Land Stamp Kiwi Souls
does not forest, lakes, rivers,
windswept beaches, ocean tides,
ebb flow in kiwi artistic souls?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Creative Soul Quite Out Of Sorts
creative soul quite out of sorts
are you really source defined
by what you have done?
remembered by what you have written?
does not forest, lakes, rivers,
windswept beaches, ocean tides,
ebb flow in kiwi artistic souls?
do you not hunger starve feel
beginnings are glory dawn chorus
with an eternal day sun bean streams
birth begging come write me?
past writes be they haka or poi songs
lilting lullaby soft night whispered blessings
stretching dark far back to jaw thigh bones
stretch dark far back to ancestor jaw thigh bones
ancestor blessings running sleeping
dream running in waking
eye infant sleep listening...
eye infant ancient sleep listening...
artistic walking time lines
artistic walking seed own time lines
hooks fishing catch spirit minds...
wear colour cloak rainbow bird feathers...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Walking Seed Own Time Lines
creative soul quite out of sorts
are you really source defined
by what you past have done?
remembered by what you have written?
does not forest, lakes, rivers,
windswept beaches, ocean tides,
ebb flow in kiwi artistic souls?
do you not hunger starve feel
beginnings are glory dawn chorus
with an eternal day sun bean streams
birth begging come write me?
past writes be they haka or poi songs
lilting lullaby soft night whispered blessings
stretching dark far back to jaw thigh bones
stretch dark far back to ancestor jaw thigh bones
ancestor blessings running sleeping
dream running in waking
eye infant sleep listening...
eye infant ancient sleep listening...
artistic walking time lines
artistic walking seed own time lines
hooks fishing catch spirit minds
wear colour cloak rainbow bird feathers...
to be an artist and deny art
is to deny self decades
may be devoted invested
into deep wound near fever social causes
delving into tunnels lighting candles
holding lamps high warming other hands
but art denied crucifies poetic souls
song of self is wine sung trodden in life caverns
art is not mainstream commercials remix copycat dance routines
gaga sales pitch rip offs
never climb stairways
to heaven sung unique songs
are tuned in distempered souls
mānuka honey is kiwi wild
wind clover flax fibre twist plait knot
ropes pull waka
rata season scarlet
letter tui bellbird chant
forest call
dawn chorus
awake spirits
melody songs
kauri earth rooted
sky stand poet
chant flies
spindle poet taxes
starvation soul
screaming write
visions boil in own blood cells
eyes boil flay flesh in vision quests
time spins fast
in seer sight
ebb tide beaches siren whales
water birth born to cry ocean songs
communicative across vast
surge arena Pacific ocean songs
mist child of Aotearoa
ride wide current ocean tides
to tip of embracing Cape Reinga
Pohutukawa
tree is rest eternal spirit
step home waiting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Kiwi Heartbeat Poetic Chants
are tuned in distempered souls
mānuka honey is kiwi wild
wind clover flax fibre twist plait knot
ropes pull waka
rata season scarlet
letter tui bellbird chant
forest call
dawn chorus
awake spirits
melody songs
kauri earth rooted
sky stand poet
chant flies
spindle poet taxes
starvation soul
screaming write
visions boil in own blood cells
eyes boil flay flesh in vision quests
time spins fast
in seer sight
ebb tide beaches siren whales
water birth born to cry ocean songs
communicative across vast
surge arena Pacific ocean songs
mist child of Aotearoa
ride wide current ocean tides
to tip of embracing Cape Reinga
Pohutukawa
tree is rest eternal spirit
step home waiting...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Running Waters Of The River
running water on the river
despite the boulders
it finds itself its way
to where all the waters meet
in that destination
of everything and everyone
running restless souls
towards the same destination
it is not divergence
it is convergence
it is the oneness of all rivers
of all souls
i run and flow
i become everything and everyone at the end
from this flow on this journey
towards everything and everyone
i am gone i am found i am lost i am the drop
becoming a part of the ocean's universe
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Artistic
Artistic
It's artistic
Grace in your movement
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Sweetness in your voice
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Gleam in your eye
Is artistic.
I'm filled with inspiration
In my dormant artistic pursuit...
With brush in hand
I'll paint your every move
With hidden treasure of words
I'll weave poems of what you say
And I'll move as you command
By the gleam of your eye.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Creation Starvation Diet
interesting really
'starving to make music'
is desirable
because passion burns
creativity must flow
emotions outpourings
artists are other
creative New Zealanders
who excel
drew on themselves
their kiwi self
unique artistic other
a quality
of seeing
past
packaged
commercial
hype
great 60s
70s,80s,
90s artist
always
were a genuine
exploration
of their own
exceptional
musical gifts
copies fade
timeless
originality
lasts
stands the test
of time
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Soul searchin
Isolation from the truth
Got me deep in their lies
So I close my ears shut
Stare deep in their eyes
But I don’t see clear
So proceed with my mind
Only to learn we can’t connect
I’m deceived by their kind
At times I wish I could just
Flow with the breeze
I’m gone with the wind just
Blow on the trees
No hesitation to make moves
Finally free
But my souls stuck in this body
Till freedoms achieved
At times I wish I become
One with the waves
One with the ponds with the rivers
Or the lakes
One with the ocean or seas
No debate
I’m alone in the streets
I need the keys to the gate
But every time i spend a couple of
Hour’s with nature
a feeling of fulfillness
Begin to take over
But I guess this is what you call a
Spiritual healing'
Accompanied by calm waves
Call it mutual feeling
poem by Habib Noori
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Young Years Of Kiwi Dragons
Weet-Bix and Marmite grows
into Kiwi friends Kiwi beers
great legendary Kiwi Years
“Our wings were flying in the sun....
Dreaming of a wind that would make us sail....
We had the moon and sun behind us....”
there were no horizons that could bind us
no stars galaxies big enough to swallow us
no supernovae in cosmos could out shine us
we burned super stars movers shaking our universe
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Craving A Taste Of Kiwi
last night I lonesome had
irresistible urge to eat kiwi
craving a taste of kai kiwi
the earth is giver of all life
from the soil comes food
native foods New Zealand
that same food is cooked
in oven beneath the earth
but expatriate here will find
no hangi traditional feast
nor any food of home forest
stream sea or gardens kiwi
years since eaten white bait
fresh silver jewels of Buller
River in my far home town
kumara tasty potato sweet
no traditional delicacies
grace my table no hangi
cooked meat vegetables
placed on bed hot stones
in bottom of dug hangi
hole no birds fish kiwi
wild herbs roots mixed
no food cloth covered
before mound of earth
traps heat around food
Maori tourism visitors
eat as guests hangi food
no taewa tutaekuri pass
lips deep purple potato
no rewena pararoa pass
lips potato Maori bread
my father puha gathered
a leafy vegetable green
to be found growing wild
after heavy Buller rains
kowhitiwhiti watercress
also smiling he harvested
greenlip mussels off rocks
at seashore neap low tides
greenlip mussels I ate
as kuku patties paua
from mother of pearl
shells in far away land
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Religions of Man - Part I - or - Get Close to the Shore Yourself
The Religions of Man
Are like vast rivers
Meandering slowly
Across great plains to the ocean
Fed
By waters from the heavens
Travelling different directions
To reach the same ultimate destination
But
Some now flow so slow
That they have lost all sense of direction
Others have become altogether dried up
Some so polluted
They support no hope for life
Either here or after
So
Best use your own senses
And your mind
To find how to get close
To the shore by yourself
Where you will find
Fast clear streams
That flow straight into
The Ocean of Truth
That still patiently
Awaits us
poem by Egal Bohen
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Sorrow Rebirth Thinks Of Beauty
a huge knowledge of sorrow
must always think of beauty
memories running over themselves
are fires burning tortured souls
rebirth is born in rhythm ocean waves
wavelets are tender finger ripples
stroking skin of land shorelines
strong fingers massage knotted rocks
rubbing down into sand heartaches
baked on long hot wave eroded days
summarize ebb flow coastal beaches
beauty haunts all tidal manifestations
wind wave bird song sing salt choruses
each sunrise sunset paint shades of skies
beauty awaits in promise discoveries
washed up upon shore is storm sorrow
but in waste wake awaits hope tomorrow
tides clean sweep sand tide moon margins
search out treasures in childhood memories
sea calls in every salted shell rejoice hearts
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Fishing Boats
Weathered boards on the old dock
Sun trying to peak thru
The water like a sublime dream
Seagulls circle the boats
You were there with your humor
With your easy going smile
You loved to take people fishing
Soon I will go into memory
The waters will always laugh
Lakes, rivers and sea
Poetry of the tides
Campfires and moonlight
Old man and the sea
Get the net I gotta big one!
Your fishing boat in the dusk
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Rivers of a Poet
The Rivers of the Poet
The verses of the poet
vary from the rivers
though they also flow
while circulating inside
until materializing
in words and verses
that others can see.
The poet’s soul communions
with the exterior world
and flows like the rivers
with each inspiration.
The rivers of the poet
do dry inside of him
as he writes,
but it is forever
that they flow in written form
upon the sheets of paper.
That is how
the rivers of the poet
leave and manage to stay
until another river
appears and flows
with another inspiration.
poem by Juan Antonio Rodriguez
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Wavy Ocean Vavroovahana Patra
Wavy blue Ocean attracts travellers day and night;
Bay of Bengal sings the Glory of Jagannath with delight.
God’s creation is an everlasting beauty;
Passers-by enjoy the beauty with gaiety.
Ocean kisses the Shore day and night;
As the beloved kisses the lover with delight.
The rivers mingle in the Ocean beautifully;
As Souls mingle in Supreme soul delightfully.
Ocean attracts the rivers day and night;
As God attracts devotees with delight.
Real devotee hankers after salvation;
Drinks the nectar from the lap of creation.
Poet’s mind is broad as the Ocean;
Lives enjoying the beauty of creation.
Depicts verses concentrating mind on Jagannath;
He is the Supreme Soul, a brook of mirth.
Wavy Ocean is the creation of Jagannath;
God is the cause of death and birth.
Man comes for a transient period to Earth;
Ocean remains for ever, man goes with mirth.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Eternal Rose
Upon the waters of life we sail
Course set-in the four winds
Four winds that cleanse the true
My darling your voice is a candle
Grand bells are ringing
Control is the prison of concepts
Flow like the rivers of Eden
Flow like the tides of freedom
Fire consumes the walls
Your smile like the centuries reaches
Garlands of myth and mystic wine
My carnal touch a wild forest
We are the jewels of green
Emeralds that laugh in the waters
We are the sacred changes that last
Shall we glow beyond the night?
Creation made of eternal light
Stars like mirrors of love
I want to see you forever
We decorate time like a garden
When time is ended we shall kiss
Love is an eternal flower
Greet one another with a Holy Kiss
Holy love a radiant eternal rose
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Silent Tide
I heard Old Ocean raise her voice and cry,
In that still hour between the night and day;
I saw the answering tides, green robed and gray,
Turn to her with a low contented sigh;
Marching with silent feet they passed me by,
For the white moon had taught them to obey,
And scarce a wavelet broke in fretful spray,
As they went forth to kiss the stooping sky.
So, to my heart, when the last sunray sleeps,
And the wan night, impatient for the moon,
Throws her gray mantle over land and sea,
There comes a call from out Life's nether deeps,
And tides, like some old ocean in a swoon,
Flow out, in soundless majesty, to thee.
poem by David MacDonald Ross
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Everlasting Earth
Everlasting Earth
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted August 31,2009
At one time earth land was plentiful and lush
now earth land is deforested even unplentiful where is the lush,
the animals with birds were plentiful while beautiful
now the animals with birds are unplentiful or are instinct.
At one time earth ocean was plentiful and beautiful
now earth ocean is being deharvested while the coral reefs disappear,
the mammals with fish even other sea life where plentiful besides beautiful
now the mammals with fish even other sea life are deheavested or are instinct.
At one time earth lakes with rivers plentiful and beautiful
now earth lakes with rivers is being defished even poisoned not to drink,
the fish with wildlife was plentiful while beautiful
now the fish with wild life are unplentiful or instinct.
Humans caused these things to the earth beside nature as well too
well earth cannot fix its self every time especially when we caused it,
earth is not everlasting, one day she will stop working too, same goes with the other planets.
Only 2% water we can drink the rest we cannot drink
it is ocean and pollution in the water think about that,
if no animals, even birds or fish I say no food if their no food means no people!
poem by Lori Triggs
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Glastonbury 09 - In Search of Avalon
Tomorrow we set sail on tarmac ocean soil,
To spoil ourselves, to ruin ourselves.
To bring our blood up to the boil.
Settle into the notion,
Seek the elixer not the potion.
The stone awaits you.
Calling you.
Don't pretend that you don't hear it.
Clear your mind to chaos
Order forgotten logic to decay
Rise in the night
Set in the day.
So many souls, the surface is shimmering
A million bright eyes, a million lights glimmering.
The city born of mud, given life by fire
As Each child is lost to their own desire.
Some see only demons here, others find no reason to fear.
Seek the dragon of the circle, he guards his wisdom well.
Drink from it as you wish, remember your story to tell.
Forget not the world beyond the hedgerow, but know.
Know that here all rivers flow
An ocean of souls devouring
With every moment empowering
Every moment a step in right direction
How could it be wrong?
I guess it must be right
I can feel the skies erection
I can feel the earth delight.
poem by David Lacey
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Meeting again [Revedere]
– Forest friendly and sincere,
How are you today, my dear,
For since I have seen you last
Lots of years have quickly passed
And since far away I've been
Half the world my eyes have seen.
– I do always what I know,
Hear the blizzard bringing woe,
Breaking branches in its race
Covering the waters' face
Snowing up the narrow way
Chasing all my birds away;
– And in summer, all the time,
Hear the doina, song sublime,
On the path where people mount
To fetch water from the fount,
Filling their jugs with care
Sing the women young and fair.
– Forest dear, with rivers clear
Time goes by and time comes near.
You are young, as people say,
But grow younger every day.
– What is time, despite its aches
Stars still sparkle in the lakes,
If the time is good around
The wind blows, the leaves will sound;
If the time is wild and free
Flows the Danube to the sea,
Only people change from birth,
Wandering upon the earth,
While we stay unmoved therein,
Peaceful as we've always been:
Rivers, oceans, sandy strands,
The world with its desert lands,
Moon and sun and other things,
And the forest with its springs.
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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