Art Elastic Time Stretches
art time
art elastic time
stretches
into art objects
art achieved
stretches stayed
into life poverty
or life prosperity?
still life time
distilled thoughts
writing time
web skill lifetimes
mind eye painting
heart hand drawing
soul clay beating sculptures
fine arts ability embellishes
art achieved stasis
stretches framed plays
into frozen life poverty
or sales life prosperity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Art Achieved Stasis
art achieved stasis
stretches framed plays
into frozen life poverty
or sales life prosperity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Art Achieved
art achieved
stretches stayed
into life poverty
or life prosperity?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mind Heart Soul Clay Beating
mind eye painting
heart hand drawing
soul clay beating sculptures
fine arts ability embellishes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Art Achieved Spins
art time
art elastic time
stretches
into art objects
concrete
wet paint
touchable images
constructed realities
art achieved spins
stretches libraries
fills glass museums
wow collector walls
art lives in cells
electrified brains
speaks primal instincts
mourns clipped wings
cut veins
bleed art lives
blood vanish mixes
weep red violins
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Still Life Printout
still life time
distilled thoughts
writing time
web skill lifetimes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life or something like it
A flower stretches toward the sun.
alone. unoticed such a pitiful sight
she will not give-up, no not this one
as darkness decends upon the land
a flower stretches toward the sun
alone in the shadows, there she will stand
and sit, and wait for coming of the sun
spring is over, summer is soon done
around the corner comes Winters icy blast
a flower stretches toward the sun
in the cold the lonely flower dies, at last
with a push and with some screams
somewhere a new life has just begun
a life full of hopes and of dreams
and a flower stretches toward the sun
JPM 2/8/2008
I continue to experiment with more formal types of poems this is my attempt at a Quatern
Art Objects
art time
art elastic time
stretches
into art objects
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life And Time
if life is a book, then time is pen--writing pages of life journey;
if life is a piece of white paper, then time is color--painting more colorful life journey;
if life is a long river, then time is surging waves--pushing forward of life journey;
if life is a tree, then time is pieces of green leaves--enriching life journey;
if life is a door, then time is just the key--opening new start of life journey;
if life is a cup of coffee, then time is a bag of condiments--flavoring into life journey;
if life is a scene of tv play, then time is nameless leading role in it--performing its own speical and unique life journey;
if life is a oil painting, then time is its palette--rendering life journey;
if life is a fast horse, then time is its running greenland--carrying load of life journey;
if life is a greenland, then time is spring rain--moisturing nutrition of life journey
...........
this is ur own life, a life which only belong to ur own, ur sepcial and unique one.......
poem by Flying Heart
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Home
I aint never going home
cause Im having a good time
I aint never going home
cause my time is come
Ill wait for the winter
To lie at my door
White stretches out before me
Leads me to the hall
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to its feet
I aint never turning back
cause Ive come this far
And Im lost within my tracks
I will follow the north star
Ill wait till the springtime
Is breathing at my door
The wilderness before me
Heeds the lions roar
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her knees
Ill wait till the winter
Is lying at my door
Time stretches out before me
A stones throw from the door
White circles play within my mind
Ices over and freezes life
Time will come, time will come, time will fall
Bringing the world to its feet
Bringing the world to her hands and her feet
Bringing the world to its feet
song performed by by Erasure
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At times the four walls
At times the four walls
seems to fold in on me
and the places between
the dark and the white,
stretches the tolerance
of any soul.
Yet love and peace
and the grace
and realities of life
tries to destroy
and yet I still stand
and the Almighty
holds my hand.
It’s just the way that life is
and there are places to go
and people to meet
and every day
has the ability
to really be great.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You Say About Life
You say about life that life for all is fair
You must have been talking to a billionaire
You want to know about life go to Poverty Street
And those who are doing it hard there you will meet.
The homeless and down and outs doing it tough
Without food or shelter obliged to sleep rough
That life for all is fair is so easy to say
For one like you with a good job and great take home pay.
On your philosophies on life I for one don't agree
So why bother waste your time on talking to me
Since I believe life's only fair for a minority
And not for the poor billions in poverty.
Your opinions are your's and that suits me fine
But your views on life are quite different to mine
With a great job, new home and healthy kids and a beautiful young wife
You are not one to be saying of a fair for all life.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Steady Hand-Mary's Font
Steady is the hand
that soothes my brow;
broad are the shoulders
which encompass me.
I'll see close
and I'll see far
and not see more
than my and
your rising need
Steady is the love
which has gathered up
precious memories
which trace their delicate filaments
across my heart quivering
each time
swimming in Love's Eyes;
your touch
upon my eylids
the tracking of your fingertips
first high
then low
opens my doors
and just inside
I await
anticipating.
Long will
my need
embrace
this ravishing
which stretches me
from
gentle care
to deepest seed
exploding
from my deep source within.
soul rising
winging
liberating flow
because each time
there is the sense
this is
and will
always be.
Slow is the hand
in the after glow;
slowed down is the hand on the clock's face;
washing we two
to the other side of satiation
because
slowed down time stretches to eons.
I cross my heart each time
with promises I'll keep
we each
in that still time
paint our souls
in that rainbow afterglow;
each color
manifesting
the I and you
on this bed of roses
you made
this night
of our anniversary
So my sweet
lay me down too
gratefully
because nothing is so beautiful
as Love's Roses
opening wide
in the Giving
and Receiving.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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It's As If The Sea Is Confined
It's as if the sea is confined
where it breaks and hits in front of us
and just as unobserved
you keep standing next to me
where the sea stretches into the blue
and in silence we are watching each other
where the sea stretches,
where the sea stretches
and I enclose you in my arms.
It's as if the sea is confined
in this small bay
and outside of it we notice a shark
but no meaning
but our love remains,
just nothing but you and I
but our love,
but our love
makes any kind of sense here.
It's as if the sea is confined
always washes in and out here
and it keeps drawing us nearer,
while we feel great and deep things
it's as if God Himself is among us,
and is watching us with big pity
as if God Himself,
as if God Himself
brings us here to new meaning.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sympathies dry
Poverty is not mother of grief.
The mother is disparity.
Prosperity cannot drive out grief.
Prosperity eliminates poverty.
With poverty elopes sympathy.
Suicides grow not from poverty
But from want of sympathy.
10.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without A Name
In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing,
a sequence of defeats piled up
and time became stronger than the symbols.
Was it not easier
to abandon the consciousness?
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable
without a qualm.
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed!
You had achieved nothing in life
and were readying up now
to receive thoughts of death.
Time had no beginning
and time had no end.
Do you think all will be well at last?
Will we be happy without you?
Or you will be remembered as a hero
without a name!
poem by Satish Verma
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When Early In The Morning You Smile
When early in the morning you smile at me
there are parts of eternity that shatters
in into my life,
and I see a new day beginning
with I share in part with you,
when moments linger for a long time
as if a wonderful day
stretches into eternity
and sometimes I do wonder
why my life was for so long
empty of you?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sonnet: The Magic of Poverty
A birth in poverty is luck supreme!
A death in poverty, a great blessing;
A life of poverty is rare a dream;
Achievements great, stark poverty can bring.
’Tis poverty that goads nations do feats;
’Tis poverty that stimulates scientists;
In everything, poverty, wealth just beats;
The greatest men were in poverty’s lists.
And poverty lessens our worries much;
Account to God will be much easier;
Poverty gives the saint a divine touch;
In poverty, poets can fly higher!
Poverty helps to shun worldly pleasures;
A soul in poverty, Heaven allures.
9-14-2002
poem by John Celes
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When Tree Branches Rub Against The Roof
When tree branches rub against the roof
the small bulbul runs past
during the afternoon hour
to the pool where it dives and rolls,
stretches out wings and shoot them out straight,
walking boldly up and down
stretches out wings,
stretches out wings
as he walks to and thro.
When tree branches rub against the roof
a light breeze blows,
while the sun burns hot as fire
and the neighbouring child calls
when the afternoon comes with its peace,
with thoughts from the past
when the afternoon comes,
when the afternoon comes
and sometimes I forget the present.
When tree branches rub against the roof
birds peck around everywhere
while moments are lingering
as leaves blow to the ground,
and I think of God as if He is here,
while the shades bring a kind of tranquillity
and I think of God
and I think of God
and find some deeper meaning to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Am Too Old /To Make Up
I AM TOO OLD / TO MAKE UP
I am too old
To make up
For years of self- delusion.
How can I begin again
When my life is almost over?
I have fought for a dream
But I did not fight in the right way.
I gave my life to writing
But I did not write carefully enough.
I have so much to do
And not enough time and ability to do it.
So I was another one of the millions
Who tried and was not good enough.
Now in the years left
What can I do
So that I and my wife
Do not end up
In complete poverty and humiliation?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Get A Life
Ive been wondering whats eating at your head?
The cheap way you handle things, the slander that you spread.
Making misery is the way you spend your time.
I think its safe to say when it comes to truth youre blind
Whatever happened is over now for you.
With you theres nothing, that you wouldnt do.
Nothing you wouldnt do.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life, gotta get a life.
This is my life
The faces that you show have everyone concerned.
But if they turn their backs to you, trust in you,
Theyll learn.
Whatever happened is over now for you.
With you theres nothing, that you wouldnt do.
Nothing you wouldnt do.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life, gotta get a life.
This is my life
Whatever happened is over now for you.
With you theres nothing, that you wouldnt do.
Nothing you wouldnt do.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life.
Now its time to get a life, you gotta get a life, gotta get a life.
This is my life
song performed by by Queensryche
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