A Rose Between Thorns
some might see a rose between thorns
Tim and Dave age is but success downed time
I see three exceptionally gifted artists...
that give their own unique art with love to kiwi pride
through decades now with song you turned sung tide
sweet musical gift most precious it is there I do abide...
thou I alone journeyed far from memory homeward halls
kiwi artistry ever sings within my heart is ever at my side
Godspeed write names Tim Dave Bic on hallowed halls...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Kiwi Dave
For forty five years I've been working and I'm just an unfettered slave
And I have gray hairs to show for it I am quoting Kiwi Dave
Five years to go to retirement I was sixty last birthday
And ever since I've started working it's been uphill all the way.
My ex wife said that I was a drinker that I was too fond of the booze
That was her excuse for leaving she said I was born to lose
But I take it in moderation after work three or four beers
And I've been a slave for her and for my children for close to if not twenty years.
Fifteen years ago she left me and she went to live with younger bloke
She got more than half my assets for years to her haven't spoke
She turned my son and daughter against me and my six grandchildren I don't see
And I will spend my usual Christmas on my own watching T.V.
Kiwi Dave is a good person though just a little soured by life
And things for him would have been better had he had a faithful wife
'A woman she can make or break you' with that who could disagree
Dave could see the truth in those words for who would know better than he? .
For forty five years he's been working the hard worker Kiwi
Dave
And for his ex wife and his children for years he has been a slave
He looks older far than sixty the hard life has made him gray
Five more years left till retirement it's been uphill all the way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Dagenham Dave
Head in the clouds, and a mouthful of pie
Head in a blouse, everybody loves him
I see why
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
I love karen, I love sharon on the windowscreen
With never the need to fight or to question a single thing
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave
Hed love to touch, hes afraid that he might self-combust
I could say more, but you get the general idea
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham, dagenham
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Dagenham, dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dave, oh, dagenham, dagenham
Dagenham dave
Dagenham dave, dagenham dave
Oh, dave, oh, dave, oh, dave
Oh, dave
song performed by by Morrissey
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Music Is Breath Of Life For Life Artists
those in music for the long haul
are chime web symphony enchanted
because music is an inseparable
part of their intrinsic soul giving being
music is a timeless passion when you feel
reference kiwi artists Tim Finn, Dave Dobbyn
music is breath of life for life artists
music is timeless music which addresses
scale entrapment felt human conditions...
who we are where we are our societies
perceptions of our societies our realities
thinking mind does not outgrow curiosities
interactive sing gifted perceptions
music transforms through generations
insight life quickened mind survives
gift love artistically giving survives
survives immortal ravage time tests
music is breath of life for life artists...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Remembering Favourite Foods
last night we late cooked
an old time kiwi favourite
yes hot baked beans on
toast with a side of marmite
on toast to keep it company
sweet simple kiwi luxuary
can’t buy my favourite band
Watties Baked Beans legendary
settled for a can of Heinz yes
you guessed it baked beans
in hot tomato sauce with melted
cheese in hot baked beans mixed
I had Sanitarium kiwi Marmite
on toast another kiwi favourite
as my side dish winter dynamite
real kiwi boys palate to excite
it is simple home foods we miss
Sanitarium Weet-Bix favourite
New Zealand's No.1 breakfast
cereal loved by kiwi generations
milk over golden wheat biscuits
with a sprinkling of brown sugar
acquired taste Marmite spectacular
my beloved ETA salt and vinegar
potato chips can’t find here miss
Cadbury Crunchie Bar local star
milk chocolate over a honey comb
center a delicious treat by Cadbury
Brunswick Sardines in soybean
oil or spring water and Canadian
sockeye salmon other favourites
sacrifice living here I really miss
but for a real kiwi smile happy
Watties Baked Beans legendary
spaghetti or beloved baked beans
are my choice “it must be Watties”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Young Years Of Kiwi Dragons
Weet-Bix and Marmite grows
into Kiwi friends Kiwi beers
great legendary Kiwi Years
“Our wings were flying in the sun....
Dreaming of a wind that would make us sail....
We had the moon and sun behind us....”
there were no horizons that could bind us
no stars galaxies big enough to swallow us
no supernovae in cosmos could out shine us
we burned super stars movers shaking our universe
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Creation Starvation Diet
interesting really
'starving to make music'
is desirable
because passion burns
creativity must flow
emotions outpourings
artists are other
creative New Zealanders
who excel
drew on themselves
their kiwi self
unique artistic other
a quality
of seeing
past
packaged
commercial
hype
great 60s
70s,80s,
90s artist
always
were a genuine
exploration
of their own
exceptional
musical gifts
copies fade
timeless
originality
lasts
stands the test
of time
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Silent Solitary Ominous Kiwi Flight
New Zealand remains
inherent a cannibal culture eats
irreverent literary genius
honoured are our sports
heroes believed All Blacks
legendary spirit decades
depicting nationalistic passions
viewed hallowed internationals
sanctified are epic test matches
against Springboks Wallabies
great epic rival Rugby Nations
holy grail reverent conversions
chasing elusive pig skin tries
team skills scrum honed religious
national international matches
makes kiwi blood boil victorious
game not country's hallowed pages
fail forgotten forlorn literary arts
regarded with great respect kiwi arts
reverence bestowed on foreign shores
Katherine Mansfield pen name cloaks
write prominent modernist short fictions
flavour focus vivacious charismatic lives
Virginia Woolf D.H. Lawrence befriends
restlessly seeking plumaged kiwi birds
go far flying flying foreign banner skies
chalice blood gathered wit weeping cries
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Katherine Mansfield, with wreaths woven with a final stanza image, transcribed from her poem ‘Across The Red Sky'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Words Of Condolence
kiwi people nation
needs to grieve
sometimes it helps
words of condolence
are spoken by public
officials civic pulses
responsibilities
kiwi people nation
needs to grieve
sometimes it helps
it is what poets do
but poets have little
currency value in NZ
we are a sports nation
glued to news feed
images tell tragedy tales
tabloids state facts
ministers give eulogies
friends give support
charities volunteers aid
kiwi backbone
stands to in crisis
crisis skill hones
learning curves
community fellowship
rules God’s own
heart of gold
breed in old
fashioned values
Canterbury garden city
was not paradise born
it was compassion bred
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Team Spirit Conquers Roof Of The World
honoured are our sports heroes
especially our believed All Blacks
decades legendary team spirit
we view them in internationals
epic test matches against Springboks
Wallabies great Rugby nations
chasing elusive pig skin with skills
in national international matches
which makes kiwi blood boil pride
we watched an Auckland bee keeper
explorer mountaineer philanthropist
forge a route through the treacherous
Khumbu Icefall later breach 12 metre
virgin rock face the 'Hillary Step' in
Himalayas near apex Mount Everest
summit as Edmund Hillary wedged
his way up a crack in face between
rock wall the ice to climb on up past
till finally 'A few more whacks
of the ice axe in the firm snow,
and we stood on top.' Conquerors
Edmund Hillary, Tenzing Norgay
in 1953 had summited Everest
a team effort Tenzing a few years
later revealed Hillary had put his foot
on the summit first but in true blue pride
kiwi spirit shared fame on roof of world
sharing fame on roof of the world
is kiwi team spirit iconic expected
sharing fame true measure success
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hey There, Mr. Lonely Heart
This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey there, mr. lonely heart, if you could find the time
I would like to sit and talk, to see if we could find
The answer to the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is it in a touch or in a kiss or simply in the need
Or is it really love itself that always wants to give
The heart and soul of all of us and everything that lives
Hey there, mr. cold, cold heart, i know i could be wrong
To think that life could be so sweet and love could be so strong
As to gather everyone of us, like one big family
To share with one another all we have and all we see
It's true the deepest part of us is everywhere the same
And that the only differences are really just the names
We can join the children's song and show them that we care
Let them know we're on their side, no matter when or where
We can free their hearts from fear and hunger reconcile
We can give a child a chance and give a child a smile
True love is still the answer, and we are still the way
The gift is in the giving, and in living what we say
And if you have a lonely heart, this song is just for you
To ask for all that you can give and all that you can do
Remember that the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
It's in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Godspeed
Dragon tales and the "water is wide"
Pirate's sail and lost boys fly
Fish bite moonbeams every night
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
The rocket racer's all tuckered out
Superman's in pajamas on the couch
Goodnight moon, we'll find the mouse
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
God bless mommy and match box cars
God bless dad and thanks for the stars
God hears "Amen," wherever we are
And I love you
Godspeed, little man
Sweet dreams, little man
Oh my love will fly to you each night on angels wings
Godspeed
Godspeed
Godspeed
Sweet dreams
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Hayley Westerna Sings Pokarekare Ana
as night tides
turn in ebb flow ink
satin kiwi soul
swims in kiwiana
so long since wore
kiwi swanndri green
hiking in native mystic
bush mountain home
no hype bake fake
lady gaga or baby baby bieber
inferior cheap commercial
soap opera dance routine
roam unseen ghost walker
steeped in distant continents
tropical diverse equator islands
seeks haunting native song home
Hayley Westerna
sings Pokarekare Ana
in sung native Maori lore
with English subtitles
foam mist siren words
of earliest childhood
flood in harmonic beauty
image scenes spectral home
music stirs magical melody
stirring die in cultural
moments eternal memory
in love mist home
gone far voyager
across siren seas
remember in battle
I fell far from home
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in May 2011 on the 6.5.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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R..o..s..e
Remember when I would offer you a rose,
you would consider it as the precious gift of love,
When you would smell the rose and fondly smile,
I would be intoxicated with the sweet fragrance of your love.
On those dreary winter days when you would be away,
my heart would be lonely with the misery of separation,
I would feel the like rose bushes stranded in snow,
where all the leaves were parting one by one.
Somewhere in the tenderness and softness of the rose petals,
lies my delicate and innocent love,
sometimes the thorns pick and hurt,
sometime love is full of fear, sometimes it hurts.
Everlasting beauty of the rose remains in my heart,
even when the rose blossoms, fades and withers,
My love is immortal like rose,
which never dies in the heart as I love you so much.
poem by Jay P Narain
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A Song Thats Sung..
A song that's sung
tells more than a story
a song that's sung
is sung from the heart
a song that's sung
is a story from the soul
a song that's sung
is the greatest love
a song that's sung
is a give from above
a song that's sung
is an emotion in a melody
a song that's sung
can be whatever you want it to be
a song that's sung
can have a million meanings
a song that's sung
is a diary of emotions...
poem by Emily Summers
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Robin Kuan: Was It Love that Grew You Rose?
Was it love that grew you, Rose?
Not harboured on the Cliffside by the sea
Red petals beaten by the salt and wind
And litter tossed beneath you carelessly
How delicate the fragrance of your flowers
So ravaged near the careless salty tide
No love has made you, Rose
And Yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it hope that grew you, Rose?
Did a gardener come and visit you each day?
Was it one or five or three leaves ‘neath the bloom?
To make such flowers to take my breath away
No care has come to you by any hand
I see no shears or powders by your side
No hope has made you, Rose
And yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it faith that grew you Rose
As winter burned your leaves to memory
And left your little branches cold and bare
Sweet flower on the Cliffside by the sea
How barren are your branches in the snow
Your vibrant flowers are frosted and denied
No faith has made you Rose
And Yet your presence whispers, I abide
Was it peace that grew you Rose
You heard “he loves me not, In singsong way”
Your petals scattered on the ground below
Confetti on the earth for children’s play
Your blooms will never be a bouquet held
For hybrid roses please the city bride
No peace has grown you Rose
And yet, your presence whispers, I abide
ii The epiphany
It was life that grew you Rose
Not faith or hope or love or peace, it’s true
As you braved the barren snows
It was life, that nestled deep inside of you
A force defying logics of the mind
More passion than all human love confides
It was life that made you Rose
I hear your presence whisper, I abide
In the place beyond us all
I visited with you by the morphic sea
You survived the winter snows
As sweet roses past revived your memory
And in simple heart I know
As I memorize these lines before repose
No wise man can realize
How profound you are my precious cliffside rose
(By My Dear Robin Kuan who is my friend)
poem by Laijon Liu
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(Dodgy Dave Tale) Angel On Earth
(Dodgy Dave Tale) Angel On Earth
Another Dodgy Dave Tale to converse
It seems David thinks he's not an angel or worse
He just doesn't understand
That an angel is someone that lends a hand
Friendship is the key you see
God's greatest most precious gift in deed
For a man who's heart is big and kind
Deserves those angel wings behind
30 Dec 2007
Why Roses Have Thorns
Of all the flowers I've ever seen,
The lovely rose holds the most mystery.
Almost queenly in majestic beauty,
A thing of perfected artistry.
It comes in so many varied colors,
Its fragrance unique among all flowers,
A floral gem you'd enjoy for hours,
An exquisite rose is the flower of lovers.
But like a lady of wondrous charm,
Such beauty can cause a little harm.
The rose has thorns that make one bleed,
And hurts the hand that crushes it.
Some women like the rose have thorns,
When in their hearts true love is born.
The love you pledge do not forfeit-
A woman can bleed your heart....
and
crush it.
Copyright 2008 - Cynthia B. Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Rose Intoxication!
Queen of flowers rose is always a fascination!
Rose is symbol of passionate love cheers mood!
Rose lady gives great pride to be with anywhere!
Special respect to rose never changes anywhere;
Red rose, pink rose and even blue rose are there
Occupying a pride of place none can have ever!
Bouquet of rose flowers elates anyone to dizziness!
A special gift indeed rose flowers makes to all!
A single rose is enough to make one grand to look
Instead of a big cluster of flowers of jasmine or lily!
Scent of rose remains fresh in mind wherever one is;
Such a unique flower rose how can anyone ignore
Whether it is in the garden or lies on a wayward side!
Now after seeing rose and read on rose I am intoxicated..!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Highly Sought Out
Thanks for taking time to write to me,
Thanks for taking time to receive me,
Thanks for taking time to understand my muse;
Going through it!
personally,
Highly sought out;
And like your poetic accomplishments in life.
Archives, hives, knives, wives, lives, rives, fives, gives, jives, strives! !
In and around the world;
And like a new look,
But, with unique acts in the land of your muse.
Of the interest,
Of your interest,
Of my interest,
Like the appeal of your love;
Artistic!
Artistry,
Poetic artistry,
With your muse,
With my muse,
Ever prepared,
Ever produced,
Ever accepted;
With the aspects of your sweet love.
This muse,
This love,
This mind,
This wind! !
And like a highly valued personal gift from me to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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