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

From where is the dread trumpet call
blown, and at the command of who?

“The sixth angel sounded his shofar,
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flower into life
paradise garden promises
green fingers plant
renewal Eden promises
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arrogance blasphemy
have but short term benefits
all are judged in eternity
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writing creating is art giving
music sculpture painting
all art creating is gift giving
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surreal
poems
mean...
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ah the boulangeries
iconic Parisian pastries
little rod baguettes
flaky flight croissants
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there is a trendy style
trend seekers follow styles
slaves to fashion styles
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my daughter for me you need not always be wise
rejoice in the beauty wisdom written in your soul
rejoice in the light of kindness written in your heart
know that in your father's heart in your father's soul
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when this world learns to make paradise out of ashes
then only then will there be hope equality for all humanity
when wars armies weapons are no more embrace paradise
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now is the hour to enjoy a morning shower
greatly anticipated is embrace of body soap
bite of cleansing cold water on waiting back
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