Spore Colours Spiral
wet-on-wet
oil painting
allows fevered
innovative
creation
conception
fast fix
choices
stretching
realities
speed seed
dormancy
stirs layers
germination
wet profusion
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Layers Of Wet Paint Applied
wet on wet paint on paint
layers of wet paint applied
to previous layered layers
technique requires rapid working
fevered fast compulsive genius painting
art in realms born in new mind expressions
art in realms born in space time multiversity visions
art work fever finished before first layers have dried
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Seed
Seed
Not perishable
Seed
The ultimate substratum
Of the whole creation.
You are the root cause
Of the entire creation.
You are all pervasive
And in all formed.
You are my seed
You are my root
You are with me
I'm in you.
O my seed
I have no
Other need.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Freedom
I dance in the shadows, away from my life
Circling my dreams, painting the atmosphere
Layers of realities smile their deception,
Come undone at my ancient presence
Memories slough away the cobwebs of ignorance
To hear my thoughts entwined with the rapture of a lone breeze
Drifting drunken, caressing petal-soft dreams and desires
Listening to the wind's stories; secrets on palm leaves
Silent again for a moment as I forget my center
Leaving behind all my sunrises
Waiting by the silver well
For a dropp of the Moon
Words sound their secret waterfalls
Falling eternal; water-language…
And water learns to talk, to soothe, to listen…
As I slake my thirst from forgotten moments
I walk in the mystique of early dawn
Wrapped in magic, kissed by enigma
My solo footfalls wake my every spirit
I'm back; on layers and layers of human zone…
poem by Bindu Vijayan
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Either/or
either you go
and run free like
a child bathing
naked under the rain
or you wear all your
underwears
and coats and masks
and you hide inside
your room and lock
all your windows
and doors
and disconnect
the electric current
from your doorbell
these are layers and
layers of choices
but whatever that is
that you pick from the rest
that is still poetry to me
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's the texture of New York that people miss by filming elsewhere. There are layers and layers of character - even in the pavement - that you can't get anywhere else. And the speed that the people move. It's so different from other places.
quote by Richard Benjamin
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The childhood friendship
A cycas plant and a coconut plant
Have shared the same nursery.
A mango seed and a banyan seed
Have shared the same germination bed.
They all went to grow severally.
Only the cycas and the mango
Enjoyed remembering their erstwhile
Companions, coconut and banyan.
04.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intense Hatred
Intense showers of creation,
By the One who matters,
Have been never evil to my soul,
Granting me a hatred of speed,
Of brotherhood and brilliant peace.
It cancelled me, that season called winter,
In winter it snowed of flakes of silver
But gold believes it now has a home
In the shadows of the sky
And the layers of the sea.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Mr. Speed
You need lovin', you're lookin' out for new romances
Yeah, it's true, you know you've got to take your chances
When i laugh, well baby don't you know you can cry
'cause you ain't enough lady, to keep the master satisfied, yeah
Well, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
They call me mr. speed
You try pleasin', but gettin' on your knees don't make it
You try teasin', but baby you can't even fake it, no
Made it clear, but baby you can't even see me
So stop those tears 'cause baby you can't even deceive, ah, ah
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Look out
Ow, i don't care
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Mr. speed
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast, that's why the ladies call me mr. speed
Mr. speed
Yeah, you know, i got the kind of lovin' that you need
The kind of lovin' that you need
I'm so fast
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The Seed
Just like a seed in the ground
I have no eyes to see around.
In this dark and wonderful place
I must wait for the light to face.
I am new life and I’m here to grow,
protected from the winds and snow.
In a short time my change has begun,
a milky substance I’ve now become.
My next change is to the blood of man,
and then to flesh as fast as I can.
A structure of bone is also taking place,
with organs, limbs, head and face.
I’m all curled up in my mother’s womb,
I’ve no memories, but I will have soon.
I’m secure and warm, and being fed,
but cannot talk, so nothing is said.
My body is growing and I’m stretching out,
a kick will tell mummy I’m moving about.
I’m getting too big for this confined space,
but it won’t belong before I show my face.
The light of day I’ll soon be pleased to see
and the realities of life will then face me,
but until that time I will listen and grow,
and look forward to when I cry out ‘hello’!
poem by Orlando Belo
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Love In Star Burst Breathes
with universal wonder
sail solar winds seed
love in star burst breathes
arching out spanning across
interstellar womb light space
dancing web cosmic stories
with universal wonder
embrace creation light seed
love into all life at light
speed too slow too slow seed
love into all life at thought
speed instant crosses solar systems
galaxy universe in an instant
in time crosses multi universes
in an instant of time love seeds
sent reach all receptive hearts
instantly love has no time to waste
sing bliss into multiple worlds
of life loving universal wonder
God is love love is transpermia life
love is life intergalactic thunder
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Born In Birth Universe
Where is first blessing
for this new young couple
for each new young couple?
These young souls
so blessed with love of life
in love of each other.
They await first blessing
blessing of new destined life
given God’s mystic purpose.
How God intrigues
us with this longing
internal wait for new life.
Where when is time
of this life born creation
moment of conception?
Original moment of creation
was born in birth universe
all souls preconceived in God.
Eternal love for awaited child
universal longing expressed
in God’s preconceived creation.
'The concept, time is infinite and undefined'
flows into many universal truths as creation
laws in divine purpose free will consequences.
All humanity all races all born children
are fortunate to receive unconditional
love as God’s blessing in karma choices.
Quotation from the poem ‘Where Is The Time? ’ by Rekha Sathya.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bill Clinton was in the line of great progressive presidents who faced the realities in his own time and applied innovative solutions to problems.
quote by Sidney Blumenthal
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Where?
My snowy eupatorium has dropped
Its silver threads of petals in the night;
No signal told its blossoming had stopped;
Its seed-films flutter silent, ghostly white:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, "Where?"
Beneath the glossy leaves of winter-green
Dead lilly-bells lie low, and in their place
A rounded disk of pearly pink is seen,
Which tells not of the lily's fragrant grace:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, "Where?"
This morning's sunrise does not show to me
Seed-film or fruit of my sweet yesterday;
Like falling flowers, to realms I cannot see
Its moments floated silently away:
No answer stirs the shining air,
As I ask, "Where?"
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Trouble Gets Double Treatment
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
When,
A thought process...
Accepts mediocrity achieved,
To be one's best.
And this,
Unconsciously...
Stirs the acceptance,
Of a restless nonsense.
Trouble gets...
Double treatment,
That...
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
YES!
Trouble gets,
Double treatment...
That,
Upsets.
Those,
Who protest...
Growth.
And,
Regrets...
A foolishness,
One...
Protects!
When,
A stretching ends.
A yawn begins.
When that stretching ends.
With taxes applied,
At the max!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This Sucks Ahahahahhahahahah
according to Sarah Bechara
“nature’s laws... (as) encoded God’s laws” sucks
“interlocking interrelated creation laws” sucks
“time space big bang conception secrets” sucks
according to Sarah Bechara
laws of nature laws of God are not creation beautified
laws of science creation are not harmonious beautified
time space big bang conception secrets wonder is denied
to such wonder Sarah says “this sucks ahahahahhahahahah.”
A reply to Sarah Bechara’s comment upon the poem ‘Science Creation In Harmony’ by Terence George Craddock.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Fevered Poem
So, whoever is ill, my dear friends
Don't let the fevered thoughts go away
Gather them to treat with proper words
To set them right in rhythm anyway
One, two, three...line by line as they stand
Refresh and fine-tune them to display
Beats from their hearts a harmonic band
No more febrile they..yet fevered they say
'A Fevered Poem' of their cordial chords
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Layers
Above are layers of atmosphere, stratosphere,
Below layers of topsoil, rock and clay,
People in layers rich and poor,
Cities built on top of cities, on top of cities.
Layers of thought conscious to unconscious,
Felt in layers asleep to awake,
In a dream of a dream, of a dream in a dream,
In a dream of a dream, in a dream.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Take A Pick For The Moment
we meet i only have one layer
we talk and i added another layer
we discuss and i added more layers
we dive to a certain depth and of course
i have to add more and more layers
so i may not drown
so i may not be too vulnerable to pressure
and when we come out of the water
our faces surfacing you do not recognize me anymore
i have layers and layers of myself
that even me
i cannot anymore recognize
the violence within
this turbulence of the self
this storm inside us
this layers and layers of selves
covering the truth
how can i ever uncover
what my depths cover from time to time
when you utter my name?
when you tell me that
i am myself.
there is no self.
There is no us.
There is no future.
I have only the past
and My now
Like a fruit basket
all fresh on top of your table.
Just take one
The apple perhaps.
And fill yourself.
For the moment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Layers And Layers
we meet i only have one layer
we talk and i added another layer
we discuss and i added more layers
we dive to a certain depth and of course
i have to add more and more layers
so i may not drown
so i may not be too vulnerable to pressure
and when we come out of the water
our faces surfacing you do not recognize me anymore
i have layers and layers of myself
that even me
i cannot anymore recognize
the violence within
this turbulence of the self
this storm inside us
this layers and layers of selves
covering the truth
how can i ever uncover
what my depths cover from time to time
when you utter my name?
when you tell me that
i am myself.
there is no self.
There is no us.
There is no future.
I have only the past
and My now
Like a fruit basket
all naked on top of your table.
Just take one
The apple perhaps.
And fill yourself.
For the moment.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Masters Portable Visionary Paintings
it was an innovative technique
new course for the masters
par for the course but not golf
a birdie eagle albatross condor
plus under par impossible ostrich
a hypothetical mythical phoenix
this was mother load technique
lightning creation flash exquisite
new wet-on-wet oil painting fever
masters revolutionary
utopia discovered
mid-1800s commercially
produced pigments
in ideal portable tubes
facilitated perfect rapid
on-the-spot painting
essentially anywhere
anytime capture creativity
potential for fluid energy
unleashed mastered exploited
in unique captivating ways
in application medium oil paints
impressionists like Claude Monet
Vincent van Gogh mad joy flows
realists like John Singer Sargent
Robert Henri and George Bellows
abstract expressionist de Kooning
images liquid energy moonlighting
poem by Terence George Craddock
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