Dictate Rule Of Time
price is paid
for each ephemeral
poem beautiful
of artistic insight
vibrant
reflective
beauty
muse creative
demands
her piece of flesh
body soul mind
obey must
her dictate
time of rule
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Creative Dream!
Kaleidoscopic dreams are beautiful
As the architectural beauty here!
Beauty of Nature reflected in art
A wonderful dream it is to muse!
Nature, art and dreams are colourful
With the imagination enhancing scope
To see a wonderful creative process
Materializing into great master piece!
Dreaming in Nature mind of art finds
Wonderful pasture to enjoy unique joy
Leading the poet to compose poems
Artistic, natural and fantastic forever!
Mind full of artistic ideas engrossed
In Nature poets dream great wonders!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Vibrant Souls Seek Vision Quests
life beauty art
immersed in art life
or on sidelines
beautiful in it
beautiful out of it
grasp clasp it
what do u expect
seeing breathing feeling
past artistic expressions
past present
artistic expressions
are all vibrant
when brain mind neuron activated
recognition flood shockwaves sparks
viewer interactive appreciations
what is me soul society personality
what essence parts of personality escapes
floods waters dry sight parched souls
vibrant souls seek vision quests bought borrowed
or bloom seed absorbed transformative minds
writing painting birthing eye individualized realities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Creative Mind!
Creative mind!
In the land of the heart of your muse to satisfy me;
But, what about those in the snow?
Creative mind!
Out of love in the land of your muse;
But, are you ready to learn? ! !
For, the muse of this love is all about us.
Creative mind!
Justified by the muse of your love;
And like your works as seen by all,
But, try to be yourself always.
Creative mind!
Love it and enjoy it and play with it;
For, the muse of my love is very fast and very easy! !
And like the joy around you in the land of peace,
But, try to understand my sweet muse of love always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This is my body
This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths
You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh
This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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I Paid The Price
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Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes
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Flesh
Oh the law is the law
For no man wrote the law
They who would change the law just abuse it
Oh the law is the law
There is no justice outside the law
But if you know the law, you can use it
If you will, then you will
For nothing can withstand your will
As your faith is so you are
Where your mind is there you are
Just as action follows thought
You can be whole again
Be healed again
And make your body follow
You are thy flesh and flesh will obey
You are thy flesh and flesh must obey
Whoa your life is your life
No one else can live your life
And the debts of your life
You must pay them
If a man knows the law
He gets help from the law
Only fools fear the law that can save them
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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It Is All In The Mind
think my dear, it is all in your mind
think beautiful
and you will be beautiful
think all the good things you have
and you will be good
think that you are this success and
you will surely be one, my dear
so why bother
about what this world has to say to you
it is you that matters
it is your mind your soul in you that shapes the contours
of your flesh and body
use your mind that way you use
all the wisdom in you
think about beauty, the truth, the good
focus your mind, change this cup, this saucer, this spoon
change this world of ash into flowers and butterflies
learn this art
this subjectivity, this feeling, this poetry
it is all in the mind
and matter is now bereft of power to hurt you
it is
the mind, the soul, the idea, so think some more
it is the real you, this rational you, think some more
with your beautiful mind, change this world of ash into
this garden of Eden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yaya
Listen to their demands and appoint them a King!
For i am an impressive and a handsome man;
Listen to their demands and appoint them a Queen!
For i am an impressive and a beautiful woman;
And your muse is very delicious and beautiful as well.
The lion roared an i heard your voice,
So i do not have to ask of your name;
Because i am 'Yaya Busanga' from Nima!
There is what have been kept from you and,
Here is wht my lover brought to me;
But stay here awhile to read my muse,
For their demands are important too.
A flask of oil and,
Of the thigh and its upper part!
Your lost donkeys have now been found,
And i am 'Yaya Busanga' from Nima.
The ears will hear and will tingle,
And from Dan to Beersheba;
For the ark of Yahweh was once captured by the Philistines!
And like a piece of silver and a crust of bread,
I am 'Yaya Buanga' from Nima.
Yahweh was calling the boy but,
They have made up their mind for a new King;
Yahweh was calling the girl too but,
They have made up their mind for a new Queen;
So fasten up your sword over the tunic for,
The freed monkeys are now in the bush!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A verdict of guilt
I like to be stern today
So that you may believe me
That I am serious
About the law and that
I mean it when I punish you
I look at you
As you stand before me
Uncombed hair
The dirt of poverty
All over your body
Unwashed clothes
The odor of your crime
Permeating the room
You look like a
Tattered poem to me
I want to write
Something beautiful
About you
I could have followed
The creative path
Of compassion and
Shy away from form
And reason
Yet society is looking
With anger and thirsting
For revenge
Which they call justice
I hand the verdict
Of conviction
Another body another
Soul shall suffer because
The path is rigid
And too smooth for our
Own creative imagination.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bless Me With Those Eyes!
'A thing of beauty is a joy for ever'
Words of Keats one can forget never
What is beauty - beauty is where
One can enjoy here and there, every where!
Grecian urn a beautiful piece
Niagara falls a beautiful place
Silver streaks of water brings us peace
Hills and dales sure nature's grace!
Does beauty lie in the objects seen
Or lie in the eyes of the seer keen?
Beauty seen in the scorching Sun
Beauty felt in the biting cold
Beauty heard in the melody of birds
Beauty smelt in the fragrance of rose
Beauty tasted in the bitterness of neem
Beauty found sure in every mean(s) !
'Beauty is truth and truth beauty
That is all what ye know on earth
And what all ye need to know'
Words of Wisdom
From votary of beauty
And a devotee of Almighty!
Creator of noble beauty
Harbinger of peace and piety
Bless me with those eyes and mind
Beauty in ugliness that they can find!
Beauty of the mind and beauty of the soul
Sure makes one the wholesome whole!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Eye Candy
You are the body beautiful
I am the body neglected
I am the body relegated ignored
both are ambition necessary
for our art phoenix
sacrifices priority made
for beauty of differing forms
transcend ephemeral
or legendary iconic images
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Moment Of Clarity
Will Gift you
an insight into the world
Will Gift you
a reasoned reflective reality
Will give you a meditative poem
an insight into the meaning of shadows
the perception is always
a kaleidoscopic view
object and interaction
the beholder and the beheld
a moment of clarity
between hastily filled spaces
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Your Beauty Had....
A time to talk and of the time to write,
A time to read and a time to learn,
Your beauty is all over me!
For we almost look alike and you are what the muse brought to me.
Your beauty had taken me up so high!
And it has also taken my breath away;
In delight and in words,
And in calmly waters to move me about with the sweet muse of love.
I high level of friction on this love is like a cry of joy! !
And the sweet muse of your love is all that it takes;
But the shape of your naked body tells it all,
And like the words of a bard searching for the land of beautiful flowers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Price
There's a price for everything.
And everything has a price.
The cost may be higher.
It is never precise.
A second of pleasure.
For a lifetime of guilt.
Destroying the house,
Of love that God built.
Innocent victims,
Are killed by the blast.
Others they are maimed,
The scars forever they last.
We walk through that door,
Our morals astray,
Not knowing the price,
That will have to be paid.
There is one thing in common.
It's what we all share.
Three nine inch nails,
And the flesh that they teared.
Silent love.
Screaming so loud.
He paid the price.
His father so proud.
The plan was complete
He said, “It is done”
I have paid for your sins
Each and every one.
To accept my free gift.
There's something I ask.
It's a couple requests,
They are simple tasks.
To just love your neighbor,
Like you love yourself.
Put yourself behind others.
Put your pride on the shelf.
When you do something wrong,
You can call on my name.
I'll show you My mercy,
And remove your shame.
My death was the price.
The price that was due.
I paid it in full.
I did it for you.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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An Earnest Prayer to God
God, rule my tongue, my works, my thought;
God, rule my mind, body, and heart;
God, rule all gifts from You I got;
God, rule my will, forget-me-not.
God, rule all things, my every part;
God, rule my actions from the start;
God, rule my soul, guide it with art;
God, rule my life till I depart!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-15-2006
poem by John Celes
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The Poem I Cannot Write/ Is The Poem Beyond My Own Poetry
THE POEM I CANNOT WRITE/ IS THE POEM BEYOND MY OWN POETRY
The poem I cannot write
Is the poem beyond my own poetry -
It is greater than what I am capable of -
It surprises in ways my awkward phrases cannot
It is complex beyond my simple simplicity
It has an infectious beauty
That demands to be recited again and again -
It lingers in the mind and memory
As a strange new beauty beyond anything done by anyone else before.
The poem I cannot write
Has been written will be written
By those greater than myself-
I have the great blessing
Of being able to read them
But I cannot join them
Despite a lifetime of trying.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Sung Melody Your Life?
time how shall I tell of time
flowing passing singing crying
smiling, flesh pulling in me?
time is a fine cherished wine
a sour vinegar all between time
binds species flesh, each soul
in unique dissimilar ways
adventures ride it run with it
or be dragged off, into oblivion
'As poets we shall write
many poems containing time'
these words begin my poem
'Karma Of Destinies Spoken'
but it is not my poem
it is our poem...
for time in poetry
is an elixir, of our poetic...
lives, we are all poets each life
is a poem written in harmonic
beauty, discord or keys struck
randomly, or with less precision
how, will you play keys marking
events, in sequence which shall
combine, in sung melody your life?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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