Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Write Speak The Word


comments like imagine
that a grown man woman,
sits around writing poetry
all day biblically bites;

each should be working in a factory
on absolute minimum wage,
everyone should work in a factory
a Richie Rich analysis cage;

God casts storms in front of Jonah
swallows his escape route planned,
miraculously in a large fish bound
because prophet ran from his duty;

his God given duty to spread verse word
seed cast not wasted among flocks of birds,
God showed complete patience compassion
but God insists servants preach his word;


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Friday, July 02, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, October 26, 2011

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