Ode To Istanbul
Ode to my soulful Istanbul
mystic place where fermented
juices producing seasoned creative process.
Rich in diverse emotive experience
stretching your fabled essence
across unread palm of countless hands.
Ode to my siren soulful Istanbul
mystic city place where fermented
lyric poem sung in proud Turkish hearts.
Hearts which embraced with cultural cups
steaming tea coffee served in countless byways
as embraced poet tread myriad layered forms.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Derangement Historically Expansive Echoes
To my sensual soulful Istanbul
mystic veiled spectre haunting
undulations soft sensual rhythms.
Flowing fusillade thoughts frequently flee
to lost time ruined dissipated private places
where once fermented an empire's juices.
Fat plots seeping fostered luscious dramatic covetous juices
producing throbbing dust choked conspired changes
rich in diverse emotive engineered hegemonic experience.
Stretching tortured sepsis fabled essence
across greased or ungeased unread palm
countless hands caught stirred murky waters.
Far from war's devastation
also are laments cried
due to plot weak willed men
eager to exploit carnage.
Seed such designated derangement
neither were you spared in times
past nor present in war nor commerce
politic my mystic soulful Istanbul.
Hegemony - Leadership, predominance.
Sepsis - Putrefaction; infection from a festering wound, blood-poisoning.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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God’s Love Blessing Life Affirming Feel In Istanbul
Istanbul city of contrasts history diversity
city enigma Bosporus beautiful divide city
continents but never meaningful hearts souls
once I crossed flowing waters week days daily
proud transcontinental worker leap continents
living in Istanbul Europe working in Istanbul Asia
teaching English grammar tenses learning eyes souls
oriental scents exotic mystic swirls feel mirror minds
hold mirror images sight pierce centuries mysteries
riddles of sphinx learn layered here in humane ethnicity
civilizations customs traditions society imbue humanity
human flesh live way of life heart beats love for humanity
literal arts distinct cultures sciences God bless soul divinity
cosmos creator with a word love bless heart beating diversity
embrace all races love so much wonder felt in creation divinity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Istanbul
Istanbul was constantinople
Now it's istanbul, not constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Now it's turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in constantinople
Lives in istanbul, not constantinople
So if you've a date in constantinople
She'll be waiting in istanbul
Even old new york was once new amsterdam
Why they changed it i can't say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to constantinople
No, you can't go back to constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
Istanbul (istanbul)
Istanbul (istanbul)
Even old new york was once new amsterdam
Why they changed it i can't say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was constantinople
Now it's istanbul, not constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
So take me back to constantinople
No, you can't go back to constantinople
Been a long time gone, constantinople
Why did constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the turks
Istanbul
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Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Istanbul (Istanbul)
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say
People just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople
No, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Istanbul
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Farewell Weary Weatherman
Farewell weary weatherman,
A lonesome mind has embraced desolation.
Unsheltered from the exploding storm,
No escape from isolation.
A song of lament reverberates,
Piercing hearts like a sword.
Soulful cries carried by the wind,
Bursting through life’s thinning cord.
Tear apart all naive, worldly perceptions,
A place of refuge you vainly forage.
Animated daggers carved an epitaph,
As you tread life’s final voyage.
poem by Ian Tronco
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Istanbul Past Present Future
Istanbul life pulse do you feel it as I do?
When you gaze upon mosaic maze
tapestry ancestry diversity ethnicity
tolerance love respect embrace diverse
humanity all souls created God miracles
Istanbul hope tolerance lessons teaches
poem by Terence George Craddock
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the Golden Horn Of Istanbul
THE ‘GOLDEN HORN’ OF
ISTANBUL
It is an inlet arm from the Bosphoros Strait,
Which stretches inwards towards the west;
And curves up like a deer’s horn, -
Known to the world as the ‘Golden Horn’!
It separates the old Istanbul’s historic city,
From its modern counterpart in the north;
Forming the world’s longest natural harbor,
A waterway almost 7.5 km long!
The harbor was once the Naval Headquarters
of the Byzantine Empire!
When a heavy chain guarded the inlet’s
entrance;
Stretching across the mouth of the ‘Horn’ entire;
From the Old City to the Galata Tower! *
The old city stands on seven hillocks, once
known as the ‘City of Seven Hills’;
And top of every rise, a temple, or a mosque
or a monument is seen, -
With its steeples, towers and minarets, the city
stands solemnly still!
Each building here has a story to tell;
In 1453 to the Ottoman Turks the city fell!
As I stood ruminating on one such high rise,
And saw the sun going down in the west;
The inlet waters appeared bathed in gold,
Glittering in the sun’s setting rays!
And at that moment I realized, as I looked at
the inlet nice and long,
How aptly it has been named, as the inlet of
‘The Golden Horn’!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
13 May 09
(*Galata Tower is located at the entrance of
the inlet- in the northern half of the city.
‘The Golden Horn’ waterway divides the
city of Istanbul into northern & southern
halves!)
Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Gulf Turkish Holiday Heritage
“To return at last from Turkey
with my memories safely stored
between thin clear plastic pages.”
This is all I save from Turkey
where youth beauty are service bled
lifeblood devalues faster than wages.
Its January 1991 Saddam Hussein
is finally getting his ass kicked; during
the war I remained in Istanbul but
a holiday toward the scud threatened
border was too cheap to refuse; strange
watching fearful flee direction opposite
alive adrenaline rush alive dead chickens
would give warning gas was about to;
claim take our civilian collateral damage
lives; but as written record reads scuds
were never fired into National Turkish Airspace? ;
and Andrew died of virus lung infection
a few years later caught pumping gas
at a London petrol station during cold winter;
weather we had but in brief in Istanbul.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation from the poem ‘Turkish Heritage’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Time Huntress Dancing
hear the echo of time still beating
hear the echo of time still passing
hear the echo of time still singing
pausing for prophet mystic poet
time singing stories of past present
ages whispering events future still
pending altering in fractions pressing
poets and time are a potent mixture
when time veils are shredded wrapped
or embraced in dance of mystic time
time enfolds swallows pressures
disappears drags hunts capturing all
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Theme Song
we had it
we were serious about it
long time ago
we listened attentively
we felt it
stirring our hearts
whirling with
so much love
we look at each other's eyes
full moon
ah, but that was long ago
we did not much have of that free will
to overcome those obstructions
we never hurdled them
completely
we embraced the weakness of
all those fears
we said, we were not meant to be
there were other plans
that must fulfill
destiny
i went back to that place
where they still play that music
i still enjoy each lyric
but i am already different
the feeling has changed
and i never felt the urge
to dance again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem Does Not Have to Rhyme
There are those who think in order for a poem to have rhythm it must rhyme, but a poem does not have to rhyme to have rhythm.
The rhythm comes for the poet’s soul not the rhyming of words.
The rhythm is in emotions that the poet’s poem evokes.
From a soulful cry to feeling of love and from the passion of hate to the awakening of understanding this is the beat, the rhythm of a poem. Now don’t get me wrong if a poem rhyme and has soul it is cool too, but I just wanted everyone to know that a poem does not have to rhyme.
Mystic Rhythm
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know - things I wonder
Things I'd like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone -
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms - under northern lights
Or the African Sun
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms - under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar
song performed by by Rush
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Mystic Rythms
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, Things I wonder
Thins I'd like to say.
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or the African sun
Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone.
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way.
Mystic rhythms, under city lights
Or a canopy of stars.
We feel the powers and we wonder what they are.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or a canopy of start
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar.
song performed by by Rush
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Dr. Demento's 15th Anniversary Special
In the year of 1970
Underneath the old smogberry tree
First was heard a man that we all know
The one and only dr. demento
Nixon, ford, and carter, reagan too
Remember all they did and didn't do
Through it all, one consistency
Spending once a week with dr. d
So wind your radios way up tight
Raise your glasses high tonight
Like wine, his spirit has fermented
So here's to him, the one who stays demented
Changes come, seasons pass
Like alice through the looking glass
He shares a world of madness that we cheer
For fifteen roly poly years.
So wind your radios way up tight
Raise your glasses high tonight
Like wine, his spirit has fermented
So here's to him, the one who stays demented
Don't forget to stay demented
Everybody sing
He has a very friendly, fuzzy face
And nobody could ever take his place
His fans around the globe will never dwindle
'cause he fits so many records on his spindle
Stacks of laughing wax from floor to ceiling
Well, it gives him such a warm internal feeling
Whether you're italian or egyptian
He's bound to fill your musical prescription
Wind your radios way up tight
Raise your glasses high tonight
Like wine, his spirit has fermented
So here's to him, the one who stays demented
Wind your radios way up tight
Raise your glasses high tonight
Like wine, his spirit has fermented
So here's to him, the one who stays demented
In the year of 1970
Underneath the old smogberry trees
First was heard a man that we all know
The one and only dr. demento
Yeah
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Mystic Rhythms
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know -- things I wonder
Things Id like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone --
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of whats beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms -- under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar
song performed by by Rush
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Care For One Another..
Look at the hearts only,
Beating inside punctually,
as the stars majestically,
One above other vertically,
Hearts are beating vibrantly.
One above the other in high rise,
hearts toil with no surprise,
as the galaxies and constellations,
Hearts are beating horizontally,
Few hearts in big space,
Many hearts in small place,
as the diamonds twinkle in space,
Hearts are found in the ocean,
Hearts are there in the mountains,
Hearts are loitering in the jungles,
Hearts are beating in places,
as the planted gems above us,
Daring hearts are weak,
Weaker hearts are strong,
Most hearts are healthy,
Run and work in safety,
A few suffer and are sickly,
Clogged with fat and heavy,
Rich and poor man's hearts,
Educated and uneducated hearts,
Good and evil hearts,
Agnostic and spiritual hearts,
Healthy and sick hearts,
Beat everywhere to show,
That we care for one another,
and we love one another,
as we look at the stars,
the stars look at our hearts.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Walnut Tree
my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred
Neither you are aware of this, nor the police
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water
My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief
pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes
My leaves are my hands, I have one hundred thousand
I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul
My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement
I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I watch Istanbul
Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
neither you are aware of this, nor the police
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Transition In Building Worship Utilization
Aya Sophýa Istanbul
church built to honour our God
became prime model
for all mosques to honour Allah
Hagia Sophia Greek
Holy Wisdom
Sancta Sophia Latin
Sancta Sapientia Turkish
designed by the Greek
scientist Isidore of Miletus
who taught physics
in Alexandria Egypt
then Constantinople Bosporus
and Anthemius of Tralles
a Greek professor of Geometry
in Constantinople Byzantium
string construction of ellipse
conic sections elaborate vaulting
of Hagia Sophia incorporate theories
of famed Heron of Alexandria?
utilized to address challenges
presented by problematic building
an expansive dome over large spaces
designed by a physicist
and a mathematician
completed in 537AD rebuilt
by 563 after an earthquake
Aya Sofya an Orthodox
patriarchal basilica
from date of its dedication
in 360 until 1453
serving as cathedral
of Constantinople except
between 1204 and 1261
when it was converted
to a Roman Catholic cathedral
under powerful Latin Patriarch
of Constantinople as the Western
Crusader established Latin Empire
Aya Sofya a mosque
from 1453 until 1931
then secularized opened
as city museum in 1935
now a museum in Istanbul
Aya Sofya 1093 years
principal cathedral
of Constantinople
almost 500 years
principal mosque
of Turkish Istanbul
Hagia Sophia served
as a model for many
other Ottoman mosques
the Kılıç Ali Paşa Mosque
the Rüstem Pasha Mosque
the Şehzade Mosque
the Süleymaniye Mosque
the Sultan Ahmed Mosque
famous Blue Mosque of Istanbul
your vaulted dome planned
to surpass expansive spaces
mirror symbolic ascent into heaven
Aya Sofya famous massive dome
considered an amazing epitome
of surviving Byzantine architecture
changed concept history of architecture
largest cathedral in entire world
for over a thousand imposing years
until Catholic Seville Cathedral
Europe finally completed in 1506
1402-1506 a century in building
history abounds in massive building faith
building faith erected to honour God
transition in building worship utilization
poem by Terence George Craddock
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