Best Shane 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
She:
Just hold me here close to your heart
Let me stay tranquil a while
This world has wrested my joy away
And has robbed me again of my smile
He:
I will hold you forever, part of my soul
To linger with me until time’s end
I will bring the joy back to your life
Your beautiful smile will transcend
She:
Just keep me here secure in your arms
Blissful and unaware of the strife
There are those around who wish me harm
Be Protector of my heart and life
He:
Forever I keep you safe in my arms
Within my soul you shall dwell
A refuge from the pain of the world
My love shield, your fear will dispel
She:
Calm and soothe me, please, cherish me
And in this haven, let me rest
There is sweetness that here abides
When I am pressed close to your chest
He:
In silent embrace our hearts are one
Find in me comfort and surcease of soul
My love shall buoy you through every storm
As our love the Angels extol
Written by Shane Cooper and Eileen Manassian
Thank you, Shane, for asking me to collaborate with you. I enjoyed it every much. I appreciate your support...Bless you, my dear.
My friend farmer Shane has perfected new breeds
His corn and soybeans he's planted from seeds,
An early morning riser,
Using no fertilizer,
He spends most of his spare time pulling weeds.
Written August 3, 2022
[for Farmer Shane]
A young man died and his family cried, they could not understand,
Why he was taken away from them on that day when life seemed ever so grand.
It just goes to show that you’ll never know, what will happen, when, where or how,
But what if you did, would you change things you said, would you put on a different show.
Or would you still be for all eyes to see the person that you always were.
A shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on, someone who was always there.
Someone once said you’re alive til your dead, never a truer word spoken,
But when you die young, songs are unsung and a million hearts become broken
I heard today of someone snatched away, someone who was one of my own
But I was unaware no one seemed to care or think to pick up the phone.
A families bond is supposed to be strong, so strong that it should never break
In times of gladness and even of sadness it’s our duty an effort to make.
An effort I say, it should not be that way it’s much deeper it’s something in built,
To pick up the phone or visit my home then there’s no need for feelings of guilt.
When families lose touch it shouldn’t take much to reunite with one another,
Cousin or nephew, niece, aunty or uncle and sometimes even sister and brother.
You just do not know when it’s your time to go so remember these words don’t forget
Because if you do you may one day too be filled with the deepest regret.
Solomon
A name that would sound of the Hebrew
Yet where I walk my skin color pronounces different
Solomon
A sound that reminds you of the wiseman and his mines
Or of his many wives
A gas chamber I never went too
A biblical verse I never entered
Solomon
A history of an irish girl
Who married with a runaway slave,
To give him a name a legacy
Solomon
Like the roots of my past,
Sturdy, strong and irreplaceable
I am just a girl with many accusations given to me
Farmer Shane went shopping today,
Bought some manure along the way
Dropped a bag on the road,
Truck too small for the load
Now he is spreading more than hay.
written October 7, 2021
An Irish paint brush
He's cured
In the mind of eternal angel
The clay wore warm in the knight
Espionage acting defiance before autumns
Panting gasping letter
A man in a fold
Absent Vote in hand
Shane, we are delivering Tara Gendron to
Summers Defiance in New York City
From L.A. Jazz
Santa Barbara Tara Gendron photography
Because Kendall has a news alarm clock
And I'm looking at new York canvas
Man in the mirror
Big lou Adler
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Copy print
He teaches desire as illusion in anger
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
An autumn leaf
Oh autumn trails
Bring pleasant winds
That never trail south
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Oils of mourning upended 1
Cabs crackling surrender
Before settings land
Dawns edge working from eve
Her lasting clay
I'm hear
In class
To paint
And understand
My musing
Tara Gendron
Of Santa Barbara
I was boring first
Then Tara's recital
Now juliard and exhibition New York
A blind reveal
Gaeity Opens
It's Aerosmith crazy meeting
guns n roses don't you cry tonight
The halo program
Saint child in passing
Deliberate New York Paint stations
Dead bourbons walk
Captured and Captures
Calls answering before touching tones
As innocence creates defiled creature
In abandon
Rare entrance of mature isolation exits
Eschers Criteria falls
As fall in season
Abandon aspect of perception is fault
Coercive insertion is natural here
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
I
The port on the Buffalo River
Joined the Indian Ocean
In southern Or South Africa
II
My matric students in 1981 and I
Became friends- I didnt do alcohol
With teacher friends (and fun stuff)
But the waves are still calling
Me and my new friends
Matric students Shane & Jaydeep
Gave me much that year (1981)
I gave little other than my teachers job ...
Thank you Jaideep Carson, Shane Muniya
And now Wendolene ( via East London)
Iii
The waves are like us humans
They forget they appear, live ... briefly
They run ahead, faster than others
But hotel Kennaway's balcony suite
Cleared one mystery in 2022:
The wave that comes ashore
Is not the one rushing toward us!
Those die or feed yet another Wave-hero
That does make a landing, but Washback
Are beautiful, mesmerizing, ephemeral
Lily – Shane – Buddy
By Franklin Price
07/24/2022
Lily, Shane and Buddy
Bringing sunshine to my door
In just a couple hours
Might just be a little more
Driving in Shane's brand new truck
Been on the road about a week
They're coming here to visit me
To look around and have a peek
Greeting them with home made tacos
Making sure they get their fill
They're family not company
They'll not be getting any bill
Lily is my own granddaughter
Shane is her best of friends
It could progress to more than that
On how things go, it all depends
Buddy is a friend to both
Walks with them in the parks
He doesn't have a lot to say
Has no words to speak, just barks
They will be here several days
Will be visiting with me
Whatever they would like to do
There are many sights to see
They're on an excellent adventure
Still have many miles to go
I'm one of their many stops
We'll have a grand old time, I know
Until Later
By Franklin Price
7/28/2022
Lily,Shane and Buddy
Are leaving here today
Their visit has been wonderful
Now they must be on their way
Other family to visit
Other places to explore
What a time I've had with them
Since they brightened up my door
Played dominoes into the night
Shane never cheated, he was fun
He asked me for my Lily's hand
I said yes, you are one
We climbed the highest mountain
In the Eastern U.S.A.
Walked across the bridge of flowers
Where the Dirty Dancers played
We hiked along the river Broad
Shane and Buddy walked across
Buddy fetched sticks from the water
That the three of us would toss
Last night was the last night
We finished up by playing scrabble
Lily made up several words
Shane looked up all her babble
It's now early in the morning
They're still sleeping 'cross the way
They came, with love, to visit
Get permission, and to play
I gave them my God's blessing
For their marriage that's to be
They'll continue they're adventures
Hand in hand, upon life's sea.
There are two loving angels
which make me happy everyday
For these sweet angels
everyday I do pray
For how they make me feel
is very hard to explain
They make me fell cared for, loved,
and for the most feel sane
When they entered my life
I would have never of guessed
That because of these angels
I would be so happily blessed
They ignited great feelings inside me
Which i'll never forget
My joy just kept growing
from the first time we met
Love, honesty, and trust,
Belief and inspiration
Protection and forgiveness
Understanding, communication
For all these things plus more
on me my angels can depend
They're just some of the ingredients
belonging in a friend
Even though I believe
They are going to do fine
I'll just try my best
when they need help down the line
For when they're confused
and they're judgement is poor
I'll help to unscramble the baffle
in hopes they choose the right door
But, whatever they choose
I'll try to give them direction
because in my eyes
they're already perfection.
The ball of the century that took Gatting’s wicket
The best leg spinner of the game called cricket
A larrikin son of the Great South Land
He had an arsenal of balls at his command
The sun shone brightly when he appeared
There was only one Warney oh how we cheered
The team towered higher when he was around
With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown
His wrongun and googly were something to see
He’d bowl you around your legs so great was he
So we remember him as the all time great
Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Desperate to reach success
Desperate to live,
Cold and kind
Desperate to give.
Gentle and Rough
Two worlds apart,
Strong, fearless
A man with heart.
In touch with himself
A brother, a son,
Music in his veins
A lonely one.
Eyes of blue
That tell the truth,
Misunderstood
His words are few.
Desperate to play
Desperate to love,
For just to sing
Is not enough.
The man I know
The world cannot tame,
The strong-spirited man
Who I call Shane.
Losing you left a
hole in my heart
like a void that
will never fill
you were taken
from me so
sudden never
giving me a Chance to say
good bye
As time goes on
my sorrow lessens
but never leaves me
I'm ever morning what
could have been
but never was
I whisper your name to the
wind hoping you know
you'll always live on in my
heart
Good bye my friend
until we meet again