinting fabric expanding universes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sunspot Birth Surrealism
starbursts spike creativity
slay us at irregular intervals
solar radiation sunspots
activity maximum wreaks
havoc in neural pathways
frying emotive overloads
adrenaline rush surge crazy
cannot should not be denied
time to paint surreal frescoes
familiar pattern life slices
distorted disturbing weirdly
dream objects experiences
unfamiliar is surrealism depicted
echoes expunged energy images
solar maximum emotive urgency
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Answer me, please Lord...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Do You like a potter,
Sit down with clay
And give things shape…
Do You like a painter,
Mix colours in a pallette to paint
Such beautiful landscapes…
Do You like an engineer,
Make blue prints and calculations,
Before carrying out Your vision…
Do you like an architect,
Make drawings and rough sketches,
Before staring a project…
Are these childish questions?
Am overcome with wonder,
As I look at Your creation…
Tell me, tell me, and tell me
It's not true; all I see is
Simply an illusion…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Life Is Like A Painting
Life is like a painter
Who paints a beautiful picture
Of a mother who showers her baby
Colors of water steadily
Flowing onto the child’s body
With his eyes wide open
Looking so vibrant
And hoping
He would not be drowned
By his mother
Only the painter
Could change all the factors
The mother let loose
And the baby goes dozing
Articulation of living perfectly
Events were created chromatically
Surpassing all anticipations
Exceeding all expectations
Blanketing all cloudy minds
To live with honor
Or to live with disgrace
In a life out of place
Exaggeration could be the word
But, as a painter
We paint our picture
The picture is premature
Success, failure and glory
Could be your history
Don’t call it quit
When you have succeeded
Look at the painting
The stroke of living
Is in your hands
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.
quote by Henri Matisse
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In This World
to finally gain pulse reentry
into world wide poetry
to read anew familiar names
all radiant poetic friends
friends perceiving beauty
friends diverse embrace many
nations races ethic creeds
genders faiths embrace symmetry
range insight simple sincere
to fantastic visualization
entwine in one world breath
deep aroma appreciation
home at last
united nations
in peace fast
enjoy celebrations
friends perceiving beauty
friends diverse so many
nations races ethic creeds
genders faiths in symmetry
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Requiem: 'The Last Poem
I wrote this poem on All Saints/All Souls Day 1981 and it is dedicated to my brother, Patrick who passed away in1975, and to the memory of many friends and family.
Embarked the journey on your own
The choice in crossroads taken
The tapestry you once wove
The threads are now forsaken
The words you left to me
Heard only by the Saints
The voice from the wilderness calls
No picture you can paint
Although your dreams not realised
Your memory will never fade
And Heaven keeps your secrets
The words you tried to say
From the ashes the Phoenix rose
Your soul which blessed this way
Time's pirates may steal the gold
But memories grace this day
And wide the Portals open
One's life and death the key
The star will reach its zenith
Then quiet the ending will be
The golden path now taken
A key to heroes unsung
To His breath and in loving arms
All your deeds are done
No epic or poet can describe
The peace spent in the final hour
Embrace me stars eternally
A hymn sent to Heaven's flower
While the curtain draws across your eyes
The stars sing their elegy
This last poem I write for you
Are to the words you wrote to me
Weep no more, His love imparts
Peace as the Prophecy
As is written in the scrolls
Reveal the Trinity
Enshrouded as the Vision stares
Look back; Forever sleep
Your star vibrates in unison
Now rest in Heaven's keep
**********
Amen
As you were given to us and now have part, you will always be in our memories and always in our hearts.
poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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The life of a Poet
The poet listens
the poet hears
he writes down
all his fears.
He observes things
that others don't
going to places
that others won't.
Inspired by simple things
like a sound or smell
the poet has lots
of stories to tell.
Even when asleep
his mind isn't at rest
in fact this is the time
it's at it's creative best.
The poet can be a restless soul
his life reflected on the page
some verse can be sweet and mild
then full of anger and rage.
The poet can be mysterious
and write in a strange way
he will say Black is White
and that night is day.
The poet is an artist
but instead of paint it's the word
painters want their work to be seen
but poets just need to be heard.
poem by Kevin Halls
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(Remember poems) Remember the task of the poet remember poets
Your romantic poems
Will gladden hearts
And heal hearts
Your epic poems
Will fill minds
With wonder
And amazement
Your religious poems
Will cleanse spirits
And give hope will provide
Them with reason why they're here
Your poems
Will save souls
And comfort abused souls
The world needs your poems
You need the world's poems
It's a win win situation
We learn from each other
And learning we enrich
The spirit and the soul
It's a win win situation
All the way to self improvement
The closest to God we can come
Brothers
We cannot lose
Sisters
We dare not lose
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Mind Song Whale Song Sung
poetic thoughts passed
through me part of mind
song whale song sung
through huge oceans
throughout this world
through water world
oceans are like God’s tears
cried through love of us
love creations slaughtered
as you hunt us down kill us
delight in seas red harvest blood
feast upon our sacrifice flesh
until then we sing mind songs
in love life swimming oceans
in light near surface or darkness
found in pressure ocean depths
all is same one in love life waters
we sing our love in life worships
Splitting image from the poem ‘We Sing Our Love In Life Worships’ by Terence George Craddock.
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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