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

We the wild roses
grow on the rambling vine.
Confront the question this poses
seed the way of the disciplined mind.
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Do you see my handwriting?
My hand is not beautiful.
Nor am I beautiful.
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Your
a nice
person
too
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On the 9th of August
my first waking thoughts will be of you.
While you lie softly sleeping
my best wishes, shall watch gently over you.
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the bigger
the house
the more space

filling filling filling
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Hollywood has lost the creative plot
mere remnant left of magical golden era
Hollywood sellout ideal is boom bang bang
little remains of famed flickering silver screen
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There are certain hungry commercial sharks
always swimming around offering.
A real good deal on a quick financial dip.
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True Love spoke in her beauty
to the harlot of a cheaper, boastful love.
Who felt superior in youthful abundance.
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Ode to my soulful Istanbul
mystic place where fermented
juices producing seasoned creative process.
Rich in diverse emotive experience
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Blackberry big bulky
sophisticated prestigious high tech
hi-tech cell phone hand phone
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