Terence George Craddock Poems

is it true do a power corrupt elite
really kill the prophets of peace
does rabid hate kill peace makers
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love kindness charity insist
it is better to rain blessings
upon people instead of bombs
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A few thoughts
defining justice
for the rich
and poor
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after the cyclone

wind blows hours violent
snapping trees like match sticks
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who is this poet happily distance running
through maze labyrinth landscape of mind
where mind poet thoughts are one...
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in the beginning the poet writes
a scattering of raindrop words
like a sprinkling of dew on a single
dark red rose bathed in moonlight
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sometimes I wonder about trees
not the diversified species of trees
not the staggering size leaf differentials of trees
not the vast climate environmental ranges of trees
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time drips drops away like water flowing in a water clock
nuclear microseconds split time into minute fractional figures
does wisdom of our ages anchor us set in concrete thoughts?
does wisdom of our ages anchor us drifting in ambiguous waters?
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all animals are aware sentient interact
with distance great immensities
within landscape territory they range
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dark storm clouds have death gathered
over Europe again a full scale war rages
in Ukraine again western media claim
Russia thought it would conquer Ukraine
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