Best Cosset Poems
All The Time
The pale dusted blue
Washes sunlight prances
Falls in its edges of heat and pristine shade
Shadows
And I need you
Couples old and young
Hand in hand
Arm in arm
Families pass on pavements baked by the sun
They smile
Like children on shoulders
Babies in push chairs
Ice cones melting
And I need you
And every form of tree and leaf
Dances
Wafted by salt sea breezes
They leap in their slow expression
Of life
As I need you
All around the sweet sounds live
Birds chirp
People talk
The wind whispers
And eyes witness behind sunglasses
And I need you
And far away the distances
Expanses open
Lay landscapes out beneath the sun
Busy streets
Car roofs shimmer hot and traffic
All happening in this moment
As I need you
Pretty women in their summer clothes
Sip their beauty from every mans eyes
And glide like angels loved by someone
And the world is happily
Curious in its ease
And I need you
And I rest in tension
Taut and unspoken
Quiet misnomer
The wind catches me and dries the sweat on my brow
With a strangers face watching the world
As I miss you
The light falls
The shadows cosset
The gentle air wafts spent bracts of bougainvillea
The out laying pattern of life
Reiterates
Constant
Sends its everlasting messages out
And every second of time passes
In tiny frozen moments
And I need you
Nothing changes
Nothing replaces
You
Psyches on the edge
Psyches going wild
Wild child oh so daring
Wild one hellish bold
Bold and downright brazen
Bold though fiercely blind
Blind to subtle logic
Blind eyed scourge
Scourge imposed on others
Scourge the plague of self
Self damned sinking vessel
Self whose clearly lost
Lost on deep meaning
Lost boon fellow now
Now I must reflect
Now transform or heal
Heal some wretched burden
Heal this stricken heart
Heart that beats with pathos
heart when wondrous glad
Glad a buoyant vision
Glad I promptly changed
Changed barren outlook
Changed complex-ridden life
Life as joyful premise
Life based on love
Love weaves magic dreams
Love induces spells
Spells I adopt
Spells alter mindset
Mindset yours or mine
Mindset chasing peerless time
Time a spur for dormant brain
Time awash with thinking
Thinking valued options
Thinking of growth
Growth of mental wellness
Growth our golden gift
Gift to cosset and explore
Gift as relish
Relish inner calm
Relish broad spectrum issues
Issues within reach
Issues sleight and grand
Grand scheme on horizon
Grand environment free
Free in every single sense
Free from vapid earthly care
Care…
Sense…
Fragile to the touch,
Bathing in rays open wide,
Closed at star lit eyes.
Nathan Bane Leccese
©All Rights Reserved 06/01/09
The foggy tenderness a balmy buffer,
smiling oblivion decomposes anguish
and pain...
In frost a cloak to keep you protected:
cosset without bruise.
I greet you, wheel through space,
after initial slumber subsides,
and pain
kicks in, but not actually, chant words
shaped into sentences...
A poem of friendship through the days,
orbits, spheres, clouds, stars, smiles,
and pain...
Spring is budding, after snow flowers
will blossom, offspring will vault.
This too is going to be alright
***
Poem by Darren White
February 13, 2017
Attentive buck hears, not a cosset.
The snow's last crackle at sunset.
Inspired by: Andrea Dietrich's contest Frozen In Crystalline
9 syllables line 1
8 syllables line 2
Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.
Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.
Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant voiced billowed plumes
that cosset my fatigued head with caresses
of indulgent dreams.
JF March 16, 2009
Chris Christie
a delusional passage to glory that's missed he
back, back to the Bridge
awaiting announcements, go cosset the fridge.
You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon become.
I stroked this woman
now bent back to foetus pose.
Once sworled to shell,
wrapped inside myself,
Safe.
Now boned to carcass stick.
I wanted to hold one more time,
my child,
frightened the last air would puff to nought from its hollowed breast.
But my sparrow turned and smiled,
a grimace to crack open any gates of envisaged hell.
Macabre teeth, once glowing love and laughter to the skies,
Now pecked to ochre stalks.
The pitiful bird pained to move.
Mucous mouth clacked open wide
To receive some lasting morsel of life.
Only its beady blue gaze
flashed a soul of its former self,
eyes to haunt the sea.
I swallowed back my tide of tears,
waves of memory flooding sands of life we’d shared,
from fledgling dawn cry to this,
the final nesting box.
I wanted to stuff this cot with down
of a million eider.
To cosset and hold soft this scrawn, gnawed through.
Pluck teal, goose, swan.
‘Who would have thought it would come to this?’ it croaked a laugh.
I matched smile with smile.
I held the tiny claw.
Desperate not to cling too much to pain,
too much to past.
I wanted to wrap up this dying bird
Limp, in my hanky.
White folded white, fold on fold.
Run through the streets
shouting at the world, at some unseen power.
NO.
She’s mine. She’s safe. Take me.
What cruelty did I do?
What evil must be stuffed in this maternal breast
To hold this daughter dust in my arms?
ENDLESS LOVE
Tell me
What burns with a
Great flame that an
Inferno, yet benign
And consumes not?
Tell me
What shines with a
Dazzling brightness than
The glare of the sun
Yet as tender as
The moon and
Divulges no flaw?
Tell me
What shelters more from
The beset of gale of fate
And salves more than
The balm of gilead?
Tell me
What could be more
Tender than
Cosset of myriads
Of lovers?
Roses are beautiful
But wilts.
Tell me what
Could be so beautiful
And wilts not?
A pearl, diamond is.
And forever lasts, but
To theft it subjects
Tell me
What pearl
Forever lasts and
Thieving hands
Defies?
I tell you nothing,
Nothing than mothers
Endless love
It wilts not.
Eighty-Six Thousand Four Hundred
Iye! Another day
And from the blink of sleep
From the cosset of sheets
The incessant alarm pulls my feet
Iye! Another day
And the sun has conveyed splintered shadows through the trees
To dapple my wits with the even darker
The broadside of purpose waking
Twenty-four hours for repeating
And strange it seems how beauty is lost
Not one single enterprise to change belief
The daily eating of my heart
Numb and chilled through emptiness
Iye! Another day
Born with a slit throat and choked deliverance
Hollow soul to hollow life
Witness to nothing but splintered moment
Silence
Desperate quiet unreachable silence
And so it seems this thin blood
This weak and paltry empathy for fate
This ritual of eighty-six thousand four hundred
Iye! Another day
For the isolation of movement to beckon
And batter its tide on my dreams
Only to transport another useless day
To its inevitable conclusion
I lay and shy with the predominant why
Why should I
For the courage and fortitude of ordinary people
Is but control to the denizens of the animal political
And my loneliness but a rumour to vacant ears
And in the eighty-six thousand four hundred
The speech of denial records that it has lost all faith in me
Iye! Another day
Another day to deserted hope
Another day of discarded love
Another day of futile intimacy
To pull me from my cocoon of sleep
And thirty one thousand five hundred and thirty six thousand
For us to keep
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
I found someone profound and ingenious
Though kryptonite poison had ruined
Yet I heard melodious rhythm groaned.
Too fast in thought, or bliss to be cajoled.
But It's I want them to probe, one world.
The piteous battle I've been, recognition fixed in him,
Lifting lamentable heart to be blessed,
With his passion, I knew I'm in jubilant limbo.
And by his smile I knew we stood in mirth.
With millions of blue that vision's,
Cuddle the mercy of intentions.
Yet no harmonic desolation should enfolded
Only honeyed cosset will be cherished.
"Fancy bizarre" I said, "In here I found holiness"
"Hit it off" he said, "Hoard and resume through the years"
The faith; I kept moving,
Was yours I went chasing
And the wildest whim lies next to me
Mocks the steadfast maleficent clown
But I'm sturdy to mess up
For my glee was dressed up,
And I am here now to marry
The phantom I dreamed of!
IN YOUR HANDS
Collaboration poem by Jason Williams and Darren White
You say it will cleanse
Not my sins, I am not religious
My only religion is you
In your hands I am clean
In your hands the water will
Calm my weary head, you will
cut my hair, make me new
In your hands I am more
Your touch is a balm to me
It's cool cosset, a blanket
Protecting me from the past
Allowing me to grow strong again
In your hands I place my trust
I am yours to mold and shape
Sever the old and muddled
Making room for new growth
Water will wane your wounds
Will softly caress your pain
Will even out the folds and creases
In your brow, I float you gently
Oh how I shine so bright now
A new found confidence upon me
I am cleansed, my wounds healed
In your hands I am renewed
Molly coddle,
Life's a doddle;
Pander,pamper,
Baby,pet
Spoil, then cosset.
Shelter,shield
And thoughts conceal;
Handle,dandle
Chaperone and guard,
Destroying common-sense.
Two and twenty springs
thick boughs and fragile twigs
hued in foilage's deep green
amidst the blossomed serene
pods burst,floated in wind,our seeds
and thousands and more leaves
drunk in life we poured in
danced to the breeze's tunes
Remember?
one fine early spring
sprout'd i,after long nursling
unfurled my newborn leaves
beheld astonished!
yards away you stood,a young sapling
and comfort's wind blew,
brushing through
carried your warm greetings
and day by day,
how we burgeoned high
eager to reach each other's height
and deep the rootlets grew,
breached the sand
eager to meet and hold hand
and underneath the loam
season by season,we bloom'd
from your raw charm,
to my pale branch;
your ethereal emerald frame,
to my laced crimson veil;
and the fresh breeze that kissed,
cosset,imprinted your touch;
sprinkled on me,
the drops that bathed thee,
and the dawn's dew,
formed the pearls
on our petal's heart,
avow our love!
even in tempest day,
you sang aubade
in mine ears alone,
the melody melted
and in those moonlit nights
our silhouette so formed,
sparkled in light!
alas! how to erase that one cursed day
when under the sleep's spell we lay
you cried and horror met our eyes
their metallic axe,
chop! chop! chop!
severing you into two,
pulling the damp roots
hacking,
bruising,
bleeding you,
and painful screams echoed
i cried
i screamed
but no single branch moved,
to pull them off you;
no single root climbed up,
to drag them to abyss;
and i saw them murdering you,
not a thing i could do.
three and thirty springs
your dry stump stood
and i pray day and night,
wishing, you'd sprout again,my love!
BIRDS WITHOUT CAGES
Jubilation of an early morning Spring choir
Free birds perched upon budding branches
Clothed in the creator’s best feathers
Preparing nests to cosset their eggs
Tree roots are deep and strong
Choice finches, robins, and jays in synch
Confident in their praise of dawn
Sounds of early morning song awaken
My ears
my heart
my mind
my spirit
Open the windows, oh hard-hearted!
Soften your tune, breathe fresh air
Fly free with slight chill of March
Soar outside your skin. Let the bad air out.
Revive!
Relish the day!
It is Spring!
You are free!
Kim Rodrigues ©2017