Best Cosseted Poems
delicate lace linked by crochet
labyrinthine stitches a doily a day
counted by repetitious candlelight
motherly hands of preponderant foresight
twisting and surrender of silent threads
tucking each one into intricate spreads
lovingly lace reflects persistence of face
a warm cosseted Victorian embrace
from hands that stumbled with wrinkles
forlorn and gnarled knots, catastrophic crinkles
yet the warm, soft hand that comforts her ill
a kin that kindles the fire and spins with skill
she’s mastered the lessons rendered at the knee
of longsuffering love and mother’s humble marquee
Categories:
cosseted, mother daughter,
Form:
Couplet
SERENITY
Wash me with glory’s waterfall and evergreen.
Jehovah-Rapha recharge the endorphins.*
The pine needles tickle my nose with scent.
The swoosh of skirted cascade in forest serene.
The polished rocks under bare feet, the flow
of cool stream that caresses my toes.
Defeat cleansed from my soul. I splash
salubrious waters into crevices of my woes.
Surrounded by the verdant forest of peace -
no sticks and stones to break my bones.
I am cosseted in this fairytale spell
with glorious birdsong and romantic caprice.
Symmetry of footfall through winsome waters.
Rushing precipice of suds release sore impurities.
Stationary giggles, gurgling cheeks piqued.
Serenity is servant of the King’s daughter.
9/18/2019
Picturesque Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Eve Roper
*Jehovah-Rapha - The Lord who heals
Categories:
cosseted, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a lady of Celtic descent
Who cosseted canines wherever she went.
The birds in her garden would sing forth her praise,
And stray cats salute her, their tails duly raised.
Grey squirrels would gleefully zig-zag all day
For here they had no need to cache nuts away.
And deer ate her plants but she'd care not a tittle;
No wonder friends nicknamed her 'Dotty Doolittle'!
6/29/2018
Categories:
cosseted, animal, death, sweet, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
enjoy the reed
now displayed as a satisfactory deed.
* * * * * *
A Senior Moment - written months ago commemorating
the graduation from a vaunted charter school
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend -
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
* * * * * *
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform
i.e. most likely auditorium stage marked
by hushed audience inhaling, notating,
and regaling gleeful lightness of buoyant feat
(but me Yeats heavy of heart) feted for 2017 Redmond
Enrichment Academy graduates, who attained,
a milestone vis a vis earning their
high school diploma, and ready to launch
bountiful daunting challenges, yet sure
footed each young gal and/or guy
will exude joy and sorrow upon grasping their
high school diploma aware a sound education
sent each on their own future path
while pomp and circumstances issues forth
by adroit musically talented underclass
* * * * * *
man, which emotional celebrated achievement
evoked by keynote student speaker,
but also underscored via that well worn mortar
board, linkedin, kickstarter, Joyus
tune (composed by Sir Edward Elgar –
subtitled March Number 1) acknowledging
cheers, eliciting grownups immense Kleenex
moistening overpowering quintessentially
simmering ululating wrenching yowling
as tassels flipped (maybe in conjunction with
a non twittering uber bird) to the left side
of the caparisoned newly anointed future
Dharma Bums, professionals and/or trades
persons momentarily stung with sadness
to depart favorite classmates and teachers
who voluntarily cosseted, ferried, and
* * * * * *
capitalone did flickr imperceptibly, kneaded
and leavened LivingSocial, and massaged MineCraft
outlook plenti full confidence, faith, and inherent
lettered oblations serve as snap chatting,
Categories:
cosseted, dedication, happiness, high school,
Form:
Elegy
They are vain, quarrelsome men
Bloated, opinionated,
Untidy, men cosseted
By the academic life,
The literary life—smug,
Tell you what authors are in
Or out. They know best—of course.
Categories:
cosseted, allegory, irony, math, writing,
Form:
Free verse
VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE
From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and town across nation
'Til Arcadian rural slow lines suffered untimely wane
Gone: the Market where cows sheep and pigs brought in telling perceptions
The images, noises and smells of the farms to the town
The tweeded farmers with leathery limbs and faces
And gaiters of deepest sheen in a rich chestnut brown
Flaxen ropes, billhooks, pitchforks enough for a peasants' uprising
Spread along the High street and over the Corn Exchange square
While Newport Street furnished inns for all thirsts' reviving
And above all, the clock tower made skyline iconic and fair
Then was school run not cosseted chauffeured, in family car
But raced, skipped or dawdled through field, street, market and station
Our little world teamed with action, unscreened, with no bar
Of health and safety; adventure without filtration
In that world we seemed in different incarnation
So are we the same people, and do we now view the same place?
Can we yet discern immortality's intimation?
The adventure goes on though perhaps at a difference pace.
Categories:
cosseted, nostalgia,
Form:
Elegy
OLD TOWN ELEGY
The bridge still spans the road - with what design?
The rail that once crossed Ridgeway and vale to the sea
Erased and gone, with scarce residual sign
And barely more trace than near roads of Roman decree
From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and town across nation
'Til Arcadian slow lines were suddenly made to wain
Gone: the Market where cows sheep and pigs brought in telling perceptions
The images, noises and smells of the farms to the town
The tweeded farmers with leathery limbs and complexions
And gaiters of deepest sheen in a rich chestnut brown
Flaxen ropes, billhooks, pitchforks enough for a peasants' uprising
Spread along the High street and over the Corn Exchange square
While Newport Street furnished inns for all thirsts' reviving
And above all, the clock tower made skyline iconic and fair
Then was school run not cosseted, chauffeured, by car
But raced, skipped or dawdled through field, street, market and station
Our little world teamed with action, unscreened, with no bar
Of health and safety; adventure without filtration
In that world we seemed in different incarnation
Are we the same people, and do we now view the same place?
Can we yet discern immortality's intimation?
The adventure goes on though perhaps at a difference pace.
Categories:
cosseted, nostalgia,
Form:
Elegy
The need to be cosseted from reality
numbs our minds
creating a majority
of underdeveloped scared
squares.
boastful, ignorant belittlers
blur the lines between reality
and plastic utopia
hiding the complexities of the world
with coffees and cream and music and ********...
where did it all go wrong?
Categories:
cosseted, culture, judgement, political,
Form:
Free verse
SLEEPING BEAUTY AWAKENS TO FATE
Beauty shrouds its sovereign brilliance under extremes
The oppressive Black Forest of fairy tale dreams
Buried far below the palatial sunrise
Dressed in farmer’s jeans, burrs in golden nest
An orphaned princess plays, regality suppressed
Godmothers ensure her fingers bleed no spindle cries
Rose, cosseted from laughter - the lust, that hopes she dies
Malificent doth yearn to steal her enemy's royal crest
Mine ears hear music
A sultry song of beauty
O steed so strong ~ ride yonder
Magnificent prince!
My heart shudders ~ I’m frightened
Sifting winds doth change my fate
4/20/2017
Laura Loo’s Three Style III Contest
One couplet, One stanza, One sedoka
A-A; A-B-B-A-A-B; 5-7-7-5-7-7
Categories:
cosseted, fate, princess,
Form:
Verse
Easy Practitioners of Another Voodoo
While I was counting the cost of steak
And while depressed about her over weight
He was counting grains of rice
She was forced into a life of vice
And while the self righteous contemplate
Judgement day is a “next” meal “day” maybe “today” ( to late )
And the Judicial reprimands of “Burning Hell” are made
In the easy sanctimonious litany wealth
Bigots of the easy excuse
Sticking pins in those who have “no choice”
Easy practitioners of another voodoo
With punching high hand and waving bible
And while my tiny world revolves on petrol
And my tiny mind rumbles counting cholesterol
Their tiny portion evolves with racism
Their tiny lives end in starvation
This western ideology of comfortable supremacy
In this augmented and cosseted luxury
Of billable hours and ever enhanced entertainment
You sit back, just relax, and wait for the “Judgement”
Of voting and squabbling over opinion
While children “die” of malnutrition
And as my fast burger gravitates to the better bigger
It gives me the blind ignorant swagger
Of a bully in a play pen
Ignorant fool of devotion
Voodoo representative of a “Jezebel” nation
Indoctrination of the “money” dogma
Is our only inkling of our own propaganda
What dirt ? What Sorrow ? By life have we suffered
Have our hands buried children we Mothered and Fathered
Or have we forgotten how to identify
“And there, but for the grace of “God” go, “ I ”
While I was deducting the account of living
They were drawing water and smiling
And the pious sat back waiting for “Divine Wrath”
But those people knew what their water was worth
Easy practitioners of another voodoo
Sticking pins through the bible
Into those who have “no choice”
Bigots of the easy excuse
Categories:
cosseted, allegory, angst, food, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...
Analogous to my boyhood
cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
of mine years found me
deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour substitute
of my imagination
remaining safe within the causeway
of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque
unblemished near utopian day,
where trumped up "FAKE" danger
stoked courtesy of
anticipatory anxiety didst essay
when pinhead size
pores faux stressed
every epidermal square inch
populating skin oozing perspiration
along I-59 pro Roman
lix spittle sweaty freeway
precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons
unavoidably pitching me
into an inescapable fray
unlike late twenty somethings
(Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan,
whose cruel fate
at the hands of Isis militants
published online by Irish Times),
evinced carpe diem
existential Great Gatsby
live life to the fullest
created an extraordinary journey
(now forever immortalized as
daring adventurist trekkers)
with ample horseplay
deliberately, egregiously, fanatically
and wantonly killed,
when purely exalting in zest
promulgated by indomitable spirit
found me choked up,
a baby boomer i.e. west
tern civilized married bloke,
who opted to die vest
away from blatant uncertainty
never daring to experience unrest
outside a severely circumscribed perimeter,
exempt from a life
and death litmus test,
where very little harm extant,
when taking repast or rest
only ushering, venturing,
and taking, sans
quotidian cerebral quest
ensconced within four walls
without nary a pest
except...pet peeves of mine
within psyche built a nest,
nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast
whose predatory cannibalistic feast
comprises thine psychological state greased
with until mortality expires,
asper being temporarily lend leased.
Categories:
cosseted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Carpe Diem
MARCH LETS GO
On my knees, cosseted by blue jeans,
I tender the soil with magic beans.
March lets go of the Winter’s lien.
Clearing snow, dusting of royal green.
O the earth is suddenly Spring clean.
though stressed with Adam’s gene.
My multicolor flowers whisper as I lean
and I listen to their Shakespearean scene.
The lovely oaks hold each birdie while mother preens,
though storms might seize the branches, as they ween.
The story told, mankind sees as rather mean,
but God’s providence spurs on the flight of king and queen.
The ancient secrets of horticulture to glean.
A lovely morning walk with dewdrop sheen.
Spring choir of serendipitous joy so keen!
Rejoice, all life has sprung, after a long Winter’s lien.
3/8/2018
Contest: Michael Vacek’s Spring Fling Zing Thing King and Queen
Categories:
cosseted, spring,
Form:
Monorhyme
Mistletoe
From Christmas Eve to Christmas Eve
Mistletoe magic plays its parts.
Sticky berries. Evergreen leaves.
Decorate homes and capture hearts.
Cosseted by fresh hanging twigs.
Each house from fire protected.
The passionate young dance cute jigs.
And celebrate love connected.
Parasitic plant? Early morn.
Keystone ecology was set.
Nesting therein was safely born.
Spotted owl. Marbled Murrelet.
Mistletoe myths. Mistaken scorn.
Traditional kisses. Squeezed selves.
Joyful souls, uplifted, reborn.
Dreamy love lures enchanting elves.
Hang mistletoe above your door.
Before this passing year does end.
Stay safe throughout next year and more.
Happy New Year wishes begin!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 31, 2009
This Holiday tag about mistletoe was passed to me by Charmaine Chircop. (Soupmail me if
you would like to be tagged next.) Happy New Years, Soupers. With Love, Dane Ann
Categories:
cosseted, holidaychristmas, christmas, love, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Who decides what historical events adorn
textbooks students read,
hence a starry notion born
grew up while
this lumpenproletariat day dreaming,
Asian aw shucks husky
husbandry furrowed brow gritty farmer
barnstorming across
expansive fields of baby
(barely) barley corn
crib bed crop 'pon harvest time,
(an maize zing genre), especially
when enriched with humus
laden loamy muck cob bra,
then aye delightfully
trumpet from dehorn
of good 'n plenti kernel Sanders gave me
saluting rank and file fool's capped
fecund fashioned earthborn
dunce sing tassels,
versus growing seasons gone by,
when draught of ideas forlorn
despite futilely blowing on my flugelhorn
high and dry reap peat head paltry yield,
asper when this strapping chap
a sweaty backed greenhorn
pondering why agrarian laborious life of toil
omitted as part and parcel of "newsworthy"
posterity sagas deeming
shenanigans of highborn
and/or "FAKE" headlines crowd inborn
noble folks,
who grease palms of industrialists,
whose quaking self importance
thwarts aside rural cosseted
krummhorn grounded bumpkin mor'n
how kapellmeister coaches bourgeoisie
helping determine
zero absolute value of newborn
fated to slave away
till body electric outworn,
yet paradigm shift of
(butter late then ever)
jiffy popcorn version
sown by seeds of Jethro Tull,
whose bonhomie with brio didst reborn
agricultural revolution took root,
whence before long some did scorn
and lamented machinations
ordered simple existence ripped and torn,
where antithetical views suppressed
and unto revolutionaries
became legion and well-worn.
Categories:
cosseted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
erupting clouds
brown soil erupts with till.
more or less still, with seed.
growing pains burst ground,
cosseted by umbrella stem.
seeds of dandelion spread,
waving kisses as they spin.
sunflower magnifies in sky…
till
seed
stem
weed
sky
tired
birds
sigh
o’er
them. garter snake slithers, amidst anxious pansies and elephant ears.
gray clouds
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Categories:
cosseted, nature, weather,
Form:
Free verse