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Michelangelo carved poetry
into purest marble
painted it across ceiling
of adorned Sistine Chapel.
Leonardo Da Vinci
cunningly imprisoned it
within magnetic eyes
of portrait Mona Lisa.
Vincent Van Gogh ground pigment
mixed artistic paint tempera
then splashed poetry upon heaven’s
eternal Starry Starry Night.

Complete artist crazed benediction perfected
must encompassed be prophetic impassioned poet.
Diverse streams personify divine creativity
poetry effected obtains full unfettered expression.
An illuminated ardent ephemeral soul chisels
holy canvas tormented stupendous ablazed passions.

To understand portray pour visionary dynamic words
upon oily water’s perpetual colourless beggary.
Art transforms lack-lustre drab insipid normality
into a cathedral exemplifying expanding universe.
Heartbreak into heartfelt refined tempera translations
easels in search of sensational esoteric staccato pictures.

Transcribed life a miraculous varicoloured sunrise,
dashed hopes a storm ruined resonant corn-field patina frost.
Boundary line earthquake lacerated filigree fragments.
Blood pulsating interprets convulsive emotive rainbow.

Masterpieces dedicated to intense artists. Who have known
great suffering, endured true hardship, innermost anguish.
Yet never exploited, sold, sacred noble entrusted birthright.
Potentialities imaginative beauty enlightening an innocent soul.

Art encompassed interactive
across centuries hung upon
beating hearts pumping forth
liquid fire of creative energies.

Is an art principled with agony
passions etched into canvas of
pulsating vibrations brushstrokes
of demented inspirations applied.

An art blazing interactive emotions
fusion mind eye merge erupting inter
-dimensional thermonuclear firing
of neurons in vortex electrified brain

cells atomized star bursts equates to
echo of cosmic rapture personified.

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Michelangelo carved poetry
into purest marble
painted it across ceiling
of adorned Sistine Chapel.

Leonardo Da Vinci
cunningly imprisoned it
within magnetic eyes
of portrait Mona Lisa.

Vincent Van Gogh ground pigment
mixed artistic paint tempera
then splashed poetry upon heaven’s
eternal Starry Starry Night.

Artistic expression must
embody spirit of the age
embryo emerging art styles
conflicted emotions society

in catalytic transformation
rendered in boiling conflict
brain cells assaulted blasted
fired into new fried pathways

genius is new vision expression
metaphor cast forth in bold strokes
capturing whirling images present
flashing upon retina inner eye perceives

kaleidoscopic elements shift red line
into endless variant emerging patterns
constantly shifting turning upon genius
perception mesmerized by variant vision

chemistry physics transmutes energized atoms
blazing into quantum physics string theories
event horizons express new window dimensions
follow visionary artists into new perceptions

forgers follow lapping spinning crumbs left vibrant
copy works revolutionary mind inscribed defined
producing copies exquisite canvas shaped echoes
cementing unglazed supernova as mass commonality

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Art Encompassed

Michelangelo carved poetry
into purest marble
painted it across ceiling
of adorned Sistine Chapel.

Leonardo Da Vinci
cunningly imprisoned it
within magnetic eyes
of portrait Mona Lisa.

Vincent Van Gogh ground pigment
mixed fresco artistic paint
then splashed poetry upon heaven’s
eternal Starry Starry Night.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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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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True Poetry in Limelight

True poetry is filled with;
true inspiration,
true expression,
true composition,
true fun,
true-maturity,
true wisdom,
and true spirituality.

True poetry; deeply translate its true expression to the readers,
providing an unusual mutual extension which connects and familiarize its profuse massages to the reader.

True poetry has great powers of profundity
and unadulterated knowledge.

I keep hearing the saying; ‘plenty poetry lay in the graveyards'
but I don't give into that, because;
true poetry is like a moving destiny, its never lost or buried away.

No matter how beautifully engraved the grave is;
it must surely resurrect and be discovered in another creative beloved beholder.

True poetry never rest in tombs,
that's why it continuously itch thumbs and tongues until it is spoken or wittingly actualized.

True poetry, never frustrates a reader,
It's an excise which lustrates the brain and feelings.

Even if a poetry tries to depict political damnation, poverty, heartbreak, dearth/death, illness, or hunger,
it should always portray wondrous lesson or a revival mission.

True poetry makes you everything you want to be.

you can surely write your life the way you want it to be,
because your destiny is in your true poetry.

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Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.

Poetry...Poetry...

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Poetry Unlimited

Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.

Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.

Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.

Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.

Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.

Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.

Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.

Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.

Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.

poem by Jim Foulk
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Poetry On The Chin

You gouged my mind's eye,
Tantalised all inner thought,
Shocked from unknown angles;
Sold me, told me cold,
Unfolded, moulded;
Shouldered any harbouring
Of empty morals.

You spun me round; undressed -
Pestered me with background riddle -
Piffle came to gleaning meaning.
And you stripped out prejudice - for none
Must exist in poetry,
Lest you close up an open mind
And f**k up as reader;
Lest your heart is not a bleeder -
It has to be - let it flush out
Upon your sleeve.

You lay apart my thinking brain
And let in the literary pickings of a
Great poetic phallus.
Yes, poetry can be callous.

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Torch Bearers

Are we not the torch bearers,
that uphold light in darkness,
that carry flames that burn,
from flickering time immortal,

we painted paintings upon cave walls
shaped sacred imaged life living,
upon three dimensional rock walls
within earth womb where life originates,

charcoal lines ochre invigorates life
dancing to light of ephemeral flames,
harmonics encaved resonant vibrations
tame visions within soul of earth mother,

power of our overlapping pictures imagery
flows throughout time throughout eternity,
symbolic outlines graphics images colours
pigment pipe airbrush blown across canvas,

interchanging interacting coupling bodies
permeate all aspects through porous time,
torched bodies dance, inspired ephemeral dances,
blazing torch light, burning mind to descent mind...

holder of spirits redeemable
throughout transcending ages,
holder of spirits entranced
attaining transcendental consciousness...

poem by Terence George Craddock
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18 Definitions Of Poetry

1) Poetry is what is Beautiful in words –
2) Poetry is the deepest feeling words can tell
3) Poetry is the soul of each one of us
4) Poetry is the morning light after the longest night
5) Poetry is a dream of dreams in a world that needs dreams to be
beautiful
6) Poetry is the Search for God and the Love of God in all holy writing
7) Poetry is Reality itself when it is doing what it should
8) Poetry is you and me and all of us when we are kind to each other
9) Poetry is more than we can say or know- deeper than the deepest
silence and quieter also
10) Poetry is the place we go to in ourselves when we need to cry out loud
11) Poetry is Love words of love and the first spring of the young lovers first
song
12) Poetry is all we are when our minds are right and strong
13) Poetry is what saves us from all the other words
14) Poetry is what ceases to exist when Cruelty comes
15) Poetry is Love and Blessing and Kindness again
16) Poetry cuts through the icy sea within and sends chills down the spine
17) Poetry is what is recollected in tranquility but also tried and tossed in
tempest on the most difficult seas
18) Poetry is open to more than what it has been It is what others have not yet created and will so long as we are human and in search of the Sublime

poem by Shalom Freedman
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An act of poetry

Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry

A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art

Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation

Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:

The pen be our salvation.

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Sonnet: On Good Poetry

The cause if noble, needs an effort great;
If nobler still, the struggle must be more;
If willed by God, unaltered 'tis by Fate;
Yes, Poetry has Life, its soul as core;

True Poetry is written from one's heart;
Its glory and beauty is forever;
Without a doubt, it involves effort, art;
Profound's the joy, evoked in each reader.

Good Poetry's a river flowing ev'r;
The Poet's mark is writ, 'etched', on its face;
Time cannot steal its beauty, value, pow'r;
It grows in fact, in height and girth and base.

Good Poetry's a sacrifice too great,
To God and Earthlings that can ne'er abate.

poem by John Celes
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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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Poetry Societies

Poetry Societies
cherish their chosen
poet with such passionate
fervour ardent intensity

promote them safeguard them
maintain religiously preserve
their sacred recordings writings
like interactive shrine museums

white gloves sealed immaculate
pristine white when handling
sacred artifacts from centuries past
holy relics encased in icon niche

keepers of sacred
poetic fire
protectors of
treasured Holy Grails

documents deemed
culturally significant
immensely revered in
mausoleum pilgrimage

keeping the eternal
flame burning
sacrament safeguarded
held in perpetual

trust for future generations
devotees destined to recognize
hallowed intrinsic wisdom
reverence read upon every page

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Poetry Undefined

Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me

Overall,

Poetry is the means
By which my heart communicates,
My mind finds the words
For these feelings and translates

Sometimes,

Poetry is my lover
My fantasies he fulfills
Beckoning me to crisp, white sheets
where my blacks and blues I spill

Or,

Poetry comes as a mysterious moon
appearing softly in the night,
age old secrets of the universe
he reveals to me with his light

See,

Poetry is my spirit
the connection to the Divine,
It lets me see what I am to be,
let’s me soar when I feel confined

So,

Don’t try too hard to define
What poetry really is
Just know that what you get from a poem
Is all a poet had to give

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poem by Tamika Stubblefield
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A postmodern explanation of poetry: for Mike who asked

The brain and spinal cord
contain a hundred billion neuron cells
backed up by many more glial cells..

each neuron surrounded by its dendrons
like a tree’s inquisitive, hungry roots
or a seacreature’s gently waving fronds

making synapses, new connections
between what one cell holds, and another,
as a tree’s roots seek its heavenly nourishment in earth;

so that, each time two words of poetry,
put together for the first time by a poet
in just that way, strike your mind or heart,

one of those neurons cries silently ‘Aha! ’
as poetry’s roots and fingers touch its core;
two neurons now joined in holy bedrock..

and since our mind, some say, is but our store
of memories previously received,
then poetry enjoyed, remembered, builds our greater mind;

and all this, like the champions of the Olympics,
so appropriately named after that godly height,
might well be described by corny commentators as,
sheer poetry in motion…

poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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Poetry

Sometimes You breathe
Poetry
Sometimes you pray
Poetry
Sometimes you cry
Poetry
with calls of pain
Decays your soul
In canvas of time
Poetry
is piece of art
with no lack of act
Poetry
sometimes
she come
to you
Sometimes
You try
too hard
to lay bare
the sensetion of her
But
Her sense of magic
Is always a secret of her
Sometimes you dive with her
So deep
And she reveal
the secret
Sometimes she may take you
So high
But sometimes
She like an alien
To you
And
she never talk
To you
Also
She don't like to be dated
If you are
engaged
She may likes evining
Nights when you are alone
She don't likes
the lights of fame
Banquets
And tea parties
Isn't
what she
admire
Poetry may she have
A wave band
Like radio
Sometimes
You may lucky
to be on
Sometimes
You are off unluckily
so
it means
Some have
ability
to receive
The divine segnal
And it seems
that
some breathes
Poetry
and
some prays
Poetry
some loves
and she loves some

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Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

Vincent
Words/music: don mclean
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summers day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps theyll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in vincents eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps theyll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and cant forget.
Like the strangers that youve met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, theyre not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.

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Poetry of Art or Art of Poetry?

Which came first-poetry or art?
Which of these two is my favorite part?
Poetry speaks to the heart and soul
Through vocalization of written word,
While art molds and shapes formation
Of heart and soul once the poetic art
Of words moves to the shape the heart
Feels inspires visualization and creation
Of such dramatic, deep impact as art
Makes responsive to the poetry that
Inspires it.
Does poetry not speak of art and
Art of poetry?
Each of these takes the form
Of a smiling simile.
Art is the extension of visual beauty,
Words unspoken
As extensively connected as the
Heartfelt extension indepth beauty
Stimulates out of spoken words
Poetry admires and inspires
Deep down in the soul.
Art reflects poetic expression
Poetry visualizes mentally
While are visualizes physically-
Both of which visualize emotionally
When mutually expressed and impressed
Upon each other to create the beauty
That first created it.

poem by Bill Darrah
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