Terence George Craddock Poems

wake to read
a witty happy
wonderful
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my mother used to hope or pray it would rain at night
so guests would be blessed with the sound peace of rain
rain on tin roof soft sound spitting or solid drumming
mystical soul soothing thrilling is night rain on a tin roof
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a simple frail reed seems
to lack strength character
blown by every breeze storm
wind violent breathless laid flat
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who will till the soil patient plant the vines
who will season gather come harvest the grapes
who will harvest at peak rich sun ripe flavour
who will pick off with tender care stems leaves
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peel back the layers like peeling the flesh off a grape
peeling back the veil, after shaking off the dust of ages
peeling back the layers flesh of past forgotten lives
feel the flesh the pulp the veins pulsating with invincible blood
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the desert
the desert
has no roads
only destinations
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anxiety attacks phobia fear myths
time time second seconds intensity increasing
often taking 10 long minutes to reach peaks
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the single fir-tree solitary grows windswept lonely
upon a mountain height stood out against the light
in winter storms severe sleeps in a blanket of white
looks cool draped in snow ice cloaked in a winter coat;
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poetic words lines
are a constant incessant
mind space invasion
plaguing prey poets
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words to meditate upon
time to sit and stillness listen
to peace paused between spaces
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