Best Copacetic Poems
And I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you - I just don't understand it
One moment we're feeling bliss- like we're on another planet
you love me, you hate me...the story goes...we took our love for granted
caught up in memories, now everything's pixelated
everything spoken is debated
everything valued has been faded
what was token...has been broken
you used to leave my heart smokin'
- she flipped the tarot cards -
now I'm hoping...
instead of dealing with it...I'm coping
you promised me everything would be copacetic
...but everything's gotten quite hectic
we lost our way- I can admit...I detected it
nevertheless...I didn't expect it
the process...I can't respect it
love...how you do love like that?
from dormant to torment
it didn't rain...it stormed
"and don't you tell me days like this is the "norm"
I used to think you were the bomb
I used to think you were the title to my poem
now I'm sitting here with my hands in my palms
thinking you could care less
cause everything you've done was careless
I digress...
I gave you your best
can't believe my reward is this mess
...it was never a contest...
but I thought we were each other's trophy
...and I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you...I just don't understand it
Categories:
copacetic, break up, divorce, emotions,
Form:
Verse
Another brand new day has begun
Filled with exciting new things to do
Like shopping and spending piles of dough
I'm sure it applies to you
It's the way of the world, it's how it works
No one said it would be easy
Just look up yonder at that fiery red ball
Today will be bright and breezy
All is copacetic, everything seems fine
Copacetic as it's meant to be
Have I ever lied to you before my friends
My trustfulness is guaranteed
Okay, not every day will be a winner
But nine out of ten ain't bad
Smile at the world, it will surely smile back
I have nothing more to add
Categories:
copacetic, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty-eight so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Wifey will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures down the toilet gets flushed
But there's a silver lining waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner by a roll of the dice
Categories:
copacetic, age,
Form:
Couplet
A Wolf...A Lamb...A Wolf
Forgetting myself...started with me
To be sweet, to be quiet...to fit in.
Conformity!
Impress by agreement. A Lamb I could be.
Convince all my thoughts;
Copacetic is me
*So it began...
My best thought is, I'm at peace. I'm content.
Be positive! I can do this!
Be like a lamb.
Softly; I'm a breeze. Calm in my soul.
Gently I'll allow, only good thoughts to flow
Small, inconspicuous... I'll learn, it's me
Just nod in unison, always agree.
*I am a Lamb...
My favorite thought is;
I'm about love, not despair.
Quiet my being.
Silently there.
My thoughts do whisper,
a pleasing hushed ease
'I am not conflict'
For lambs, only, please.
What?!!
*I am a Lamb.
My finest thought is;
I'm wonderfully bright.
As a golden suns warmth slowly softens my light.
Embrace others truths, as they are my own.
So they won't see it, I can't be alone. Suddenly. I feel
like a liar!...A cheat!
Conforming isn't me!
My own thoughts rise, to defeat.
Forcing their way, repossessing my soul
I am 'not' a lamb kept under control!
Fueling my mind, with courage and might.
My confidence is back! Submission won't fight.
*I am 'Not' a lamb.
My true thoughts are; I'll regain what's been sold.
Get back my old self, feel enlightened and bold.
My thoughts are not truths! What I believe, is my right!
My true self is brave! Be damn sure, I will bite!
*I Am a Wolf
My only thought now is; I'm seeing me, so clear.
I am 'not' a Lamb,
I'm a Wolf without fear!
To deviate or follow. To protest or agree.
My thoughts are my own!
To decide, up to me
*I AM a wolf!
Now, I am genuine. Honest and free.
I'll behave as I choose, I've re-found the true me!
I will brown nose to no one or be a doormat for love.
Take me or leave me, herein and above.
I'll be contented and scrappy, 'cause that's who I am!
Definitely a Wolf.
Not particular to Lamb.
I Will not comply
I Will not lie down
I Will not go quietly
I Will not submit
I Will not roll over
I Will not shut up
I Am Not a Lamb!
Categories:
copacetic, confidence, courage, i am,
Form:
Rhyme
“Objects of Affection”
Objects of affection
drop like white marbles
from the sky
we love to look
to our heaven
for all kinds
of angels
all’s fair in
love and war
when faith
and belief
in a stronger
unified existence
that type of love, denied
trust
walks out the door
along a fine sharp line
sucked into that endless place
where the black ball
is dropped,
compartmentalised
life interrupted
for the unheard
taken down
by the unnecessary
silent swift intervention,
interrogated, eviscerated,
true autopsy, denied
what is love
to the alienated
gone AWOL alien
true fabric
orchestrated
by the external
as something other,
superficial,
the internal, inconvenient,
briefly recognised
worthless feelings
buried deep, the complex
compartmentalised
non-copacetic;
by the artificial copacetic
written off blithely,
non-evolutionary
the revolution de-loused,
time spent of no importance,
touch and emotions
clinically extinct
love
unknown
life
unrecognised
of unknown origin
unidentified
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
copacetic, muse, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
Went to the well and the well was dry
So what shall I do, oh me, oh my
My mind's in a quandary, what shall I do
I fear I've run dry, I haven't a clue
Is there some medication that I can take
My mind's in a dither for goodness sake
This surely can't be, I must go lie down
Will try a wee nap, my mind might rebound
Does this ever happen to you guys out there
Is this an affliction uncommon or rare
Will try it again gonna give it a shot
Gonna go for broke, give it all that I've got
So this should be easy, what rhymes with boy
It's uh... hang on... my heart's filled with joy
Hey, I think I'm finally back on the track
I'm saved, I'm saved, the old Jack is back
This smile on my kisser is here to stay
Unless once again my rhymes they do stray
It's a life or death issue so wish me good luck
Sorry about this, for being such a schmuck
I promise you friendlies from this day on
It's all copacetic and everything's calm
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
copacetic, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
"Road Kill and the 3 Fates"
Daughters of Nyx
the sisters
Stand strong together
when darkness
feigns innocence
next to the forgotten
Road Kill
Nyx becomes Themis
a memory
infiltrates the mind
prompting the true law
and order of things
Backwards towards
a beginning
Inside resides
the female Titan
somewhere winning
Collecting the threads
of each life enlightening
the golden chords copacetic
the beginning chapters
come in far too late
back to front
Road Kill and the
3 Fates
Empathetic
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
llb-klb-mlb
“Gold” / Chet Faker
https://youtu.be/hi4pzKvuEQM
“At the instant of drowning
he invoked the three sisters
It was a mistake, an aberration,
to cry out for Life everlasting"
"He suffered the enormous agonies of passion
Writing poems from the end backwards,
Brushing away tears that had not yet fallen."
Rosemary Dobson, Poet. Sydney, Australia
(extract The Three Fates)
1. Moirae (Moirai)
https://greekgodsandgoddesses.net/goddesses/the-morai/
2.a
Themis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Themis
2.b
Nyx
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
3.a
“The Three Fates” by Rosemary Dobson, Poet. / Analysis
https://poetryprof.com/the-three-fates/
3.b
Rosemary Dobson, Poet. Sydney/Australia.
(18 June 1920 – 27 June 2012)
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/dobson-rosemary
Anthology of Poems/Rosemary Dobson.
https://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/dobson-rosemary/poems
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary_Dobson
Categories:
copacetic, integrity, mother daughter, sister,
Form:
Free verse
As the simmering soup lets out a dreamy aroma of spices,
The scent wafts through the nose soothingly,
Leaving the lungs with lively flavours,
I guess that explains why we were bouncy.
“This soup treats a cold”
Grandma usually said while serving,
All the children could not withhold,
The joy of visiting grandma in spring.
Her huge pot seemed bottomless,
Yes, she never bought a smaller pot,
On the dinner table, the soup brought a sense of closeness,
The kind of love that cannot be bought.
As I slip in the memories,
The side of my mouth subtly curls up,
Summing up the thought of copacetic spring medleys,
And taking the soup in place of the syrup.
Categories:
copacetic, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
Stop watching me with those derisory eyes
sweet like bear claw
spicy like a bell pepper
give me back my barette
I'm not letting my hair down'
from cooties to copacetic my biggest disease
jus like when u was freshman
lost your retainer cried all day
give me back my fanny pack
you kept it all those years
crazy grifter lost on the freeway
looking for route 66 in a gay way
why you back jerk off?
scads of luv but to late
here's a sawbuck go call someone who cares!
Categories:
copacetic, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Started drinking fruit flavoured water now
Not the tastiest but I'll keep trying, I vow
In the winter months I always seem to gain
Inactivity is the culprit, exercising's a pain
When I walk, it's much more like a waddle
Sure don't resemble a Givenchy model
Gonna keep on trying to recapture my youth
Downed another swig of gin and vermouth
Now everything appears to be quite copacetic
Gin works wonders as an anesthetic
So getting back to the fruit flavoured water
A lot more concerned than this guy oughta
I'm almost eighty so why should I care
Soon I'll be trapped in my big easy chair
Cathie will feed me some ground up mush
Dentures it seems, down the toilet got flushed
But there's a silver lining just waiting for me
If I could only get rid of my gimpy old knee
Bottom line is this, sure had a great life
Came up a big winner on the roll of the dice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
copacetic, happiness,
Form:
Couplet
I'm pristine and purdy for dear Dr. Kim
Changed my undies, I'm all proper and trim
Checks out my bod
And gives me a nod
If all's copacetic, no strange lumps therein
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
copacetic, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Opie woke up feeling right today,
got a good nod in
Everything was copacetic okay
Heard on the news
there was a crisis he should know about,
as he wiped the spittle drooling down from his mouth
Emergency in the suburbs:
Opioid deaths on the rise
He always woke up the next day
from a death dangle the previous night
So the rail thin fella just smiled,
because he felt like Superman
holding anti-Kryptonite in his hand
Opie knew he had his lucky charm,
a mantra that warded off any overdose attack:
Opie said he ain’t no coke dopefiend,
Opie said he don't do crazy ...
Opie don’t do crack
He’s a middle-class snob junkie,
he don’t steal for his drugs
Opie got a good job, and a ring of friends
with the same junkie love
Opie boasts that he’s a heroin man,
a surgeon with the syringe
He can stretch your high out a mile long,
make the needle sing you a lullaby Valium song
Opie never misses the mark
when he plunges the pusher poison in
Opie just floats back,
riding mellow on the narcotic wind
Opie was the headline on the local news that day
Powerful Fentanyl was the culprit his friends say
They say Opie died with a smile,
sucking down the synthetic smack
Opie died foolish proud ...
Opie didn’t do crack
Categories:
copacetic, addiction, death, drug, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
I can't cope with copacetic,
A life of compromise seems to me pathetic,
Without completing dreams, I can't gauge my worth,
So with arms raised high, Eyes shut, I fly out to mirth,
I find myself flattened quickly against a glass ceiling,
Now a budding career in retail seems appealing.
Categories:
copacetic, on work and working
Form:
Rhyme
Another spanking new day has begun
Filled with exciting things to do
Like shopping and spending piles of dough
I'm sure it applies to you
It's the way of the world, it's how it works
No one said it would be easy
Just look up yonder at that fiery red ball
Today will be bright and breezy
All is copacetic, everything's seems fine
Copacetic as it's meant to be
Have I ever lied to you before my friends
My trustfulness is guaranteed
Okay, not every day will be a winner
But ten outta of ten ain't bad
Smile at the world, it will surely smile back
I have nothing more to add
Categories:
copacetic, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme
By inclement seas, malevolent sands bob
Lashing atrociously in their cyclonic hurl
Assent to winds that beat wild, Oceania!
Can the derelict heart reclaim its pacific,
keeping latent hurts as a glossed wreck?
Pearling gloss spot-lights aversions to keep!
Embraced is animus to understand its cause
Anoint scars so they'll dissipate in the anima
Restoration gleams of a copacetic dreamcatcher
Lacing over those broken veins of love's infernal
8/14/21 – Inspired by ‘Broken’ contest hosted by Craig Cornish;
pearls are an oyster's kintsugi :)
BLACK PEARL I
***
sheen like no other
iridescent mother
of pearls shining on
I recall that first black beach:
the night sky fallen at my feet!
Soles tickled by the stars
twinkling in sandy myriads;
toes curling in awed jubilation ~
followed by the jaw-dropping
cascade of a sparkling curtain,
where the sun-sequined waterfall
spilled over the black rock,
and I drank of more stars
in refreshed elation ~
The rest collected in pools
of eons-cooled lava tubes
We soaked away low tide's heat
bathed in crystalline sensations ~
Heaven!
You smiled
The Nevada desert, lifetimes later,
my son and I gazed at the black sky:
meteors showered, shimmering us ~
Heaven!
my iridescent black pearl
a sheen like no other
smiling on
***
(4/27/18: Memory of a special time with mother walking back from Buokonikai to Tabiang and stopping at the falls where I saw my first black-sand beach. It was so different and I was so thrilled by it; went back there 3 years ago and found the land erosion has turned the beach a muddy color)
Categories:
copacetic, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse