A Second Sight
the day
daylight
is too dense
many minds
locked into
materialism
materialistic
concerns worries
material purposes
clay imprisonment
body form needs
demands dictates
sun bakes clay
cuneiform clay
tablets into rigid
fixed unbending
thought patterns
furnace hardened
in days progression
entrenched rigid set
the night
nightlight
night perceptions
night vibrations
soul released
aura vibrations
tune solar sail
celestial cosmic
interfacing energy
stellar wind transcribes
into thought flickering
images absorbing higher
dimensions focused
through inner knowing
third eye briefly seeing
written upon dark skies
aflame with star light
crossing stellar distances
carrying plasma light
code sentient deciphered
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Supernova Burning Bright
These are
the last days
of the sun.
Behold the sun
is gloriously
burning bright.
The last days
of a solitary sun
burning into contemplation.
A bright supernova
among darker
background constellations.
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright.
Come walk in
the consuming light
I leave for you.
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright.
Come dance
come celebrate the passage
left by a blazing light.
sun phoenix expanding
experientially exponentially
in ashen cosmic luminosity
exponentially momentarily
burst breath taking supernova
luminous outshines briefly
may outshine an entire galaxy
supreme beauty blazes forth radiant
seed stellar soul outstrip gravity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bliss Star Flights Morning Lights Ecstasy
how rare bliss star flights morning lights ecstasy
ah I was riding the morning breaks then Nair punctuated
paradise capitalized it into a pitiful small black box
then thrown away the key while eternal morning breaks
and I watched amazed as renewal stellar dawn light paled
misty grey dark as darkness crept over earth Nairwood
I saw the morning breaks spread around sphere circle the earth
then Nair zeroed it like a math teacher chasing too many zeroes
was in a daydream he brought me down with finite drab diction
eternity begged artists of divine sight come embrace stellar light
together multiuniverses we crossed in instant thought flight
myriads myriads of angels blessed us upon our star cosmic night
then Nair zeroed infinity with punctuation marks capital letters
crossing t dotting i is not part of nirvana liberation illumination
transcendent consciousness body mind soul embraces stellar bliss
Inspired by the poem ‘The Morning Breaks Out' by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Three Eternities
Lo, thou and I, my love,
And the sad stars above,-
Thou and I, I and thou!
Ah could we lie as now
Ever and aye, my love,
Hand within hand, my love,
Heart within heart, my dove,
Through night and day
For ever!
Lo, thou and I, my love,
Up in the sky above,
Where the sun makes his home
And the gods are, my love,
One day may wander from
Star unto star, my love,-
Soul within soul, my love,
Yonder afar
For ever!
Lo, thou and I, my love,
Some time shall lie, my love,
Knowing not night from day,
Knowing not toil from rest,-
Breast unto breast, my love,
Even as now for aye:
Clay within clay, my love,
Clay within clay
For ever!
poem by William Watson
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A Moth Life
What is this moth life?
To sleep all day
to hide from the light
the heat the warmth of the sun...
To awake with night
the night sounds night senses
to see by light of moon tread stellar stars...
To fly with dark air
still air night breezes winds
like dark matter currents of the universe...
To fly with celestial navigation
upon moon beams, or flickering stars these pulsing points,
guide your path, as you dance with radio waves, unseen in human unaided perception...
God created you in dull form
to mask your presence in daylight hiding,
do you see ultra violet, by night shapes humans are unaware of?
Do your eyes senses
detect dimensions of life humanity,
has never beheld, do stars whisper night secrets to you?
What secrets of nature
did God gift bestow upon you,
ultra sound radar, like bats to see with exceptional perception?
Do you perceive human civilization
do you care in your existence realities soaring,
naked bulbs glow like suns, draw you in like moth, to flame embracing?
So you burn fall in a moment
singed falling like meteor demons cast down,
out of heaven, but your innocent dust soul is freed by light?
Sometimes I too align to stars
twinkle atmospheric messages kindle my soul,
glimpse the unseen, contemplate alien consciousness, abundant unseen!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A Dark Side
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
But I always
believed in the power
and cosmic beauty
of solar energy
radiant vibrant stellar
life giving light.
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
Yet my heart and soul were
no part of the madness
the blackness the void
except as reluctant captive
resisting the entombing life
depleting molasses dark side.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Dark Side Cosmic Expansion Exonerated
She asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
But I have
always
believed in
sublime power
cosmic beauty
permeating
awe-inspiring
solar energy
radiant
vibrant stellar
life
giving light.
She asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
Yet my heart
and soul were
no conduct part
of madness
the blackness
the void
except as
reluctant captive
resisting
the entombing
life depleting
molasses dark side.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Clock-O'-Clay
In the cowslip pips I lie,
Hidden from the buzzing fly,
While green grass beneath me lies,
Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes,
Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay,
Waiting for the time o' day.
While the forest quakes surprise,
And the wild wind sobs and sighs,
My home rocks as like to fall,
On its pillar green and tall;
When the pattering rain drives by
Clock-o'-clay keeps warm and dry.
Day by day and night by night,
All the week I hide from sight;
In the cowslip pips I lie,
In the rain still warm and dry;
Day and night and night and day,
Red, black-spotted clock-o'-clay.
My home shakes in wind and showers,
Pale green pillar topped with flowers,
Bending at the wild wind's breath,
Till I touch the grass beneath;
Here I live, lone clock-o'-clay,
Watching for the time of day.
poem by John Clare
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The Church Of The True God
Lofty majestic
mountains
be my Cathedral.
Vibrant clear
peak top skies
be my Messiah.
Dazzling solar wind veld
spanning shimmering star
studded Heavens Free;
rippling notes played
upon gleaming cosmic organ’s
Universal Celestial choir.
Radiant power
vibrates
in sunbeams chimes;
dances irresistibly
in naked darkness
delineating closed men's minds.
Thus when life’s
grey animated clay
does slip away.
Even most ignorant
denying soul particles
such power cannot stay.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
A modernization of Wordsworth’s Nature Piety Deity Concept.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Orgasmic Compensation Offered in my Cosmic Defeat.
Star child, daughter of Cassiopeia
Immense being of the night
hovering above me
heaven's intimate eclipse
Oblivion's gravitational navigator
dark matter shepherdess of the abyss
Manipulating the spheres steady ellipse!
Allow me the chance to chart your constellations
hands like fiery mineral
streaking across your Milkyway torso
Celestial Body! Combustible Star factory!
Stellar supernova shotgun eyes!
Naked black hole! Destroyer of worlds!
Entering the void between your thighs
earthly body meets its demise
Oh Organic connection!
Orgasmic compensation offered in my cosmic defeat.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Burning Bright
These are
the last days
of the sun.
Behold the sun
is gloriously
burning bright.
The last days
of a solitary sun
burning into contemplation.
A bright supernova
among darker
background constellations.
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright
come walk in
the consuming light
I leave for you.
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright
come dance
come celebrate the passage
left by a blazing light.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Clay Thoughts!
there are some hard truths,
we often fail to believe
rather we succeed to forget
we are made of clay....
yes clay, i mean it
molded to be a wonder called human
still u feel reluctant to walk barefoot
feeling the mud itself is dirty for you! !
i am no exception
the extreme of identity crisis
the thought that disturbs u and me
we are clay
poem by Felix Lama
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Clay Creation Masterpiece Man
I am clay creation man
mind divinely inspired
key to all understanding
creativity masterpieces
visions within locked
found reason released
personal masterpieces
directed in self mind
set within inner values
ferment passions strengths
soul committed to visions
gift confident plans chips
away across gulf years
all towering obstacles
observes interdependent
all spiritual motivations
fights for internal visions
talent creates sensations
artistic fame flame grows
assassins lurk back stab
mind figures entombed
released imprisonment
dramatic forces conflict
cast deep are synthesized
innovative connections
draw upon unique lives
knowledge experiences
understand clay physics
interplay of shadow light
form beautified created
physics set in atomic stone
architectural structures
mimic elegance created
in human body systems
gaze deep into anatomy
analogous are structures
link all anatomies buildings
artist if thy be true to self
live code bound integrity
then paint weathered portrait
in flayed skin martyred
in undiluted honesty
passionate in adherence
to beliefs battling obstacles
who to pay is willing
the price of adherence
to steadfast principles
an individualist resolute
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Night
I sleep all day
But live the night
Listening and watching by flickering candle light
The night speaks of words i can not say
The night comforts me unlike the day
For the dark is my friend
The not knowing of whats near
Or around the bend
Well night is the same as day
For some its a scary mystery they say
But its only the light thats gone away
I Torched A Stellar Body
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright
come walk in
the consuming light
I leave for you.
I torched
am a stellar body
burning bright
come dance
come celebrate the passage
left by a blazing light.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poetic Renewal
Across black boundless void
spins cosmic dust
upon shining solar wind.
Sailing universal vibrations
screaming poetic truths
thundering vibrant spirit
etching entrant age.
Slipstream which must be written
will be infinitely written.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Emily Sparks
Where is my boy, my boy --
In what far part of the world?
The boy I loved best of all in the school? --
I, the teacher, the old maid, the virgin heart,
Who made them all my children.
Did I know my boy aright,
Thinking of him as a spirit aflame,
Active, ever aspiring?
Oh, boy, boy, for whom I prayed and prayed
In many a watchful hour at night,
Do you remember the letter I wrote you
Of the beautiful love of Christ?
And whether you ever took it or not,
My boy, wherever you are,
Work for your soul's sake,
That all the clay of you, all of the dross of you,
May yield to the fire of you,
Till the fire is nothing but light!...
Nothing but light!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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