Nature Time Safe Viewing Glass Heals Hurt Minds
The Ancient Mariner did stoppeth, who
with 'long grey beard and glittering eye',
only those ready to hear his lesson song.
The broken still fresh fallen, are not ready,
to endure 'A billion microscopic splinters',
or face death of a thousand cuts hurts sucks.
For many filters, wonder splice experiences,
refract rainbow colours split light scientific,
harmony inscribed multiplicity nature; heals
through safe viewing glass, cruel dimensional
realities do not bite strike sensitive mind chimes,
within ice unnerving chilly colours, soft filters
a safe distance insulated; observational reality,
disaster spaced is achieved to protect mortality;
not all have character strength source flexibility
First quotation from line three of ‘The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Second quotation from line three of ‘Soulless Man’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Twentieth Century Mariner
All quotations from 'The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner' by
Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
I oft wondered why
under cold grey overcast;
west coast coastal hometown sky.
I never met a mystic man
with glittering hypnotic inner eye;
whose beard was experience hoar with age.
Who would teach me tiding things
fever pitch, storm tossed, born within me;
inflamed, I needed, sought to know.
For me there was not, could never be,
no third stopped meeting an ‘ancient Mariner’; (1.)
like ‘three years child’ way laid ‘Wedding-Guest’. (15.)
But then where was ‘Storm-Blast’ windswept, (41.)
such fabled ship wrecked need;
for I was that ‘ancient ill- fated
Mariner’; and as unto ‘a Christian soul’ God; (65.)
was that searing pain burning in my brain.
That taught me like an Albatross’s flight,
all ‘helmsman steered’ I, fog-smoke white, ’ (70.) (77.)
fate sought needed to lifetime know.
And all my long life I ‘lamp gleamed white; ’ lived (207.)
‘Alone on a wide wide sea! ’ ‘My soul in agony.' (233.) (235.)
And to our ‘great Father’ ‘God himself’ (607.) (599.)
have I oft been conscience forced;
to bend a youthful, penitent knee.
For perhaps it is my utmost penance,
to seek such blessed spiritual reverence,
as to love all creatures ‘great and small.’ (615.)
‘For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.’ (616-17.)
For my ‘dear God’ has said (616.)
and Coleridge hath said
such men ‘prayeth best,
who loveth best’ of all. (614.)
I praise and humbly ‘in God’s name’ (66.)
thank a loving forgiving God;
who through his created; ‘strange power of speech; ’ (587.)
elemental fundamental universal principle;
men unknowing calleth chance;
lead me to glittering inspired ‘Hermit’ revelation. (499.)
Which I must utter as strange answer,
to ‘pass, like night from land to land; ’ (586.)
bespoken as ‘tale’ testament, inscribed encoded here.
Coincidence met; is thee strange way ‘I teach’; (590.)
in which my eternal; ever Lord master walks.
I follow heaven sent, sought signs ‘I see’, (588.)
pertaining to his purposed passage;
heaven sourced, and sing his hosannas,
in incumbent works, thus written here.
Numerous reluctant past prophets
also, blazed their personalized trail.
With marker stone prophetic words
signaling, their fevered benediction.
Yet more after my precursor passage
shall, survive to favoured flotsam follow.
Still others will fall upon fabled wayside
through, world epochs as yet uncharted.
Behold contemporary mariner
walking, in throng bulwark midst;
and chance bound spellcast met;
‘at an uncertain hour, ’ know it; (582.)
yet recognize not that that man thou met;
you, ‘man that must hear me: ’ (589.)
not until message faced be spoken.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Teenage Sculpture Emotional Overture
teenage sculpture
emotional overture
written green blue
dye experiences true
colours fabric twist shape
gape ego flesh scrape
face youth reality rape
escape cape lesson tape
youth soul flame learnin
heart within glaze burtin
face of teenager eyes life
mold lesson realities strife
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Soulless Man
Heart of a thousand broken pieces
like gravel or ground glass.
A billion microscopic splinters
that tear the flesh apart.
Intense internal bleeding
yet all beneath the snow
drowning, in fullness of own blood,
none of which will show.
Pain without expression
in the ruptured void below.
Like a tyre with a thousand punctures,
the air of feeling can never fill.
Intensity of emotions, capacity of receiving,
never again to know.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Hate the Telephone
You hate the telephone
but will not see me
face to face
so I am left
beseeching you
long-distance,
trying to thread our love
along the telephone poles
of Vermont,
trying to tunnel it
under the Atlantic
as if it were
a rare fossil
I'd unearthed,
or an offshore pipe
bearing precious oil.
But it is your face
I love,
your funny grin
that now seems
cruel around the edges.
You do not wish to be
cruel-you,
the kindest person in the world,
but driven to curious
rages
when you feel
pressured, frustrated,
saddled with
an albatross of love
like an ancient
mariner
who tells his same sad story
to the wedding guests.
The telephone will not
suffice.
Coleridge would have
loathed it,
& so would his
mariner.
It is our modern
Person from Porlock,
interrupting poems,
interrupting loves
& forever
keeping us at arm's length.
I would look you in the eye
again, saying yes, yes, yes-
we have said no enough,
for the rest
of many lifetimes.
poem by Erica Jong
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Poets of Great Renown
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
and William Wordsworth were
eighteenth-nineteenth Century
British Poets of renown...
they collaborated in fine
lyrical ballad style, both
loving the rhythm and rhyme
of Shakespeare, his sonnets
and his plays.
In seventeen ninety six
Wordsworth and Coleridge met,
becoming 'poetry' friends,
but sadly with time their
friendship ended.
I quote just four lines from their
lengthy poem of imagination..
The Ancient Mariner.
'He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small
For the dear God who loveth us
He made ~ and loveth all'
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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This Our Crucible Gifts
this is our crucible
our trial by fire
in molten furnace
we are smeltered
by conflict ordeals
we like ores dug
from yield earth
contain impurities
imperfections
character flaws
we fail to rise above
which limits nobility
of mind impedes us
from quest embracing
enlightening harmony
catalysis furnace
is severe ordeal
life trials killing
off fatal our soul
impurities as iron
ore is tortured
in blast furnace
so are we tortured
broken crushed
liquefied recast
reshaped into new
being like iron ore
we are born free
of dross slag purified
into finest pure steel
thus experience
insight vision
pierces perplexing
problematic realities
with pulse passion’s
need we gift
unguarded
“noblest prayers
to bestow upon
others an eternity
of light
in beautified
likeness of purity
immortality'
fleeting moments
Quotation from the poem ‘An Eternity Of Light’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Egypt’s Bread and Butter Revolution
freedom democracy
employment dignity human rights
domestic internal policy
the right to live above the bread line
recipe for revolution conflict disaster
40% of proud Egyptians
heirs to ancient inspirational dynasties
living below the poverty line
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sculptures Locked In Ice
walk among all those corpsicle people of ice
as rainbow flame shades bright lens flash light
seen only as dim shadow passing if seen at all
people ice forms frozen block emotion water
ice sculptures shape cracking in fresh thaw
no fountain leap dances among ice splinters
rainbow colours walk among people of chill ice
all fabled pots of gold in legend spectral rainbow
dreams filling youths mind eye with perception
hearts of ice sculpture potenuality into stasis ice
technicolour rainbows spread rapture seen not
rainbow stretching spanning dreams curves beams
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Genius Born To Break Rules
slant rhyme corrected
poetry teacher corrections
stuck in muddy rules
the great and genius
are born to break rules
mainstream adhered
seasoned esteemed
recognized poetry teacher
had taught his poetry
classes for decades
basking in certainty
of set academic rules
inferior gerund form
not to be maturity used
in verse perfect line
please do not
embarrass him
do not mention
masterful classical poem
'The Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner'
one of the greatest poems
ever written
penned to paper
dramatic verse
immediacy of active
masterful gerund form
infuses genius verse
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Tracing Sources Of Global Pollutants
it is said it was demon creature man in
ignorant greed lusts who pumped pollutants
into air rivers oceans destroying critical
balance of ancient earth filters
which guarded earth life precious
from excessive harmful sunlight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Lake Poets
You have heard of William Wordsworth he was bard of Cockermouth
And he truly was a great poet if that ever was in doubt
And with Southey and With Coleridge they became known as the lake poets
And they made the Lake District famous and some famous poems they wrote.
Robert Southey was a fine poet he was slave to poetry
And he was for awhile Poet Laureate proves the great poet he must be
And though he is not well known as Coleridge and Wordsworth's is a greater name
He tends to be under rated and deserve a better fame.
And as for Samuel Taylor Coleridge a name verse critics celebrate
His works were born of genius a poetic all time great
The Rhyme Of The Ancient Mariner his masterpiece and some say
Is even greater than the famous elegy of Gray
And as for himself Will Wordsworth his fame seem to grow and grow
He has fifty times as many readers nowadays as he had one hundred years ago
When one talks of poets and poetry Wordsworth's name can't be left out
A testimony to the greatness of the Bard of Cockermouth.
Coleridge, Southey and Wordsworth geniuses all three
Their names inscribed in glory and poetic history
They lived in the Lake District that beautiful English country side
And due to the fame of these men the Lake District is known World wide.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Black Silver
Silver is the mirror,
Where colours cannot run
From one into another
For silver it has none
Silver is a blackness
Which defies pure light to come
And when it does reflects it
Its image still as one
So that when you look upon it
Your face it will become
Not in silver, but the colours,
With which your face does run
Then with your world behind you
By light reflected one
Not in blackness, but in colours
You are colours of the sun
All mirrors do remind us
That colour is the light
And that they do not see us
In the darkness of the night
For colours are but energy
From the spectrum as it falls
On everything around us
Except, from silver balls
The colours of the rainbow
The colours in the sky
The colours of our galaxy
Are in a baby’s eye
Colours all around us
Enable us to see
That the world in which we live, is part of us,
Lifes chemistry
poem by Egal Bohen
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Autumn Leaves Shade A Wealth Of Rainbows
autumn leaves fall in treasure troves tints of colours
so many colours whispering goodnight enrich trees
so many leaves flutter laugh falling rainbow soft breezes
a child’s imagination sings in heaped rain of leaves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Nature's Sting Back Survival Ploy
'Mankind consumes everything,
Coaxing Mother nature's wrath to sting! '
inspired poem Ken Hall themed in realities,
etchings of the laws of nature with contrasts,
of observational brilliant insight sustained,
line by line building reveal ultimate climatic
revelation; destructive humanity stir baits
all creation, not according to kill or be killed
but by ultimate control or destroy insanity,
pending is nature's sting back survival ploy.
A written dedication to the poem 'Natures Call Save the Forest of the Night' by Ken Hall. Quoted lines by Ken Hall.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Zoo Station
Im ready
Ready for the laughing gas
Im ready
Ready for whats next
Ready to duck
Ready to dive
Ready to say
Im glad to be alive
Im ready
Im ready for the push
In the cool of the night
The wartmth of the breeze
Ill be crawling around
On my hands and knees
Shes just down the line ... zoo station
Got to make it on time ... zoo station
Im ready
Im ready for the gridlock
Im ready
To take it to the street
Ready for the shuffle
Ready for the deal
Ready to let go
Of the steering wheel
Im ready
Ready for the crush
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Its alright...its alright...its alright...its alright
Hey baby...hey baby...hey baby...hey baby
Its alright
Its alright
Time is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing in the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Im just down the line from your love...zoo station
Under the sign of your love...zoo station
Im gonna be there...zoo station
Tracing the line...zoo station
Im gonna make it on time...make it on time...zoo station
Just two stops down the line...zoo station
Just a stops down the line...zoo station
song performed by by U2
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Forests Of Growing Green Gold
living forests
touristic gold mines
if market mined
diverse flora fauna
sources of memories
seed imaginations
sold not once
as deforestation
but countless
times as living
life tapestries
creative webs
children of forests
bless all eyes all
hearts spirit seen
“weep child
the mighty totara
is (blade) fallen
no longer
forests thick
stretching
120 feet high
above life dense
canopy bird song
broad leaf trees
linear sharp
pointed leaves
(grew) dark
green-brownish
female totara
flowers red swollen
nut embedded”
who will
replant sacred
forests?
who will come
centuries on to
watch totara grow?
living sacred
ancient forest giants
were timber
sold when tourism
was life sustaining
growing green gold
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation from ‘Land Rape Earth Rape’ by Terence George Craddock
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The Greatest Line
What was the greatest
line of verse ever written?
I know a secret...
the greatest line...
the greatest line of verse
ever written an eternal rhyme
a rhyme that sings
seeds of potent peace
through an entire universe
that sings throughout time
“You must love ADONAI
your God with your whole heart
and your whole soul
and your whole strength.”
“You must love your neighbour
As you love yourself.” Matthew 22: 35-40.
“Peace On Earth and
Good Will To All Men”
Harmony Throughout Eternity
God Dwells In The Heart
Of All Men Who Worship
Their Lord Sovereign Creator
Throughout All Eternity
With Blessed Love
For All Glorious Creation
Harmony Throughout Eternity
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The Ancient Mariner would not have taken so well if it had been called The Old Sailor.
quote by Samuel Butler
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Results Ridiculous
("Humourists have amused themselves by translating famous sonnets into free verse. A result no less ridiculous would have been obtained if somebody had re-written a passage from 'Paradise Lost' as a rondeau." --George Soule in the New Republic)
"PARADISE LOST"
Sing, Heavenly Muse, in lines that flow
More smoothly than the wandering Po,
Of man's descending from the height
Of Heaven itself, the blue, the bright,
To Hell's unutterable throe.
Of sin original and the woe
That fell upon us here below
From man's pomonic primal bite--
Sing, Heavenly Muse!
Of summer sun, of winter snow, Of future days, of long ago,
Of morning and "the shades of night,"
Of woman, "my ever new delight,"
Go to it, Muse, and put us Joe--
Sing, Heavenly Muse!
* * * * *
"THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER"
THE wedding guest sat on a stone,
He could not chose but hear
The mariner. They were there alone.
The wedding guest sat on a stone.
"I'll read you something of my own,"
Declared that mariner.
The wedding guest sat on a stone--
He could not chose but hear.
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Poet Honours Poet Across Cultures
the wheel turns
full circle
turning turning
‘Terence George Craddock
With Honour On My Page’
is the poem ‘Ancient Egyptian
Women Bathe In River Nile’
which was inspired by the poem
‘The Story of River Nile
with Egyptian Women’
by Hosney Soliman.
Poet honours poet all with ears
to listen, hear our mind song,
flowing from the River Nile;
the sphinx, the pyramids,
melting in golden skin colours,
as rebirth awakening Nile floods
washing over our listening souls,
through skies eyes
of freedom worship.
We hounour our love
of freedom liberty beauty
which God wrote into all souls.
God bless Hosney, let us
continue to sing
freedom songs
together in light.
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