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

times of transition
are painful difficult
saying too much
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If I could
I would
Claim
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sound of laughter
a happy child
a beautiful sound
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your not experienced
enough to work
to be your own self
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nature and our planet
are special sacred holy
the life blood of all earth life...
when nature struggles humanity
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while cherishing variety
thy pen the origin becomes
inspiration is for several
simple poems I deeply love
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Remember a time
when all of desire.
Was to lay beside.
During long quiet
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I do not have a dream space
as do other people I know.

My dream space
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A shoulder that once
supported weight.
Sheltered a lover’s head.
Now forsaken
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When I be dead me dearest
turn me bone to ash.

Bank up ye heat... stoke furnace
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