Hear Main Man Told Me
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to mow your neighbour’s
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out
person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion
listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate
your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend
that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me
your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time For A Little Praying
where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain
a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
a metaphor definition
of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life's lonely road
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to mow your neighbour's
grass; give a few dollars
to a forgotten down and out
person bumming a few notes
in a walk past parking lot;
when you take time to passion
listen to any poor lost soul
with a fragmented life blown
apart; when you go donate
your life saving blood free in
your rush lunch hour; when
you stand up alone to defend
that human imperfect person
everyone else is running down;
hear main man also told me
your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray homeless lost dog or cat
every time Jesus cared when others
thought Jesus should not to Father God
Jesus was praying as every single time
we care when others think we should not
we are also praying as my own father
was often praying when others knew it not
an excellent extension of praying extended
into social context contemporary community
was written in examples from Eric Cockrell
although many in reality pray for others not
Inspired by the poem ‘You're Praying' by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You're Praying
every time you stop to help
someone stuck on the side
of the road... you're praying.
every time you go over
and help your neighbor
mow his grass... you're praying.
every time you give a couple dollars
to the down and out person
bumming in the parking lot....
you're praying.
every time you take the time
to listen to someone whose
life is falling apart... you're praying.
every time you go and give blood
during your lunch hour...
you're praying.
every time you stand up
for the person everyone else
is running down... you're praying.
every time you take in a
stray dog or cat... you're praying.
every time you give more
than you have to give... you're praying.
every time you care
when no one thinks you should...
you're praying!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Struck By Bad Luck
where could I go
now to find a prophet
who could explain
a brief simple literal
exemplified extended
metaphor definition
of precious praying relative
to 21st century greed global
selfish inhuman indifference
hear main man told me
your praying every time
when you kindness stop
to help any stranger
struck by bad luck side
of life’s lonely road
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Serving Lost Souls Tired Broken
an excellent
extension of praying
extended
into social context
contemporary community
is poem ‘You’re Praying’
ash mud star dust
wins favour with God
when serving lost
souls tired broken aged
desperate who need
compassion blessings
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell. Split Imaging from the poem ‘Time For A Little Praying’ by Terence George Craddock.
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A Phoenician Woman Of Faith
your praying every single time
your heart is moved to take in
a stray dog or cat; I remember
a Phoenician woman who cried
out to the Lord, son of David;
because her daughter was badly
demonized; Jesus said to his disciples
“I was not sent forth to any but
to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.”
When the woman made obeisance
saying “Lord, help me! ” In answer
Jesus said “It is not right to take the bread
of the children and throw it to little dogs.”
With a mother’s love praying for her
daughter the Phoenician woman replied
“Yes Lord, but even the dogs do eat
of the crumbs falling from their master’s
table.” Jesus replied “Oh woman, great
is your faith; let it happen to you
as you wish.” In faith her daughter
was healed from that hour on. Thus Matthew 15: 21-28.
every time we give more than
we have to give we emulate Jesus
who gave to a faithful Phoenician
woman although she was not
a lost sheep of the house of Israel
she received in faith her daughter
healed just like similar faith encounter
a Roman centurion from Capernaum
who believed from a distance Jesus
could heal because he had authority
and in faith the manservant was healed Matthew 8: 5-13.
God gives authority as God has chosen
Jesus cared even when his disciples
thought Jesus should not it was Jesus
who miracle feed hungry five thousand
every time Jesus cared when others
thought Jesus should not to Father God
Jesus was praying as every single time
we care when others think we should not
we are also praying as my own father
was often praying when others knew it not
Inspired by the poem ‘You’re Praying’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Praying To A New God
(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the dance floor
Start praying to a new god
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Praying God’s Will When We Care
every time Jesus cared when others
thought Jesus should not to Father God
Jesus was praying as every single time
we care when others think we should not
we are also praying to our creator God
we are praying God’s will when we care
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Want To Live!
is the bridge to the past
really the chain that holds us?
have we spent all of our lives,
running to or running from?
and what are we fighting,
if not ourselves?
sick of the sickness,
am i both disease and the cure?
when i pray,
who am i praying for,
and who am i praying to?
is this soul rebellion, revolution,
or time's evolution?
i talk to the night,
still waiting for answers.
so if i fall from the sky,
let me burn and explode!
i want to live,
to feel! to touch! to dance!
i want to live!
who will walk with me?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Praying For Rain
the farmer poet
walking barefoot
in the dust,
looking upwards
towards heaven,
praying for rain.
the blue collar poet
walks between the rows
of machines gone silent
in the deserted building,
looking upwards,
praying for work.
the nurse poet
stares at the line
of people wanting help,
no insurance, no money
looking upwards,
praying for hope.
the politician poet
surrounded by the din
of deals being made
without conscience
or integrity,
looking upwards,
praying for dignity.
the mother poet,
pushed into a corner,
no food, no money,
cant pay the rent or
buy clothes.
looking down
into her children's eyes,
praying for God!
the human poet,
looking inwards,
praying for all
that lives
praying for rain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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High Fives
High fives truly night jive
Living in the night time
Soul man golden old man
Weathering the time sands
This whole rhythm gives me what I need
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime goes by
White lines fooling my kind
Living for the night time
Hold hands home in old land
Weathering the time sands
This whole rhythm gives me what I need
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime
Praying hard as your lifetime goes by
Goes by
song performed by by Simply Red
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Concept Salvation The Universe Dwarfs
I pray a lot
but
never enough
compassion
seems
to be
a most
important
part of praying
compassion
for world poor
the sick the weak
for souls dying
but praying
for eternal salvation
for those we
love
family
friends
for sinners
who sinned
against us
praying
for an immortal
souls destiny
throughout eternity
this concept salvation
the universe dwarfs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nowhere Left To Stand!
angels made of dust,
stray dogs, homeless children.
righteousness invades,
who forgives the forgiven?
the hands on the clock prophesy,
and the darkness demands.
god stares back from the mirror,
moves with human hands.
empty houses on fire,
empty hearts strike with fear.
and all that remains,
words spoken, unseen tears.
pay the cost of the choice,
pay the price of a life.
but you cannot learn to live,
till you learn how to die!
faces without names,
names written in the sand.
praying for deliverance,
with nowhere left to stand.
when hatred takes form,
the identity revealed.
what we cannot bear to touch,
and wont admit we feel.
the candle burns on the table,
the self walks before.
we have to free ourselves,
before we unlock the door!
faces without names,
names written in the sand.
praying for deliverance,
with nowhere left to stand!
praying for deliverance,
with nowhere left to stand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Need A Poem For The Evening
I need a poem for the evening
The day has been difficult
Visiting two very sick friends and the wife of one on the edge of breakdown
Being in a crowd of one’s own people and feeling oneself a stranger
Praying at the Kotel in gratitude and yet wondering if the prayer real
Wondering how life could go so wrong for those I know of my own age
When it hasn’t for me yet
Praying to God
And wondering why God should listen to me
Life is difficult
Suffering is real
Disappointment is endemic in the human condition
I can still write a poem
Even if it is an unhappy one.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Praying To The Aliens
Slowly the thought
There is no one to replace
Came into view
And he began to cry
Now only boys
That love only boys
The perfect picture
Of a boy/girl age
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
Grey overcoat
And he could be anyone
A random poll check
Do you ever think of women?
They broke him down
Into a torn old queen
Living somewhere
Between dead and dying
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
There are no more
Do you begin to see?
The corner of my eye
Could give me away
Isnt it strange
How times change?
I cant imagine
Living any other way
Im praying to the aliens
Im praying to the aliens
song performed by by Gary Numan
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You Oughta Know Emerging Music Artists
an X factor
phenomena
while fickle
hungry fans
need their next
music video fix
to go with plastic
all de other fixes
swallowing lost
time line minds
needing to buzz
buzz beautiful
in shift shades
of happy lust
dust fillings as
earned my time
Split Imaging from the poem ‘Mind Brain Interface’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Always My Bonnie Lass
My bonnie lass, your in my past
Wondering were you are now
You were my thoughts, but them I lost
As from my memories they have been plowed.
I think of you, when I am in the mood
To bring a smile upon my face
And your also there, in my prayer
Praying those memories would be replaced.
I think of us, and what once was
With a happiness in my soul and heart
And the things we done, underneath the sun
While praying that never we would part.
I call your name, when I am in pain
But never do you answer that call
So I shed a tear, which you will not hear
If only you could see what I have saw.
I remember our vows, as though they are now
As that time for me it will never pass
When you close yours eyes, I will be there inside
As you will will always be my bonnie Lass.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Time Heals all
when my brother had a bad car crash and nearly died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
one after another my four grandparents died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when a mates brother hung himself
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when my friend turned her back and distroyed my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got epilepsy and lost peoples trust
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got depressed and lost control of my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
i gave it time
but i'm not healed
so when dose time help
when do people stop relying on time
and get off there butts and help
cause time dosen't heal all on its own
An Eternity Of Light
praying is not
in form most refined
imploring God
to bestow define
favour privilege upon self
praying is blessing
to implore God
in noblest prayers
to bestow upon
others an eternity
of light in beautified likeness
of purity immortality
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Land Gone Black Global Nightmare
A Land Gone Black global nightmare
seems to be a spectral image that haunts
global interaction political world trade
commerce sets base minimum price
virgin land is exploited for all resources
ripped greedily but not wisely ground
renewable resources solar wave wind
are discarded with industrial grip contempt
for decades by oiled robber baron despots
once I thought in a Moment In Time
“The flash of the president’s pen
deals with the life of men.
Starting a war settling a score
all happens so far away.”
But the poor ever suffer among us
eyes of sick starving children accuse us...
“the soldiers of petroleum
buy a whore, a dime, a quarter.
dine on the flesh of children; ...”
Inspired by the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell. “The flash of the president’s pen” quotation is from the poem ‘Moment In Time’ by Terence George Craddock. Second quotation “the soldiers of petroleum” is from the poem ‘A Land Gone Black’ by Eric Cockrell.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Idle Love 05
The day breaks
Night sweeps the land
Calmly at first
The her raven features
Dominate my skin
I beckoned to the moon
Confessing my heart yet again
This time I don’t know how many pieces
Are left to give
So much I left with them
Every person that stepped in
Their eyes said help and I gave in
Touching their heart with careful fingertips
Coaxing their wounds to mend
After the healing was done
I was thrown out time and time again
Knowing the consequence
I still would still bend and try again
Maybe just maybe this time could be it
And I gave myself to him
Let my passion soar and
Put my evil mind to rest
Even so I couldn’t be myself
Couldn’t be wild
Heart lost and soul caged
I couldn’t feel the holes he was burning away
The ones that still sting today
I gave blindly
Idly loving
Praying for a heart to love to understand
poem by Kira Bloom
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