Surgical Separation
Return
at abrogated last
left
twilight trophy Turkey
meagre memories
safely stored
between thin
protective plastic pages.
All permissible
total retrievable
removable
taken
from repudiated
heart zone
rendezvous
timed out Turkey.
Where
yearning youth
aspirations
are beauty
bled
broken
bound
abandoned.
Disseminate
upon Globe
shake shellshot shoulders
soul severed
suffer amputated liaision.
Filigree fragile finesse strands
snap shut between thin
clear plastic pages.
Safe sanitated
separation
sustains stains
seminal seminary.
Lifeblood bled bleaches
tantalized terminated
fetish felon disembodied
mink minx mistress mitigated.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in October 1995 on the 25&28.10.1995.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Turkish Heritage Sold?
Return
at abrogated last
left
twilight mystic Turkey
meagre memories
safely stored
sealed within synthetic
protective plastic pages.
All permissible
total retrievable
removable
taken from Turkey
where youth
beauty are compulsory
male bled militarily
bound broken abandoned not.
Individual lack
lustre lifeblood
languishes
droops despoiled
dreams dribble
sucked dry savings
short-changed
devalue dynamic destiny.
Wonder withers worthless
people perish politically pulverized.
But Turkish Heritage rallies
national pride overcomes aggression.
It will be president democratic
who sells out to multinational corporations.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Turkish Heritage Departing
To return at last from Turkey
with my memories safely stored
between thin clear plastic pages.
This is all I want from Turkey
where youth and beauty are bled
lifeblood devalues faster than wages.
This is all I take from Turkey
where youth and beauty were bet
and currency falls faster than wages.
To return at last from Turkey.
It is 1991 the Gulf War is done.
Oil oils profit wars under desert sun.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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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’.
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Plastic Passion
Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the ladies lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh it's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
It's a plastic passion
song performed by by Cure
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Eternal Imagination
Art is my essence.
Art is my opium.
Cannot deny coveted
alluring caress... yet live.
Heart beats
vigorously
fervour only
in moments
bequeathing ardour.
Passions
inflaming youth
stirred
white hot
have never
abated fled
sated not yet
feeling intense
weeping billions
of cognizant
quivering wounds
belatedly bled
quivering bled.
Eternal Imagination
Task Mistress
In A World Of Unlike Souls
Signals Damaging Distress.
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Changes Scare Flesh Mind
changes scare flesh mind
of those I knew as children
some choke on bitter pill ripe age
rebelling at this betrayal flesh
fighting plastic preservation
grace is mine in peace mind
storms of youth thought golden
satisfaction reigns life source pages
soul wealth wisdom works flesh
exaltation perceives salvation
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Destiny Life Leaf Pages
manuscripts we all life write
destiny life leaf pages
some leave empty pages white
others shimmer reflecting light
some smear pages with dirt
record chaos rip rub out hurt
how shall we fill manuscript pages...
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Every Turkey
Every Turkey wants to be a cow.
If they had it their way right now.
Every Turkey should immediately hide.
They should not ask a stranger for a ride.
Every Turkey should not give up a fight.
When the farmer trys to hold them tight.
Every Turkey should run real fast.
All of them are competing to be the very last.
Every Turkey should make a lot of noise.
So The farmers joy can't be immense.
Every turkey wishes you were a vegetarian.
Us turkey lovers are just not that mean.
Every Turkey is not able to say Happy Thanksgiving.
They are all to busy giving.
We all say thanks to God for their giving.
Who knows what a new year might bring.
Birth Images Etched Into Conscious Beings
thoughts are instant born
upon pages of mind art
gifted onto screens of life
painted into love joy swift
images knowing create
beauty in mind refreshes
as art embraces skill art
in appreciation we shall paint
together write birth images
etched into conscious beings
Original complete version of the poems ‘Pages Of Mind Art’, ‘Beauty In Mind Refreshes’ and ‘In Appreciation We Shall Paint’ by Terence George Craddock.
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Plastic
You got a plastic name and a plastic heart
You can play the game or you'll never start
I'm talkin' to you
You got a plastic house and a plastic fence
Gotta look around or you'll lose your friends
Am I gettin' through?
You got a plastic girl in a plastic bed
And she's in your house made of gingerbread
And you're in there too
Got a plastic smile on a plastic face
But it's underneath that you can't erase
But what can you do-do-do?
[CHORUS:]
Say Love-it's not that hard after all
(tell me what I want
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Alanis
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Flight At Kitty Hawk
assumes new dimensions
aeronautical aspirations
tiny dreams flowers seeds
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in May 2011 on the 4.5.2011
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Plastic Man
A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think hes helpful and hes sweet,
cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.
Hes got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.
Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man dont feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He cant disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).
Hes got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(yeah, hes plastic man)
Hes got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)
Plastic man (plastic man).
song performed by by Kinks
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Statue’s Source
Ataturk was wonderful.
Ataturk was great.
Yet if Ataturk
was so wonderful?
Why did he drink raki
every night so late?
If he had been a
Winston Churchill?
He might have partaken
of brandy and cigars?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Mustafa Kemal Ataturk (1881-1938) was a soldier, statesman, reformer, founder and first president (1923-1938) of the Republic of Turkey. He was given the name Ataturk (‘Father of Turks’) by the National Assembly in 1934.
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Tune In
pulse transmit send
time radio waves
era age capsules
space signal bound
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 on the 23.9.2010.
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Life’s Gateway
Those who – find no beauty.
Within life’s pages. Have lost...
Gateway lies beckoning open...
a simple smile can be a welcome token.
Those who pursue – yet find no beauty
within life’s manifold pages. Have lost multiplicity.
All beauty within – breast filled soul.
Milk of life swells to inspire not to console.
In stewing vulnerable void – goodness flees
sadly encroaching emptiness blackness dwell.
Gateway soul-sucking vortex demon seed lies
onward wayward beckons despair embracing hell.
Those who failing - find no beauty.
Have lost sanctified plot – perceive not immortality.
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A Child’s Toy
a whirl of sunshine and cup of blue
within a single line of poetry
our world becomes a spinning top
First prime line written by Miroslava Odalovic.
Title, second and third lines written by Terence George Craddock
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Soul Mind Body Merge
most needful
recent poems
were written
in released lines
encompassing
soul mind
body merge
of two lovers
never needing
words to
define their
souls meetings
never expressed
for needs of
strangers not
knowing their minds
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to Adel, my shadow soul, in love and friendship.
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Syrian Civil War Blood Shed Radical
Syria
has no
decades
long economic
prosperity stability
to fall back on?
instability
in Syria
impacts
on Jordan
Iraq Turkey
Lebanon?
Syria
has heated
up Syrian
Israeli border tensions
since October in an attempt
at unification against
a common
traditional enemy?
but far too
much Syrian
civil war blood
has been shed
now contemporary
President of Turkey
Arab praise rising
on hate
Israeli rhetoric
agenda?
shares an old Israeli
misfortune Syrian shells
cross Turkish borders
and Israeli borders
cheer up worried Turkey
you have it easy?
hundreds of Palestinian
missiles kill not your citizens
relax safe within borders?
Israel suffers 12 years
of yearly 1000 rockets
slamming into her cities?
Britain America Turkey
would not suffer 12 days
12 hours of such attacks?
but beware the Syrian
National Council SNC enjoys
strong Turkish support?
dominated by Sunni Islamists
members of the Free Syrian Army
have begun to receive training?
from prominent
radical Islamists
like dangerous
Belhaj commander
of Tripoli Military
Council in Libya?
Belhadj with 'close relationships'
with al-Qaeda leaders specifically
cite Taliban chief Mullah Omar?
based in Jalalabad
Belhadj is alleged
to have run financed?
training camps
for Arab mujahideen fighters
be careful Turkey?
such warriors
supporting Islamic wars
support do not
sectarian republics
can cross so easily can
Turk Syrian borders?
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The Memory Place
Shelves tower over me; crowed with bound pages
of events, people, places, ideas.
Of memories.
Of captured feelings pressed like flowers between the pages;
for people to be inspired by someone else's words.
My eyes caress the titles printed on bright spines
as I run my fingers across
what holds the memories together.
I pick up a book, turning yellowed pages,
the scent of gentle time traveling to my nose.
I close my eyes and smile:
it brings back memories of my own,
but these pages are not for me.
I put back the soft bundle of pages
and continued to search in the Memory Place
until I find my own belonging among the words.
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Plastic
Oh a little bitty termite you know he come knockin' knockin' on my front door
Well he walked right in sat right down started chewin' on the kitchen floor
You know he chewed out the walls and the ceilings and the halls Lord knows he tried
But he kept gettin' thinner and he never got no dinner and finally he sat up and cried
He said it's plastic yeah he said it's plastic
Well you know it ain't no wood and it can't do me no good
Because it's plastic he said it's plastic
You know that everything's gonna be plastic by and by
Yeah an early one day in the month of May I went down to the beach
You know there were beauties and cuties in little bathin' suities
And all of them within my reach
Then a 38-24-36 miss just happened to be passin' my way
I said please don't think I'm nervy but you look so very curvy
Please tell me how you got that way
She said it's plastic she said it's just plastic
She said it's pretty as can be but you know that it ain't me
Because it's plastic she said it's plastic everything's gonna be plastic by and by
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