Best Cots Poems

(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete goo,
vials of vile biology,
a tempest of sperm and ova,
neatly confined...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece,...

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Hello Friend!
You are welcome! 
Don’t underrate that we are boasting about ourselves.
Don’t treat us as the suppliers of the basic needs only.
Try to reach our inner voice.

When you get disturbed, 
You can come and roam under this canopy. 
You certainly feel the ambience pious and...

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Making the In-Laws Welcome

By Elton Camp

“Visiting will be my sister & her mate Jim.
Penny warned, “Fred, you be nice to them.”

“Maybe they should stay at a hotel,
But still see that you treat them well.”

Fred prided himself on his guile
So he tried to hide an evil...

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The season, spring year 2031. 
One year went by and 
Delilah was 4 months pregnant 
When Molly Was 6 months 
pregnant. Other Then that, the
passed months were
Unremarkable. The ages of 
Damian's children and their 
Mother's were as follows: 
Delilah, 30 years old her children 
Damian...

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Two grizzled master sergeants repaired to the NCO Club to cry in their beer.
Their jawing invariably turned to discussing the 'old army' of yesteryear.
They grew up in the 'brown shoe' army and of it they liked to reminisce.
'Twas 'happy hour', beer was cheap and their...

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 "Nicholas Street Jail is a real place"

The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
the conditions were inhumane and appalling,
on the top floor was death row with only one way out.

It closed in 1972 (hangings had not...

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was hot had cots
we dance a lot
 it  was years end
old friends
new year about begin
we got started
it was
BOAT PARTY...

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The shoes display themselves in racks,
In lines of oddities without their partner shoe,
All kinds of people enter and to them make tracks,
To survey, try on these leathers of every hue.
The shoes wait not knowing who will want to buy
Unknown to them their future or even...

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THE PITY PARTY
The husband of a working woman
Oh! Poor man
Coming home to rooms so dusty
Coming home to air so musty
Coming home to sinks so rusty.

The husband of a working woman
Oh! Poor fella
Arriving home to empty pots
Arriving home to unmade cots
Arriving home to loo with dots.

The...

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They sat in love below a willow tree,
And from afar, they heard the rumbling sea.
He looked at her; green eyes seemed full of tears.
He asked what's wrong, afraid he saw some fears.
I am afraid, she said. I dare not tell.
The vale is vast, and flowers...

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O, Mighty King of Igneous and Summer,
Cape the earth within an icy quilt
And freeze the damned in their cots.
All without enough covering
To remain warm,
Yet enough food alone to remain strong ---
Freeze, mighty King.
Let their knee caps grow frigid
And their lives cease to exist,
Then tomorrow
They’ll wake...

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Don't wake me as you're passing
'Cause you'll interrupt my scheme
I may look like I'm sleeping
But I'm living out a dream

I chose this place to linger
It's my favorite resting spot
It lies between the bakery
And the mission with the cots

I close my eyes and drift away
To memories...

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This poem is too mean, too rude, too unkind.
I can never post it.  I do not want them to know
There is an ounce of meanness 
In the persona of me that I dare to show.

This poem has the word poop. What was I thinking?
It...

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Turn to quenching winds; cherish what you can't see.
Learn to study vastness rippling at sea.

Birds watch you from high as they tranquilly soar.
Words elevated mend a heart that's sore.

Songs of praise are the greatest compliment.
Strong and gentle, our natures complement.

Thoughts of gratitude charm, expressed aloud.
Cots,...

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