Best Cooper Poems
The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.
The howling wind that claws at life,
The forest shrouded in endless white.
Skeletal ice hangs from warm lit homes,
....brittle fingers, glacial bones!
Gibbous moon with light unclean,
Casting shadows barely seen.
Wide tongues of sleet lick hands and feet,
Frost etched people on lacquered streets.
Witches Sabbat the darkest rite,
All doors are barred on Halloween night!
Children sleeping, tucked tight in bed,
While witches brooms fly overhead.
Cock’s crow sounds in the dark of night,
Putting the cabal to frenzied flight!
The children waken then start to yawn,
Their smiling faces greet the new dawn.
Spring
Cool breeze gently blows
Brilliant butterflies dancing
Rainbows in motion
Summer
Glorious gold beach
Sandcastles reach for the sky
Children having fun
Autumn
Crisp leaves fall slowly
Green glens veiled in falls blanket
Sunset beneath trees
Winter
Cold icy morning
Dancing whirling wonderland
Snowflakes from heaven
Collaboration with Shane Cooper
15th January 2015
You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
You vanished, didn’t say a word
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said goodbye!
A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so
Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken
Jan Allison & Shane Cooper Collaboration
23rd January 2014
Dead babies
All in circles
Dead babies
Screaming, screaming
I hear my name
Over here, over here
One second of birth
I die in flame
Of wombs passion
Don’t be crying
I was always dying
Don’t touch me now
Don’t feel the cold placenta
Tumble down lost one ways
Deep purple tunnels
Swiss alpine meadows
Light and night twisted like vine
I never cry, never try
I was a soft heart when I was born
Now you can touch a heart of stone
The rum and bourbon keep stones wet
Touching me is touching the devil
One day, in that moment in time
I imagine
Holding your hand
The one I don’t know
I take another drink of the devil and laugh
Imagine a cloudy day
That Alice comes to save me
Alice, meet the rabbit
Wonderland is over there
Returning to fantasy no more
Clones and drones and rolling stones
Lovers and strangers
They all seem far away
The darkness calls
I am Alice in wonderland
I have been elected
For death
My name is Stephen
One of the stars on The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon Cooper
Thinks constantly about himself as being so super
Asperger's Syndrome is what his symptoms loudly proclaim
As he works out scientific formulas but seems not sane
People who suffer from Asperger's Syndrome often show
intense focus, highly logical thinking, and exceptional
abilities in math or science. This disorder is considered
part of the Autism Spectrum and is probably inherited.
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Caerphilly is a small town
Famous for its cheese
Has a castle looks like its falling down
With a Moat around with geese
Outside now stands a large Statue,
It needed to be big he would boast.
Thats what the nature of this man
Big, but stupid loved by most
Its a statue of Tommy Cooper
Comedian a magician that fails
Wore a Fez as his trademark
Born here in Wales
The sculptors name is James Done
A great friend of mine
Has a wicked sense of humour
Smiling all the time
Jim isnt Welsh boohoo
Though he's lived here a long time
Regards himself as proxy Welsh
Though his accent sounds like Tyne
The day Tommy's statue was presented
Was done by Sir Anthony Hopkins no less
Who mentioned he would have loved
To have met Tommy in the flesh
Now it stands there for all to see
The larger than life comedian
Well done Jim your Bronze is f.c.
Can even be seen in *Torfaen"
The link goes directly to the Tommy Cooper site showing pictures of the statues. Mentioning James Done the sculptor.
Torfaen (torfine) is an area next to Caerphilly
f.c. First class
http://www.thetommycoopersociety.org/statue.aspx
Dated 23 January 2013
With two hundred thousand dollars
and a parachute way up high,
Dan Cooper left the 727 he hijacked
and disappeared in the deep blue sky.
Somewhere between Seattle and Portland
the only American hijacker never caught
landed either dead or alive -
the FBI and authorities know naught.
He bought a ticket under the name of Dan Cooper,
the media mistakenly called him D. B.;
whatever became of him and the money
remains today a mystery.
Some say he couldn't have survived the jump;
Some say they know he's been seen;
Some say he could be living in your neighborhood;
If he's alive, he got away clean.
The legend of D. B. Cooper -
A man who disappeared into airspace,
On November 24, 1971 -
Still an unsolved FBI case.
Molly
Funny, Loving, Passionate Mother~
Daughter of an Angel Flying High
Lover of Family, Life, and Pickles~
Who feels Intensity, Travesty and Reckless Abandon!
Who Fears Loss, Emptiness and Disappointment
Who Would Like to See My Mom, My Son’s Life Filled with Joy and a Concert
Resident of a Small Town in Oregon
Cooper
What would you call the young hatchling, for fun,
Of a buzzard crossed with a flamingo?
The answer is moot ’cause it couldn’t be done,
So the joke is on you: Buzzingo!
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(For the Buzzards and Flamingos contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin.)
Explanation, for those who might need it:
Sheldon Cooper is the nerdy character on the TV sitcom "The Big Bang Theory" who popularized using the word "Bazinga!" to signify you've played a joke on someone. So, yeah, this poem is pretty much only for people who enjoy a pun-induced groan. :-)
DB COOPER-IAN MUNYWE
Ka DB cooper sina pupa,
nitaondokea pia muda ukifika.
Daily kukachora kuzuia swara,
bila rwaara bado ninang`ara.
kaka dada mama baba,
nawatakia mengi mafanikio.
nahisi kama Jimi Hendrix,
back in 69 huko woodstock,
ama king Bob Marley in 79 santa barbara.
vibe ilikuwa safi pia,
John Lennon akiwa madison square in 72.
basi tunazidi kwa bidii,
maombi tele ili majaaliwa tufike kilele.
My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!
He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a gaseous cloud looms
Pete is kinda kinky
When he makes a stinky
He likes breathing in his odorous fumes
Beth's twenty years married to Pete Cooper
When he didn't flush, she said a blooper
Pete left a huge floater
And now I will quote her,
"Pete's poops always leave me in a stupor!"
One time dumbass Pete clogged up his commode
After his bowels dropped a giant load
Beth called in a plumber
Who was even dumber
He just watched as the toilet overflowed
Pete's a n a l gases continue to leak
Can't stand being around them cause they reek
When his farts are expelled
I threaten a butt weld
To solder it shut, Pete is such a freak!
No one sits near Pete at the town meeting
No friendly smiles does he get in greeting
People are of like mind
Beware of his behind
When his flatulence keeps on repeating
Beth's face becomes twisted into a scowl
She told Pete that she's throwing him the towel
Next time his fecal matter
Is 'neath the lid in splatter
She'll not clean his crap stains again. They're foul!
She won't wash skid marks from his briefs either
Nor cook bean casseroles for him neither
Beth's taken a firm stand
Gave Pete a reprimand
She's hoping that soon he'll want to leave her
The Doubter Me?
by Terry Cooper
The Doubter Me?
Here stands one who doubts!
Even though I know the goodness of man,
and of course the other side of humanity.
Though I somehow know God is there for me,
I am never-the-less driven to question a future……
I believe beyond the screen of smoke and mirrors,
there is a heaven we will all share-in eventually.
Tis just that approaching hurdle of indistinction….
Receding, approaching, receding once again….
Teasing us into submission, preparing our way.
I sometimes struggle physically, fighting for breath…
When feeling close to something final, mind reaching
out for a shred, a glimmer of a well-trodden pathway…
Perhaps a hand, a light at the end of a tunnel…
Not yet eh Lord? I smile and patiently resolve to recover.
After a while, warm and comfortable in bed, I reflect
on my apparent frailty of mind, “not so” I reiterate.
It is the darned calls upon my sense of belief…
There is a weakness there after all! That is news to me!
The weakness is temporary, and will be dashed in due course!
Sent from Mail for Windows 10
by Terry Cooper
My spell check has trouble with indistinction….
Terry Cooper
7:20 AM (24 minutes ago)
to me
By all means Jim glad you liked the piece!
Ages of Rock
by Terry Cooper
For many years I bubbled beneath the deep Earth’s crust
Hot and molten ever moving, upward trying to thrust
Suddenly a crack appeared, above my very space
I burst out with my cohorts, sunshine hit my face.
We cascaded down a hillside, solidifying as we could
Came to a halt and looked about, the cooling winds felt good
Rain lashed down and crystallized, the surface of our skin
Holes appeared as if by magic, as our innards shrunk within
Dwellers began to assemble, in our caves for mutual shelter
Humans and some animals, with snakes so smooth and slender
All life sought our protection, from the threat there was without
Comfort did we garner, as our guardianship spread about.
Now they come to mine us, for the minerals we secrete.
The sound of pick and hammer, resound with monotonous beat.
Will our families ever return; to the security we provide?
Those caverns now more cavernous, fill us still with pride
There may come a time we’re needed, to again support Gods life
New eruptions being born, on the winds of Earths good wife
Evolving, our watchword, we record natures remedies to your ill’s
Do not dare to really upset us, lest Earths innards outward spills.
Terry Cooper
PS. Not rock of ages. Could not find any cliffs around.
On Mon, Feb 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM, Terry Cooper wrote:
Touched in the head a little like he is.
Yes you are a James Taylor in the making
Or where you fooling and only faking
I cook chips I don't do baking
Cakes and pies are so pains taking
I like a project I get in my teeth
Not something that can buy an early wreath
So Jim Horn are you really a musician
Or someone that mimes behind a partition
I express my desire to set the world on fire
Before I eventually have to expire
Problem was disturbing and when deductive
Process was non productive and ever so disruptive.
And to everything there may be many catches
If needed carry some matches and anti smoking patches
And you will also learn that you need latches
For all of your BS each poem catches.
Originally by Terry Cooper and slightly
And by horns have been abbreviated
So don't take any of loosely or lightly
Or else it will have to be alleviated.
You can start laughing any time you want to.
A little laugh can go a long age depending on
age, education and maturity. Be sure to save
some for me for reasons related to security.
Terry Cooper, et. al. who usually eats it all.
So what's eating you anyway.
Just so amazing.
Oh so wonderfully memzmorizing.
Sweetest guy I know.
He's my perfect guy.
Unvailing truth comes out of him.
A truly great boyfriend.
Thoughts of him I get wrapped up in.
All of my heart belongs to him.
You're everything to me.
Love of my life.
Our love is so real.
Racing is my heart, which is all I can feel.
Cutest little laugh.
Outstanding little smile.
Optimistic feelings when I'm with him.
Perfect, indulging, eyes.
Ecstasy is the future, for you and me.
Right now, I'm missing him, you see.