Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
infamous poet James K Baxter attains
distilled depth in 'Pig Island Letters (2) '
but I believe an OE would have added
extra dimensions in maturity to James
K to other stay at home kiwi artists?
experience of living in other countries
cultures marrying into different mind
concepts thought altering transitions...
birth into a multicultural awareness
realization added artistic dimensions...
what is touchstone mythic New Zealand
poets ability to titillate pub audiences?
buzz rebels high-octane iconic prophets
personify rural kiwiana in adept strokes
rot old swanndri worn in wet bush tramps
pavlova chocolate fish pineapple lumps...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Technically you need the extra dimensions. At first people didn't like them too much, but they've got a big benefit, which is that the ability of string theory to describe all the elementary particles and their forces along with gravity depends on using the extra dimensions.
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The theory has to be interpreted that extra dimensions beyond the ordinary four dimensions the three spatial dimensions plus time are sufficiently small that they haven't been observed yet.
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Changing Dimensions Seen
Changing dimensions seen.
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
People sharing with a caring.
Changing dimensions seen.
And racists are considered sick.
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
A consciousness has been uplifted.
Changing dimensions seen.
And gone are all those flaws abhorred.
Changing dimensions seen.
Those bigoted with prejudice...
Find they've been dismissed and quick!
Changing dimensions seen.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
No retracting to step back.
Changing dimensions seen.
The past is gone and that's a fact.
Changing dimensions seen.
That peace resisted over-rules,
And those who cling to hate are fools.
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
And...
Changing dimensions seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The extra space
the poet when he attains maturity
in his works is a man distilled
by nature so that his verses
glitter like stars in the sky
his thoughts, his concepts
are a glassful of sparkling
vintage wine the years helped
decloak to reveal its
subtleties and finesse as it
waltzes off the loving warmth
of our tongue
the poet's evey move
will be scrutinised
by an audience who
the poet has helped unloosen
a button on the mind
so that now they think with
a new treasured space
the spectre of a plato and aristotle
confucius and rumi
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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As far as extra dimensions are concerned, very tiny extra dimensions wouldn't be perceived in everyday life, just as atoms aren't: we see many atoms together but we don't see atoms individually.
quote by Edward Witten
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To be conscious means not simply to be, but to be reported, known, to have awareness of one's being added to that being.
quote by William James
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Atrue Raod Is Not Manifested But Seen Through Experienced Wisdom In Time Of Democrative Wilderness
noises coming out of jealousy, autistic indifference and unacknowledged
and traumatic rudeness
a strayed dog in time of war and peace
a road to freedom leading to democrative moon is seen through
day and night.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
Hayley Westerna Sings Pokarekare Ana
as night tides
turn in ebb flow ink
satin kiwi soul
swims in kiwiana
so long since wore
kiwi swanndri green
hiking in native mystic
bush mountain home
no hype bake fake
lady gaga or baby baby bieber
inferior cheap commercial
soap opera dance routine
roam unseen ghost walker
steeped in distant continents
tropical diverse equator islands
seeks haunting native song home
Hayley Westerna
sings Pokarekare Ana
in sung native Maori lore
with English subtitles
foam mist siren words
of earliest childhood
flood in harmonic beauty
image scenes spectral home
music stirs magical melody
stirring die in cultural
moments eternal memory
in love mist home
gone far voyager
across siren seas
remember in battle
I fell far from home
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in May 2011 on the 6.5.2011.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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James Brown was one of the first artists who found four bars that he liked and played them the entire way through, and then he just added to it vocally.
quote by Brian Austin Green
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Dimensions Blending
Dimensions blending.
With a mind bending intending,
New beginnings.
Dimensions blending.
With a mind bending intending,
New beginnings.
And witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Dimensions blending.
With an ending of those limits,
Once defended.
Now seen suspended.
Limits departing.
Limits departing...
As dimensions once unmentioned,
Drop those chins!
And witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Limits departing.
Limits departing...
As dimensions once unmentioned,
Drop those chins!
Dimensions blending.
With a mind bending intending,
New beginnings.
And witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Limits departing.
And,
Witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Limits departing.
And,
Witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Dimensions blending.
And,
Witnessed are dimensions blending in!
Dimensions blending!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Artistic Emulation Or Concept Original?
instead of emulating the other
with regard to overseas style
get personal agenda individual
becoming prime part of other
true to your own
unique voice voices
within your styles
that soul define
you is desirable
learning to grasp
attain
inner vision
Katherine
Mansfield attained desirable
exquisite
writing
perceiving
authentic
New Zealand cultural
voice
contrasts
of differing
Europe
New Zealand
childhood seen
writ Katheryn
distilled attained
a heightened
hyper awareness
through thought
OE experiences
attained heightened
hyper awareness
through overseas
living experiences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bestowers Of Transformative Vision
pathos suffering passion
ripe within bodily experience
pathos of culture artistic expression
artists the 'I give birth to'
shape shifters people creators
bestowers of transformative vision
sentence seen is life vibration alteration
passionate in artistic creation expression
enrichers of web strand seekers beholders
artists hung upon vision quests
artists hung upon life beat heart beats
artists hung upon eyes burning in soul flame
artists historical now you see them now you don’t
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Paradigm Zone
There's nothing left to be said,
So let's leave it!
A consciousness missing,
Can not be knocked...
Into the head,
Of one whose thought process has stopped,
Been blocked, stiffled or dead!
A waste of time occurs instead!
If a shallowness is groomed...
Room for depthness
Has long been shed.
So even if those wishes are shown,
We must gather those feelings
Inside of us condoned.
And hopefully a thought to think
Will begin to sink
Into others left alone.
Merging are dimensions...
As an intention,
To grasp our attention.
Merging
Merging
Dimensions into one.
This spellbinding parallel
Of that which is unknown...
Merging into one dimension quick.
Breaking down our conditioned concepts...
In a paradigm zone that shifts.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To the Committee of the Cayley Portrait Fund
O wretched race of men, to space confined!
What honour can ye pay to him, whose mind
To that which lies beyond hath penetrated?
The symbols he bath formed shall sound his praise,
And lead him on through unimagined ways
To conquests new, in worlds not yet created.
First, ye Determinants! in ordered row
And massive column ranged, before him go,
To form a phalanx for his safe protection.
Ye powers of the nth roots of — 1!
Around his head in ceaseless cycles run,
As unembodied spirits of direction.
And you, ye undevelopable scrolls!
Above the host wave your emblazoned rolls,
Ruled for the record of his bright inventions.
Ye Cubic surfaces! by threes and nines
Draw round his camp your seven-and-twenty lines—
The seal of Solomon in three dimensions.
March on, symbolic host! with step sublime,
Up to the flaming bounds of Space and Time!
There pause, until by Dickenson depicted,
In two dimensions, we the form may trace
Of him whose soul, too large for vulgar space,
In n dimensions flourished unrestricted.
poem by James Clerk Maxwell
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Remembering Favourite Foods
last night we late cooked
an old time kiwi favourite
yes hot baked beans on
toast with a side of marmite
on toast to keep it company
sweet simple kiwi luxuary
can’t buy my favourite band
Watties Baked Beans legendary
settled for a can of Heinz yes
you guessed it baked beans
in hot tomato sauce with melted
cheese in hot baked beans mixed
I had Sanitarium kiwi Marmite
on toast another kiwi favourite
as my side dish winter dynamite
real kiwi boys palate to excite
it is simple home foods we miss
Sanitarium Weet-Bix favourite
New Zealand's No.1 breakfast
cereal loved by kiwi generations
milk over golden wheat biscuits
with a sprinkling of brown sugar
acquired taste Marmite spectacular
my beloved ETA salt and vinegar
potato chips can’t find here miss
Cadbury Crunchie Bar local star
milk chocolate over a honey comb
center a delicious treat by Cadbury
Brunswick Sardines in soybean
oil or spring water and Canadian
sockeye salmon other favourites
sacrifice living here I really miss
but for a real kiwi smile happy
Watties Baked Beans legendary
spaghetti or beloved baked beans
are my choice “it must be Watties”
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Transitions Descending
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind.
Transitions descending,
And with messages to us sent.
We are part of the Universe.
A transitional event,
That has us mentally spent.
Transitions descending,
And not subtle at all.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are not kept on pause to stall.
Transitions descending,
Affecting human minds.
These 'cosmic' transitions,
Are of a different kind...
Changing times we find.
Transitions descending...
And speeding up consciousness.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T
As we thought known and meant.
What was once thought to be...
AS IT IS,
ISN'T.
No it isn't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As of now, string theorists have no explanation of why there are three large dimensions as well as time, and the other dimensions are microscopic. Proposals about that have been all over the map.
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The older I get, the more I realize the importance of exercising the various dimensions of my body, soul, mind and heart. Taken together, these aspects give me a sense of wholeness. I want to be a whole human being rather than one who limps on one leg because I don't know how to use all of my parts. Intellectual, emotional, and physical activity are not separate entities. Rather, they are dimensions of the same human being.
quote by Robert Fulghum
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The poet's page
Like a band of beggars
Revealing to each other
Where to find the bread
Is the poets page
An open line
Where poets reveal what's
Inside their heads
A platform of
Artistic exchange
Where an accompany of poets
Express what should be said,
As the
Words seems to take on life
For they are poet read
Poets can feel one anothers pain
As well as relates to each
others shame
Emphasizing on a topic is
A poet's personal lane
Poets dvides the spoil
As they expand, due to
sharing their gain
This is partly my analogy
Of a poet's fame
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Happy Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Birthday is a day worthy of celebration
Of another added deliberation
That goes with graces
In the world of greatness.
Let people come and jubilate
For is a time to accumulate
And lost the pass mystery
To build a great ministry
That would never be minted.
I hear voices saying happy birthday
Radio playing happy great day
Full of song that sang
With a raising hand of a holiday
And a worship ground of a holy psalm
Listen! Listen! ! My dear
And celebrate with maturity
For and added year is and added responsibility
Happy Birthday.
poem by Adoo Tuadum
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