Terence George Craddock Poems

the grim reaper smiled
put his hand on my shoulder
but I did not feel colder
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love kindness charity insist
it is better to rain blessings
upon people instead of bombs
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is it true do a power corrupt elite
really kill the prophets of peace
does rabid hate kill peace makers
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the noticed must stand out
the noticed will have qualities
that guarantee they are noticed
the more exceptional these qualities
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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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when the pen falls silent
when words are writ no more

it is a solemn weeping time
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A few thoughts
defining justice

for born rich justice
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