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melancholy serene pallor
wrinkle-less sour lip
telling complete tragedy
confessed contempt

who commissioned artist
a youthful death accepted
or bitterly pierce felt sorrow
shadow death contemplated

impending parting agony
approaching death steals
souls taken in youth blood
life pulse short struck down

life acts play short lived
final curtain scene haunts
bitter fruit to savour
is putrid plaintive flesh

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lady Of Fayum

Do you know
you are about to die?

Did you know
you were about to die?
Was this naturalistic
painted portrait

upon choice wooden panel
commissioned veritable
painted prior
to encroaching death?

Prestigious portrait
face covering inserted
brilliant colours bright
in far gaze farewell

in height of Roman fashion
in hair styles clothes jewelry
in lifelike rank status realistic
loving verisimilitude memory

attached to cloth
embalming mummy
bandages as funeral
custom dictated.

Noble fee paid portrait
beautifully painted
in encaustic veneer upon
previously prepared

coated receptive surface
contains rich beeswax
mixed with pigments
to retain colour intensity.

Shoulders life beat breast
in pose three-quarter view
head almost fully frontal
slightly tilted far sight left.

No melancholy serene pallor
wrinkleless yet no lip telling
tragedy confessed contempt
in tribute commissioned artist

a youthful time typical death
bitterly felt sorrow not shown
upon contemplated impending
parting agony approaching death.

Bitter fruit to mourn loss saviour
seen is no putrid plaintive flesh.

Admire a long fine chiseled
aristocratic white cosmetic face
framed beauty dark hair taken
up in allure neck display bun.

Face dominated
by large black eyes
dark stencil eyelids
black eyebrows.

Light brush strokes
visible on life neck
highlights on one side
of admire depicted face.

An undeceived mouth
underscores soliloquy dialogue
innocent antique visage
denounces harboured melancholy.

Jewelery adorned fine clothing
chosen mayhap for social status
rendered bold sure brushstrokes
culminates in an enlivened effigy.

Masterpiece impression mesmerizes
one attenuating successful naturalism
attests this painter well these passions
imparted upon a lifeless wooden panel.

Portrait tells no adieu valediction
to those you mannequin leave
who you may yearn for fear for
lovingly cherished throbbed for?

Now framed soul you are stripped
of life animated regenerating passion.
Across an age sands fallen bygone
you reader of these words stare upon...

despair maestro melodrama encapsulated
voyeurs of pathos pain vessel distilled.
Impossible to embrace or smile comfort
locked within a gaze lost in far antiquity.

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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

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Death Is The End

Death Is The End,
Death Is Sadness,
Death Is Dark,
Death Is Light,
Death Is The End To Your Short Life,
Death Is The Begining To Your Eternal Life,
Death Isn't The End,
Death Isn't Sadness,
Death Is Happyness,
Death Is Your Final Rest,
Death Is Your Second And Final Begining,
Death Is Your Rebirth,
Death Is Final...........

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In Death, My Final Part

A tower grim; a glowering darkness,
And only brown of red the other hue
– I saw it in the distant eyes –
And yes, He knew, but focussed only
On the mortal soul of mine –
After all, He had a role to play,
And wine: my shivering blood to quaff!
If only I could Him betray –
To break the seal of destiny;
Escape the lone cacophony
That emanates from wailing minds!

Damn the fate of His – it awes and blinds!
But oh! the mighty hammer strikes a toll;
The slow approach of Him upon the knoll
Commences exudation of a dying heart.
Endorsing all, I honed my final part.

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Dark Lover Bequeath Last Freedom Kiss

upon our feet back our knees
we all fell before patient death
death praying preying slaying

daggers are pieces of broken mirror
reflections pierce sudden insistence
silver bowel broken spilt life waters

death greeting kiss upon neck lips
vein life pulse throb fade dissipate
sweet dew inhaled blood red roses

angel of death old friend come embrace dance
fast form cloak mask horizons transformations
kiss this life soul smiles laughter dances slips

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Defining A Good Life

lifeline written
in the palm
of your hand

a secret humanity
finds hard
to understand

a long life
is not necessity
a good life

if a short life
is a good life
a better life?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Written In Passion Blood

love is written in warm passion blood
life is written in lust stirring flow blood
union is written in rich soul merging blood
blood in all union gift birth children born

blood bled in surge birth new life
blood corrupted death end finale life
blood love warm pure pumps renewal

blood flesh pierced sword's blade
blood climatic performance act ends
blood in taste of virgin experience death

contradiction the birth of life the birth of death
music cosmic soars at moment of conception
a moment seals love passion or life rape ripped

life poem writ contains such complexity such depth
lucky are lines life focus love given in glad glee read
glad for startling insight thoughts reflections merry

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It's Death Again

It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'

The Reign of Death

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Life of My Death

My only difference
Between life and afterlife
is my death

My only triumph
upon the whole universe
is my death

My only freedom
of thoughts from mind
is my death

My only distinction
from the angels and devils
is my death

My only decision
after all my decisions
is my death

But death is short-lived
and the thing that pleases me
is my death

Life always presents span
and the shortest spanned
is my death

I can grasp everything
but the thing out of my bounds
is my death...

08-03-2008

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A Fresh Endeavour

So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.

I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.

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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’

Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?

Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’

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Punishment

There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.

Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.

And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?

And will He care...?

'Tis down to Him.

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Death and I

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

D eath Crawl

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Donkey Love

The new the new the new
crowd’s bay
its great its wonderful its fab
crowds say.

Future fads
espouse condemnation
deny past
has been prophets.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Egyptian Tanks In Tahrir Square

Mighty yellow metal monsters
intimidate approach Tahrir Square;
symbolic modern dread dealers
of death sent to scare spread fear;

but courage of Egyptian peaceful protesters
defies president calculated tank terror threat;
day upon day witness oppressed courageous
civilian populations demands freedom fight.

No torture dictator rule indefinitely steals
a sovereign nation’s dream freedom right;
No general president in immunity survives
indefinitely citizen’s claim to freedom right.

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Sinner's Visit from Death

Whence the reek, the sombre clouds?
Those of billows gargantuan;
Of storms immense, blushing black,
Wishing sought of me to assess?

And have I passed? I have?
Hence I hear a knock on oak;
Unwelcomed, dullened cloak
Flowing dourly - it was a bitter breeze.

‘Have you mulled my sins? ' I ask.
‘Have you seen my impotence -
Though observe destruction at mine hands?
Forgive me, I am but Man.'

‘And are not sinners forgiven? ' I excuse,
‘Hence forgiveness avoids me of Hell?
Must my Demons of Sin revisit eternally
And reflect back on me to suffer well

The synergy of vengeance and wrath?
Are you not now pitying of my terror?
See my withering, regretful flesh -
Feel you not my tardy repentance? '

But Death just focused his stare,
That which pierced my pulseless heart,
For I was empty of remorse in all my years.
He knew that - and led me away.

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SS Demons

I artist
razor at throat
painted

a canvas life crime

I artist
fish hooks in flesh
wrote

a Holocaust Files.

Why is it popularist
history
remembers only half...

12 million killed, tortured
enslaved by vile sub-human SS
demons during World War II?

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Day Of Glory

My only triumph
upon the whole universe
is my death

My only freedom
of thoughts from mind
is my death

My only distinction
from the angels and devils
is my death

My only decision
after all my decisions
is my death

But death is short-lived
and the thing that pleases me
is my death

because i shall live on

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23feb15 The Day After: Sharp Thorns

there will be
earthquakes
many more
you fear injury

death one day
as God wills
we die maybe
I die here today

these are wake
up calls life is
life was always
lived in precious

heartbeats
time taken
for granted
so wake up

smell the roses
appreciate beauty
sweat floral smell
spread in beauty

grow beautiful
petals
many colours
scented

or grow
sharp thorns
to pierce
innocent flesh

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Strumming The Old Death Blues

Ginsberg
and the aims
of the beat
generation.

How we
contemplated
you?

Yes 'Father Death Blues'.

Sing the blues
and fly home
in familiar death

its a
family
affair

Child,
Genius,
Lover,

Guru Death
we considered
you too,

and its true,
death
is a teacher,

of the blues,
along with pain
poverty too.

Interesting
you
enclose

Dharma Hinduism Death
within Buddha Sangha
Elite Buddism Death.

Both
born
in India

yet Buddha
largely
rejected there,

for the allure
of the chaste system
and reincarnation.

Yet in three
a primary
commonality

Hinduism as in
Jainism and
Buddhism

the possibility
for human
beings

to be spiritually
superior
to the gods.

Yes Death an old
family member
at our fireside,

Death our friend
in travel,
wherever we reside.

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Lady Of Fayum

Disingenuousness

Death Is The End

In Death, My Final Part

Dark Lover Bequeath Last Freedom Kiss

Defining A Good Life

Love Written In Passion Blood

It's Death Again

Life of My Death

A Fresh Endeavour

Death, Inevitable Death

Punishment

Death and I

Donkey Love

Egyptian Tanks In Tahrir Square

Sinner's Visit from Death

SS Demons

Day Of Glory

23feb15 The Day After: Sharp Thorns

Strumming The Old Death Blues

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