Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light) Poems

In cosmic celestial stillness
infusing frozen moments
stretching
into eternities unknown.
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I take up pen,
and my thoughts flow across
the surface of the page.
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We the wild roses
grow on the rambling vine.
Confront the question this poses
seed the way of the disciplined mind.
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On the 9th of August
my first waking thoughts will be of you.
While you lie softly sleeping
my best wishes, shall watch gently over you.
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Do you see my handwriting?
My hand is not beautiful.
Nor am I beautiful.
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Your
a nice
person
too
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the bigger
the house
the more space

filling filling filling
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Hollywood has lost the creative plot
mere remnant left of magical golden era
Hollywood sellout ideal is boom bang bang
little remains of famed flickering silver screen
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There are certain hungry commercial sharks
always swimming around offering.
A real good deal on a quick financial dip.
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We are human beings.
We are imperfect beings.

We need to aspire
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