Submissions by cooky
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Jan 2012 4:19pm
1st Jan 2012 4:19pm
Tremble
(Ode to a True Love Lost) written by Steve Cooke
She kissed me under the lamp post
A kiss so soft that my lips trembled.
I felt her being entering my heart
And my soul wrapping itself around her
Wanting to keep for eternity.
She looked into my eyes, my body trembled
Life had only one meaning, and it was she
Suddenly I was afraid.
I longed for her to be my destiny
But relationships would have to be sacrificed
And Love cannot be sullied with such things,
And then, she was gone.
We both knew it could never be.
She was...
She kissed me under the lamp post
A kiss so soft that my lips trembled.
I felt her being entering my heart
And my soul wrapping itself around her
Wanting to keep for eternity.
She looked into my eyes, my body trembled
Life had only one meaning, and it was she
Suddenly I was afraid.
I longed for her to be my destiny
But relationships would have to be sacrificed
And Love cannot be sullied with such things,
And then, she was gone.
We both knew it could never be.
She was...
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LOVE POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 4:13pm
31st Dec 2011 4:13pm
Genie in a Gin Bottle
Her lips caress another cigarette
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils her face,
For she is, Genie in a gin bottle
Her Make up hiding the past
Silk fingernails hiding the smokers hand
Her wig of blonde hiding the soul beneath
The ladder in her stockings,
Torn like her Hollywood dreams
Her perfume sickly sweet,
Masking the odors from yesterday’s gin
The ashtray is full,
Cheap Lipstick covers the tab ends
Her vigil to find happiness
But he never comes.
Only a stream of chancers wanting to spin lady luck one...
A fading belle looking for love
The smoke veils her face,
For she is, Genie in a gin bottle
Her Make up hiding the past
Silk fingernails hiding the smokers hand
Her wig of blonde hiding the soul beneath
The ladder in her stockings,
Torn like her Hollywood dreams
Her perfume sickly sweet,
Masking the odors from yesterday’s gin
The ashtray is full,
Cheap Lipstick covers the tab ends
Her vigil to find happiness
But he never comes.
Only a stream of chancers wanting to spin lady luck one...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Dec 2011 11:53am
30th Dec 2011 11:53am
No More
(To the unknown boys killed in the the First World War)
No more will he look into the eyes of his Mother,
No more will he see his Brothers smile,
No more will he feel love.
No more will he fish, and climb the trees of England
Or marvel at the voice of the nightingale.
For he is Sixteen and a Man,
He has done is duty by his Country,
Taken the shrapnel, which exploded over him
Like a Bright light sent from an avenging God.
He sees the dark approaching
But he can take it, for he is an Englishman
No more will he hear the whistle to...
No more will he look into the eyes of his Mother,
No more will he see his Brothers smile,
No more will he feel love.
No more will he fish, and climb the trees of England
Or marvel at the voice of the nightingale.
For he is Sixteen and a Man,
He has done is duty by his Country,
Taken the shrapnel, which exploded over him
Like a Bright light sent from an avenging God.
He sees the dark approaching
But he can take it, for he is an Englishman
No more will he hear the whistle to...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2011 8:01pm
29th Dec 2011 8:01pm
End of Ops
I am nearing the end of my journey
The path that I walk is almost done,
Over my shoulder are friends now gone?
In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear
For I am in a world where no one belongs
Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time
My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder,
Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent.
I have spent too much time bringing peace to others
It is time for peace to find me.
This old warrior has spent too much time in wars arena,
A soldier’s death I will not seek here, for my end is...
The path that I walk is almost done,
Over my shoulder are friends now gone?
In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear
For I am in a world where no one belongs
Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time
My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder,
Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent.
I have spent too much time bringing peace to others
It is time for peace to find me.
This old warrior has spent too much time in wars arena,
A soldier’s death I will not seek here, for my end is...
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Dec 2011 7:56pm
29th Dec 2011 7:56pm
Love in all its Glory
Within the petals of the rose
Captured in the fragrance of the orchid
Nurtured by the holy water of love
Drenched in the sunlight of your being
My love is kept safe in the woman
That is you
Within your eyes there is a flame
Born of passion, fuelled by a sacred trust
A woman beyond Michael Angelo’s imagination
Beyond the dreams of first love.
Your face worthy of every love poem ever written
With a smile that my dreams can,
Play over and over again in a world,
That only you and I know
Where we can walk, hand in hand...
Captured in the fragrance of the orchid
Nurtured by the holy water of love
Drenched in the sunlight of your being
My love is kept safe in the woman
That is you
Within your eyes there is a flame
Born of passion, fuelled by a sacred trust
A woman beyond Michael Angelo’s imagination
Beyond the dreams of first love.
Your face worthy of every love poem ever written
With a smile that my dreams can,
Play over and over again in a world,
That only you and I know
Where we can walk, hand in hand...
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