Submissions by cooky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 6:07pm
8th Jan 2012 6:07pm
A Wishing Well Love
I sit here all alone
The snow melting on my face,
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
Of my first love
It was here, that barmy night
She tripped in fun, amongst the leaves.
She breathed a smile,
Took my hand,
And softly seduced me with a kiss
A secret wish comes true.
We made love that summer evening,
By the river, under the willow
Watched by a lover’s moon,
Hidden from View
Stared at the stars with our wishing well,
We dreamed of love and silly things,
Two hearts, inhibition to the wind,
Our souls locked in...
The snow melting on my face,
A falling leaf sheds a memory,
Of my first love
It was here, that barmy night
She tripped in fun, amongst the leaves.
She breathed a smile,
Took my hand,
And softly seduced me with a kiss
A secret wish comes true.
We made love that summer evening,
By the river, under the willow
Watched by a lover’s moon,
Hidden from View
Stared at the stars with our wishing well,
We dreamed of love and silly things,
Two hearts, inhibition to the wind,
Our souls locked in...
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 6:03pm
8th Jan 2012 6:03pm
An English Love
Not a rose, or a lily,
But a buttercup
Languishing in a field of gold,
In some English meadow
Waiting to give herself to him.
That boy with the impetuous smile
And the eyes of Perseus,
That hides a spirit more
Delicate than any poet’s heart.
But not from her,
Like the chalk streams of England, giving birth to the May fly
Every day is our love, our lifetime,
I celebrate the nightingale, and the wren,
For their song is our song,
Our home, this England, this love,
This place where the swallows fly their dance of love,...
But a buttercup
Languishing in a field of gold,
In some English meadow
Waiting to give herself to him.
That boy with the impetuous smile
And the eyes of Perseus,
That hides a spirit more
Delicate than any poet’s heart.
But not from her,
Like the chalk streams of England, giving birth to the May fly
Every day is our love, our lifetime,
I celebrate the nightingale, and the wren,
For their song is our song,
Our home, this England, this love,
This place where the swallows fly their dance of love,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 10:38pm
7th Jan 2012 10:38pm
Granddads Secret Love
The day I saw you drenched in mornings sunlight,
Smelling the blossom on ball gown bushes,
For a brief moment you were young once again
I caught your eye, and memories flooded back
A strange romantic notion caught me
Like a bird who has spent his life in a cage
Suddenly freed, yet this cage I fear to abandon
But silent love is noble, and I have taken a life time to know this
For I have spent my life lingering in the darkness between the stars
But now I can look beyond our age
For we are two well worn shoes,
Comfortable and secretly loved...
Smelling the blossom on ball gown bushes,
For a brief moment you were young once again
I caught your eye, and memories flooded back
A strange romantic notion caught me
Like a bird who has spent his life in a cage
Suddenly freed, yet this cage I fear to abandon
But silent love is noble, and I have taken a life time to know this
For I have spent my life lingering in the darkness between the stars
But now I can look beyond our age
For we are two well worn shoes,
Comfortable and secretly loved...
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Jan 2012 3:14pm
7th Jan 2012 3:14pm
An Epic Woman
Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my kin is that of Beowulf and Lancelot,
Dragon slayers, so command me.
I am woman I need no gesture, for wisdom lies in
Raindrops hung out to dry on silken cobwebs.
And in the beggar who is happy, while his king sleeps in fear
My kin has blessed me with a rare beauty,
For my reflection rivals that of the queen Of Sheba
My thoughts are entwined with the warrior...
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my kin is that of Beowulf and Lancelot,
Dragon slayers, so command me.
I am woman I need no gesture, for wisdom lies in
Raindrops hung out to dry on silken cobwebs.
And in the beggar who is happy, while his king sleeps in fear
My kin has blessed me with a rare beauty,
For my reflection rivals that of the queen Of Sheba
My thoughts are entwined with the warrior...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 4:42pm
6th Jan 2012 4:42pm
The Letter
Dear Marlene………
Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.
Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools
It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.
When...
Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.
Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools
It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.
When...
#memorial
#historical
#admiration
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2012 4:35pm
6th Jan 2012 4:35pm
Harry
(Humbly dedicated to the last veterans of World War One)
He stares through the window
In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him.
His last duty, to open a door in his mind
Of memories torn from 1917, where he left,
Jack Fred and Bert, Pals forever
A moment singled out from a thousand days of torment
Bully Beef, Baccy and sweet tea in the Morning
A pair of socks from a loved one,
And friendship forged in the baptism of War.
These were his treasures, His only relief
Then the guns of Britannia, manufacturing widows by...
He stares through the window
In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him.
His last duty, to open a door in his mind
Of memories torn from 1917, where he left,
Jack Fred and Bert, Pals forever
A moment singled out from a thousand days of torment
Bully Beef, Baccy and sweet tea in the Morning
A pair of socks from a loved one,
And friendship forged in the baptism of War.
These were his treasures, His only relief
Then the guns of Britannia, manufacturing widows by...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 7:05pm
5th Jan 2012 7:05pm
A Tree grows in Avignon
Planted by a Soldiers hand,
She slept, while Europe blazed.
Bore silence through winters cull
Captured in darkness, there to laze
Amongst the ruins of Avignon
Freed by the spring
Guarded by the sun
Born in thunders drench
A seedling of hope for Avignon
Gave witness to unjust death
Found her strength in summer’s breath
Drank the blood of murders shame
Grew fertile, her innocence to bear
Seduced by the bees of Avignon
Gave birth, to temptation
Casting forth her gift
Amongst the ruins
While Children played, in her...
She slept, while Europe blazed.
Bore silence through winters cull
Captured in darkness, there to laze
Amongst the ruins of Avignon
Freed by the spring
Guarded by the sun
Born in thunders drench
A seedling of hope for Avignon
Gave witness to unjust death
Found her strength in summer’s breath
Drank the blood of murders shame
Grew fertile, her innocence to bear
Seduced by the bees of Avignon
Gave birth, to temptation
Casting forth her gift
Amongst the ruins
While Children played, in her...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2012 7:02pm
5th Jan 2012 7:02pm
Bombers Moon
Making love to my demons
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon of angels,
Who bargain their souls for my redemption?
Empowered by a nation,
Glorified by heroes departed
My life sanctified by religious compromise
For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon
Nearer to God than most
I see the world differently,
This Earth orbits in a sea of cold
My plane hidden in its recess,
A place where silent screams dwell
And rainbows are sent to die.
Away from the gaze of my enemy,
A phrase...
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon of angels,
Who bargain their souls for my redemption?
Empowered by a nation,
Glorified by heroes departed
My life sanctified by religious compromise
For tonight I fly, under the bombers moon
Nearer to God than most
I see the world differently,
This Earth orbits in a sea of cold
My plane hidden in its recess,
A place where silent screams dwell
And rainbows are sent to die.
Away from the gaze of my enemy,
A phrase...
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ANGER POEM
Published
4th Jan 2012 12:34pm
4th Jan 2012 12:34pm
War Horse
(In memory of the 3 million horses killed in War)
Taken from Cloven fields,
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
Into the bowels of a troopship
No scent of Morning Dew, No Bird song
Only sweat and urine,
And the distant sounds of war.
No light, no grass of home, only the whip.
For he is bound for Flanders field
His rider glorious in his regalia, sword in hand
He was his master now, and the horse’s salvation.
Kindness, a quiet word, an apple, their bond complete
His last feed, bathed in a red sun, which
Hovered above the...
Taken from Cloven fields,
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
Into the bowels of a troopship
No scent of Morning Dew, No Bird song
Only sweat and urine,
And the distant sounds of war.
No light, no grass of home, only the whip.
For he is bound for Flanders field
His rider glorious in his regalia, sword in hand
He was his master now, and the horse’s salvation.
Kindness, a quiet word, an apple, their bond complete
His last feed, bathed in a red sun, which
Hovered above the...
#war
#horses
#memorial
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2012 12:30pm
4th Jan 2012 12:30pm
The Sillence of War
Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze
Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the wick is near the end
And so are these men
The Harvest of War is almost in
For this is November 1918.
The German guns call like the song of the Siren
Irresistible, for only the dead will hear
New orders to cross the Sambre-Oise Canal
Another postcard for Historians to write
Machine gunners scythe the ranks...
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze
Beside the cross sits the last candle
Flickering precariously, searching for sanctuary from the wind
But the wick is near the end
And so are these men
The Harvest of War is almost in
For this is November 1918.
The German guns call like the song of the Siren
Irresistible, for only the dead will hear
New orders to cross the Sambre-Oise Canal
Another postcard for Historians to write
Machine gunners scythe the ranks...
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LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2012 2:56pm
3rd Jan 2012 2:56pm
The lovers Ghost
I am absent from heavens table
For I miss my love.
Compassion from an angel
Helped me slide down a moonbeam,
To visit your lonely heart
As you sleep, I am with you my darling
The warmth of my love
Creating a fire in your memory
Where we can sit and talk.
In the glow of embers love
In this realm we can feel love once again
Let us dance above these flames of desire
You In your prom dress and me in youths blush
Once again I can feel your whispers
Your hidden messages concealed on the breeze
Listened to by inquisitive...
For I miss my love.
Compassion from an angel
Helped me slide down a moonbeam,
To visit your lonely heart
As you sleep, I am with you my darling
The warmth of my love
Creating a fire in your memory
Where we can sit and talk.
In the glow of embers love
In this realm we can feel love once again
Let us dance above these flames of desire
You In your prom dress and me in youths blush
Once again I can feel your whispers
Your hidden messages concealed on the breeze
Listened to by inquisitive...
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2012 7:13pm
1st Jan 2012 7:13pm
A Whiskey Love
Through a glass of Whiskey I found her.
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup,
Open to the flirtations of the sun.
Her lips soft, pink,
Like the dawn over a distant tulip field,
With a promise to reveal, even more,
Moist, sweet, the taste of a woman
Her neck, slim, elegant, with a hint of summer,
Jeweled with faint dew drops from the evenings heat
Her shoulders, graceful, a ballerinas calling
Perfectly formed, a place for heroes,
To rest their head
Her...
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup,
Open to the flirtations of the sun.
Her lips soft, pink,
Like the dawn over a distant tulip field,
With a promise to reveal, even more,
Moist, sweet, the taste of a woman
Her neck, slim, elegant, with a hint of summer,
Jeweled with faint dew drops from the evenings heat
Her shoulders, graceful, a ballerinas calling
Perfectly formed, a place for heroes,
To rest their head
Her...
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