Searches Creating Harmonic Beauty
your wishes
blessing already comes
true in the night
I write freely easily
poems sung not
sad but mystic joy
of life pulse renewing
cycling through changes
as soul spirit feelings
dreams inspirations
evolves into new hopes
dreams praising souls
appreciative devotions
to life all telling defining
true moral ethos values
uplifting minds ennobling
fellow souls in searches
creating harmonic beauty
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Moments Harmonic Creativity
hope to write
beautiful
meaningful
poems painted
into vibrant
neurons emotive
mysteries life
we vision friends
shall remain friends
when we need images
of creative art
to lift low ebb soul
we shall walk
through landscapes
of living paintings
enjoying familiar
to surprising scenes
which artistically
please sensory minds
delight
imaginative
symmetry
appreciation
in creation soul
paint not merely
for a moment
of harmonic
creativity
paint for all hearts
souls rise uplifted
in arms breath art
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hope Always To Write
'hope always to write more
not to be a good poet'
the words of my friend
Hosny Soliman defined
my thoughts perfectly
to write just a little more
to gift just a little more
to give just a little more
with no thought wasted
upon desire to write
a good poem a great poem
Splitting image from the poem ‘We Sing Our Love In Life Worships’ by Terence George Craddock.
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On Dreams
I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I suppose it doesn't happen very often anyway
After all it's a reward reserved for only the hardest of workers
That of which I surely cannot be
Yes, I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I suppose I'll get married and start a family
I'll tell my kids to reach for the stars
And never stop dreaming
Then I'll have a beer and sigh
And watch TV until I fall asleep
I should be thankful for what I have
But to be honest
I just don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
I really shouldn't let such thought cross my mind
Dreams can be dangerous
Dreams can turn into nightmares
I've seen what happens to the stars in Hollywood
I should consider myself lucky
Then again
When it comes down to it
I don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
But what dreams do I have?
Where do I begin?
I can't be a painter
I'll end up like Van Gogh
I can't be a poet
I'll end up like Kerouac
I can't be a journalist
I'll end up like Thompson
I can't be a writer
I'll end up like Hemingway
That's right
My dreams will surely be my undoing
What a blessing it will be to look back on a lifetime of sin
My face warm with nostalgia
Flipping through old photographs
As I wonder to myself how my life was saved
But
I can't stop the thought from searing my mind
I simply don't know what I'll do if my dreams don't come true
poem by C.S. Smith
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Poet's Soul
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
I read the poet's inner world.
Pulse beats louder, then duller,
And all my doubts are just hurled.
The sadness sometimes a kiss cover,
Then suddenly curled at my feet,
Giving the whole body a heat,
The warmth of a true lover.
Fever passes through nervous points,
Chill runs through the whole body,
I read the poet's souls in the poems,
And feel that the soul is haughty.
I delve into the words and their nature,
Understanding destroys the walls,
Now I would like to capture
The main idea and the poems calls.
I read and my joy is in full swing,
My own soul gets the wings,
I am ready to fly with the singer,
Like me the poet is a swinger.
I am with that one who dared
To plunge into the holy spring naked,
I am with that one who shared
An inspiration and was not faked.
I read the poet's souls in the poems.
But do I read the souls of reality or dream?
Let's deem that no one here and there lies,
And the law of poetry is always precise.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 4th of April,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Allure Love Painted
painting and poetry
are visual sensory
mind image overlays
of allure love painted
written through time
love shapes
through miracle
imagination
to define love
gifted joyfully
to tragic love
expressing dark loss
but always we mix
pigment paint emotions
into life canvas
of life choosing
either spectral
images or images
receptive of light
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mind Song Whale Song Sung
poetic thoughts passed
through me part of mind
song whale song sung
through huge oceans
throughout this world
through water world
oceans are like God’s tears
cried through love of us
love creations slaughtered
as you hunt us down kill us
delight in seas red harvest blood
feast upon our sacrifice flesh
until then we sing mind songs
in love life swimming oceans
in light near surface or darkness
found in pressure ocean depths
all is same one in love life waters
we sing our love in life worships
Splitting image from the poem ‘We Sing Our Love In Life Worships’ by Terence George Craddock.
Dedicated to the painter poet Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Is True Beauty
Adoring, this is true beauty
Caring, this is true beauty
Passionate, this is true beauty
flawless, this is true beauty
Always there, this is true beauty
Friend in need.this is true beauty
Friend indeed, this is true beauty
dazzling smiles, this is true beauty
spirit as of a warrior, this is true beauty
servant hood, this is true beauty
I can win attitude, this is true beauty
Eyes as lovely as a dove
poem by Blessing Ekpe
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Worn By The Heart
The poet’s leavings
each piece like a jewel,
must be seen
through the focus
of its heart’s vibrations.
Present poet’s leavings
each piece a rough jewel,
must be soul defined seen
through refracted focus
of jewel heart’s vibrations.
Arranged in
finely worked setting
which enfolds,
embracing
craft beauties’ purpose.
Too few appreciate
filigree light within
or hidden beauty
defining a fatal flaw.
Thoughts descend from ether
like golden rays of a rich red sun.
A glass jar cannot contain thoughts.
Poems are traced like
illusive flight of butterflies
on a bright summer’s day.
Impossible to hold
imprisoned within mind.
So many danced
on the edge of thought.
If not captured immediately
in the net of pages
poems are gone forever.
Poems cease to flutter
in a fleeting moment
so ephemeral passing
their way in freedom.
At moment poems
touched poet’s soul
poems were mine,
flattened crumpled spirit
rose again to shine.
Life does
not always free
poverty’s poor
time for capture.
Yet true poets
mourn not the fact
thoughts fade,
beyond reach forever.
Thoughts appreciated
for wondrous revelations
above surface symbol,
worn on hearts of gentle souls,
not as bodily adornments.
Displaying coveted wealth.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet # 20
Thy velvet hair shines like the purest gold
Youe soft liquid eyes be a joy to see
Thy beauty is like a priceless portrait
You are the inspiration this poet would ever need
To write a thousand words upon a thousand lines
Flowing verse in a romantic theme
All dedicated to the thought of you
From a passion you brought to life in me
What dreams could be when one thinks of thee
Maybe? romance fill'd fairy tales
Where true love would always reign supreme
And a knight's love for thee would never fail
Though I have only seen thee but twice
Thy beauty twas enough to enflame my soul to write
poem by John A. Hancock
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When You Wish Upon A Star
dreams come true (dreams come true)
dreams come true (oh oh, oh yeah)
dreams come true (na, na na, na na)
they do (they do)
when you (when you)...
When you wish upon a star, (a star,) makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you (it will come to you)
If your heart is in your dreams, (your dreams) no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do (ooh ooh).
(Oh, Fate is...is kind...)Fate is kind, she brings (she brings) to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
(oh oh oh. like...) Like a boat out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(and they don't stop) dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(make a wish and) dreams come, (your dreams...) dreams come, (your dreams come...) dreams come true
song performed by by N Sync
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Young Fellow My Lad
"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
On this glittering morn of May?"
"I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
They're looking for men, they say."
"But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;
You aren't obliged to go."
"I'm seventeen and a quarter, Dad,
And ever so strong, you know."
* * * *
"So you're off to France, Young Fellow My Lad,
And you're looking so fit and bright."
"I'm terribly sorry to leave you, Dad,
But I feel that I'm doing right."
"God bless you and keep you, Young Fellow My Lad,
You're all of my life, you know."
"Don't worry. I'll soon be back, dear Dad,
And I'm awfully proud to go."
* * * *
"Why don't you write, Young Fellow My Lad?
I watch for the post each day;
And I miss you so, and I'm awfully sad,
And it's months since you went away.
And I've had the fire in the parlour lit,
And I'm keeping it burning bright
Till my boy comes home; and here I sit
Into the quiet night.
* * * *
"What is the matter, Young Fellow My Lad?
No letter again to-day.
Why did the postman look so sad,
And sigh as he turned away?
I hear them tell that we've gained new ground,
But a terrible price we've paid:
God grant, my boy, that you're safe and sound;
But oh I'm afraid, afraid."
* * * *
"They've told me the truth, Young Fellow My Lad:
You'll never come back again:
(Oh God! the dreams and the dreams I've had,
and the hopes I've nursed in vain!)
For you passed in the night, Young Fellow My Lad,
And you proved in the cruel test
Of the screaming shell and the battle hell
That my boy was one of the best.
"So you'll live, you'll live, Young Fellow My Lad,
In the gleam of the evening star,
In the wood-note wild and the laugh of the child,
In all sweet things that are.
And you'll never die, my wonderful boy,
While life is noble and true;
For all our beauty and hope and joy
We will owe to our lads like you."
poem by Robert William Service
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When Dreams Don't Come True
One day I woke up
Everything was messed up
Somehow I wish I could fix it
But that's a dream that will never come true
When dreams don't come true
When you cry
In the night
You wish someone was there
But no one comes
When you're down
On the ground
You wish someone was there
To tell the truth and care for you
When dreams don't come true
Today was the worst day
That ever happened to me
Someone once asked me
How has your day been
Then I said
I think my life will end today
When you cry
In the night
You wish someone was there
But no one comes
When you're down
On the ground
You wish someone was there
To tell the truth and care for you
When dreams don't come true
When dreams don't come true
When dreams don't come true
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Time Filled With More New Painting
time filled
with more new painting
is time well spent
life is flavoured
savoured best with art
in flux creation
to embrace life lust
amour to live
in love arms of art
Dedicated to my friend, the artist Hosney Soliman.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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(Remember poems) Remember the task of the poet remember poets
Your romantic poems
Will gladden hearts
And heal hearts
Your epic poems
Will fill minds
With wonder
And amazement
Your religious poems
Will cleanse spirits
And give hope will provide
Them with reason why they're here
Your poems
Will save souls
And comfort abused souls
The world needs your poems
You need the world's poems
It's a win win situation
We learn from each other
And learning we enrich
The spirit and the soul
It's a win win situation
All the way to self improvement
The closest to God we can come
Brothers
We cannot lose
Sisters
We dare not lose
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Poet, Write Well
- Young poet write
Of the harshness of life, the angst, the melancholy and disappointments
But use care with hate,
For if too much is spilled on paper,
Soon it becomes your own human trait:
There's many a page
Filled with a poets rage,
While words fresh and fair
Are so utterly rare -
Thus the true poetic mind
Must stretch to find
Grace, Beauty and Serenity
In phrases bound for infinity -
Our souls are poems
That forever live on and on,
So write them well
With the fire of love always burning brighter
than the dread bitterness of hell.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Its Only Make Believe
(twitty / nance)
My one and only prayer is that some day youll care
My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you
No one will ever know how much I love you so
My only prayer will be some day youll care for me
But its only make believe
My hopes, my dreams come true, my life I give for you
My heart, a wedding ring, my all, my everything
My heart I cant control, you ruin my very soul
My hopes, my prayers, my schemes
You are my everything, but its only make believe
Break
My one and only prayer is that some day youll care
My hopes, my dreams come true, my one and only you
No one will ever know how much I love you so
My only prayer will be some day youll care for me
But its only make believe
song performed by by Hollies
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What's In Your Heart
True beauty is in the way she laughs
True beauty is in her eyes
True beauty is how she acts
True beauty is inside
True beauty is unseen
True beauty is only felt
True beauty is not mean
True beauty is herself
True beauty can't be cruel
True beauty is bare
True beauty lies within you
True beauty is always there
True Beauty can't be covered with makeup
True beauty means true love
True beauty can't be baked up
True beauty is the flight of a dove
True beauty has no flaws
For True beauty is all that matters after all
poem by Ricky Baker
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Childhood Dreams
Said the little Boy to the little Girl
“When I grow up, I’ll be King of the world,
A cowboy, a fireman, the singer in a band,
A scientist or the greatest ball player in the land.”
He never said to his childhood friend
“I’ll be a junkie in the end-
I’ll watch as the dope steals my job and my wife
My self-respect, my children, and eventually, my life.”
That little Boy had plans and dreams
That weren’t about falling apart at the seams.
Said the little Girl to the little Boy
“When I grow up I’ll bring such joy,
I’ll write a song or maybe a book,
I’ll be a model, a mother, a teacher, a cook.”
She never thought in a million years
“I’ll end up a crackhead who has cried all her tears
Whose only wish is another hit,
Who’s lost her soul and herself to it.”
That little girl had dreams in her head-
She never thought she’d be walking dead.
The Moral of this story sad but true
Is that these things could happen to you
Or me, or anyone, it seems, who forgets
Their smaller self and their childhood dreams,
The hungry ghosts with their tortured eyes
Got caught up in their webs of lies.
They lost their dreams, abandoned hope,
And sold their souls to the gods of dope.
But dreams of childhood can always renew-
And mend the hurts life puts us through;
Let Go, Let God(ess) take your pain,
And Change and make you Whole again.
Let Great Spirit open up your eyes
And tell you truths, not twisted lies.
Let Peace Begin inside of you-
The Peace of God which will make you new.
Let Mother guide you as you go,
And learn from watching the river flow.
If you will do these simple things
You’ll remember your Childhood Dreams.
poem by Vicki Ellis
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Written on the Wang River Scroll
No urge now to write poems.
Old age is my companion.
In error they made me a poet in a past life.
Some lost existence had me as a painter.
Unable to get rid of ingrained habits,
The world has come to know me by them.
My name, my style, they may grasp, it’s true.
But my mind and heart they’ll never know.
poem by Wang Wei
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