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

HAPPY it was a word
I often thought of.
A sensation
I very seldom knew.
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Who are the strong ones?
I am far stronger
than you choose to be.
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Life choices firmly fatally made...
the legendary quick and the dead.
Who will be fabled gunslingers...
stepping out at stake out Ok Curial?
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you live in lies
fabrications
delusion
denial
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Poetry Societies
cherish their chosen
poet with such passionate
fervour ardent intensity
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What call for prayer,
there is oft no time
or thought for prayer
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I believe
in you
I have believed
in you
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Jarl (Old English eorl Earl) ‘a man of noble birth’; hence used as the title of hereditary Norse and Danish chieftains; later, of the royal liege-man next in rank to the king whom they followed. An old Norse and Danish chieftain or under-king.

Remember chill child channelling infamous ice,
listening intently as if awaiting what;
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the tragedy
of many adults
lies in the killing
off of too many
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Standing upon a strange world
on a disesteemed
mountainous mound
all alone... self-deified.
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