Your Simply The Best: Clay To Porcelain Furnace Glaze
as a hungry baby I will need many oysters
to feed you upon pearls of wisdom choices
neither angel nor saint we animate clay models
little gods in mud we were made for transcendence
kiln fired watertight colouration fixed shiny figurines
Inspired by the poem ‘Confession’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Poem Is Made Of Faces
The beautiful ones that pass me by
I can hear them talk I can see them smile
And now I know no one ever dies
This poem is made of handprints
Each unique web if human lines
I can see them sealing transcendence writs
And now I know no one ever dies
This poem is made of lips
Faithful to the words soul spoken signs
I can see them vanish within a kiss
And now I know no one ever dies
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
Ragged and dusty like the roads it took
It sounded apeace like a church and its bell
And the highest steeple that can take a look
Into the sky with never the same clouds
The most secret fourth element of blue
To put the thought into golden moulds
Of a faith and a dream of both me and you
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
The stones stood still by the burden doors
Perceptions closed divorced heaven from hell
And all tribes rose in ancient folk lores
Into the sky with never the same limits
Reaching beyond a fragile countenance
With numberless marbles in colourful digits
Counting the time of final transcendence
In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
Its robes on fire plague purified paid
For none of its edges could ever tell
An endless faith love and hope there laid
To dawn upon the doom of a clay made hand
Shaping the lines destiny led paths
Too blind to travel too hard to understand
The burdens of life and its aftermath
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Your My Angel
Your My Angel Sent From Heaven Above..
Your My Every Breath That I Take..
Your My Every Reason For Living..
Your My Angel.. Your My Angel Baby
When God Brought You To Me... I Knew
My Life Would Feel Complete...
You Were Made For Me And I For You..
Your My Angel... Your My Angel Baby
Heaven Above Sent You - My Angel...
My Every Motovation... My Every Strenght..
Angel Baby... Your My Angel Baby
Gods Gift From The Heavens Above.
Your My Angel.. Your My Angel Baby
Your My... Your My Angel Baby...
Loving You Is A Dream Come True...
Holding You Tight... Just Feels Right
Your My... Your My... Your My Angel... Baby
Your My.. Your My Angel.. Baby
Loving You Just Feels So Right...
Your My... Your My
Angel Baby...
poem by Laura Eggebrecht
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Baby's got blue eyes
Baby's got blue eyes
Tomorrow I'll be blue as well
Baby-he's made out of lies
Tomorrow I'll have no colour to tell
Baby's got soft hands
Tomorrow he will tear me apart
Baby-I think he just pretends
Tomorrow he will break my heart
Baby's got sweet voice
Tomorrow much wiser I will be
Baby-he tells me to rejoice
Tomorrow there'll be no joy to see
Baby's got wings he wants to fly
Tomorrow I will have no nest
Baby-he sings my dreams to the sky
Tomorrow he'll leave me at our best
Baby he tells me love I mistrust
He tells me I should trust him more
But baby not to believe you I must
For baby-sweet darling- you've done that before
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Flesh given
Flesh given body driven
Worn out torn reborn
Bone sinking
Cluttering thinking
Clutched and strained
Endlessly clay refrained
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I'll rest on this sunbeam
I'll rest on this sunbeam for as long as I can
For it's the sunbeam made of human eyes
To see through the specters the truth seekers guides
Down the dust of centuries beauty stolen time
Bestowed in ashes sunbathed moved so far beyond
Fragile motes of wisdom knights and princess prisons
I need a single sky two wings some wind some blue
To feed these hungry eyes that look up there at you
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Orwell In Memoriam
Clay pigeons of the new religion
And Newspeak Newspeak little mice squeek.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Start the flight
Dwell within a broken bread
Warm and fragrant among your fingers
The sound of its crust cracking
Give the winged crumbs to the birds
Feed the world with yourself
Bitten by the hunger of the sky
Eaten by the restlessness of the body
Start the flight
©Miroslava Odalovic
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My dream is to fly
‘My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high’
If you have never touched an edge
Just don’t say nothing
Don’t make a pledge
To sky from earth too high for a birth
Reconciled you will be
In flights of memory
If you have never made a leap
Just don’t say nothing
And wings unspread
Don’t silence loop it’s no time to sleep
Awake wide open you will fly
Over an early rainbow so high
Inspired by Yves Larock, the opening quotation from Rise Up by Yves Larock
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Black Oysters
The rustic women dived,
And collected in the baskets
The black oysters feed
On the breast of muddy sands.
When boiled, the oysters
Opened their doors tightly closed,
To sooth with flesh delicious
The hungry stomachs boors owned.
When the oyster roast,
Served on star tables with spoon,
On to the crest of taste
The rich were taken.
Vitamin ‘E’ oozing
Black oysters
Stimulate pale withered nights
Into red hot throbbing.
Small fishes seen
Whispering the black oysters,
Dreams and pain,
Moist with river water.
Silent in the basket,
Grand black oysters
Open the tales wet,
Unknown to the humans.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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I Say Clay Oh
i say clay oh
dough sticky
flower white
turn to lotus
ripple flow
the river bed
no more to know
than a drop
of clay oh light
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Even Though I Plan To Cheat On The Astrologist
there's a foreboding of a life being too short
to spend on a daily mercy killing
of things that life is made of
©Miroslava Odalovic
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The Miracle Of Life In Conception
behold the miracle the wonder
captured 'a pure breath inspired'
walking radiant footsteps upon
surface of blue green clay ball
energies infused in life breath
'clayed whispered of the mind'
open to potential in life energy
open to beauty in noble hearts
inspiring warming heating cold
stone statue hearts into miracle
reborn life changes new energies
behind eyelashes opening wide
in clear vision sung in life song
singing harmonies in star crystal
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by and quoted lines from the poem ‘Energies’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A perfect match
Because
You’re good and I’m not
You earn and I spend
You’re silent and I talk
I do ‘could’ you do ‘ought’
I begin where you end
Because
You’re faithful and I’m full of doubts
You’re whole holy and I’m split divided
You always know all about your whereabouts
And I know nothing don’t want to be guided
Because
You’re an angel a guardian spirit
And I’m a passion flesh nothing can seal it
You-almost unreal too good to be true
And I can hardly ever be up to you
Because
You believe in duties and the tasks
And I like to tear off all the masks
You will always love me I will always love you
Just as all the worldwide perfect matches do
Enlighten me.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Feed Them!
Plenty of fertile land,
In every host and guest,
Plenty of much needed grains,
In every other country,
We have enough food to feed,
But People are hungry.
One billion in total,
Seven tenth of them in Asia,
People have no money,
People have no man created money,
They sleep in hungry,
People have no mint created coins,
To buy the food to evade pain,
To fill their acidic stomach,
Every six person on earth,
One person is skeletal,
With haunted look,
One hundredth of them,
In the developed world,
shame on the hypocrites,
who hold back and destroy the food.
Gods of human, Feed them.
Gods of heaven, Feed them.
Gods of hell, Feed them.
Singular God of the desert,
Please feed them.
with the food to the poor
and the knowledge to the ignorant,
who are recalcitrant in nature,
selling the Gods to human.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Wavelets Of Light
enlightened darkness an embryo upon the horizon
is the birth of light the breath
taking dawn with possibilities waking
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘You just have to go out’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Language/Jezik
Is like a bad detective always a way behind a good criminal.
Jezik je kao los detektiv uvijek u zaostatku za dobrim kriminalcem.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Dream extreme fantasy
Dare a say a ride
Dream extreme virtual waves
Windswept on so high a tide
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Men/Muskarci
Men are like mine field I get killed each time.
Muskarci su kao minsko polje svaki put poginem.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Contemporary knowledge
Contemporary knowledge is perfectly categorized in drawers.
Savremeno znanje je savrseno kategorizovano u ladicama.
©Miroslava Odalovic
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