Coddling Poems | Examples

If caught coddling at Coldplay

Time was each bullet bore some name,
Each lens now does nigh but the same.
Privacy’s all but dead
If not on a deathbed,
Love at Coldplay? Ne’er a lens blame.
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Happenings |32.07.2025| humour, life, love
Note: Yes, privacy is all but dead. Social media have put it on a deathbed. If there’s any doubt, what happened recently in a public performance of Coldplay the ubiquitous lens should remove it.

LEAVE

Packing, picking up, and heading out...

It's time to see what it's all about.

Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown___

Now, this may sound a bit foolish...

But perhaps it's just schoolish.

A time for some learning...

Get out and feed your yearning.

A time to leave...

Out toward your dreams you must cleave.

This can be or seem scary...

But for the hero, it is necessary.

Leaving the comfort and coddling blanket of home

The same place where you started to feel so alone

Out, out into the great yonder...

Away into the vastness to discover as you wander.



Abraham had to do it.

And so did Joseph.

John the Baptist did it.

And Jesus, when he left Nazareth



So, go on as others have before...

A hero's journey is not one to fear or abhor.

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves
	splash across the earth
	with colors from Monet’s palette
	hastened by the chilling winds

Autumn leaves
	litter paths through woods
	redolent of musky-sweet smells
	accented by sugar-cone crystals

Autumn leaves
	shake and scatter day dreams
	posing insatiable predilection
	evoking cuddling and coddling

Autumn leaves
	memories of those we’ve lost
	those we’ve yet to meet
	fall within our hearts

My Divorce

I still remember that day as if it were today
The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away

One may think that on that day I would have been sad
But contraire monsieur, on that day I was oh so glad

I was glad because I had returned to me
I was becoming more healthy and back to being free

Goodbye to artificial sugar and its trappings 
So long to ice cream and incessant ginger snapping

Good riddance to confused coddling and co-dependency 
Sickly love transactions with its debilitating jealousy 

Adios to the glass bottle and all of its fake drunken confidence 
I'm drinking alkaline water now, Great energy, I behold, with no more somnolence 

To the lil' stinky ciggies and doobies... so long
My lungs are so grateful and now I can smell my cologne

Oooh! Let's not forget the good ol' frenemies 
Just plotting,  scheming, and snickering with very dark energies 

So if you couldn't tell by now, I'm elated about my divorce
I rediscovered myself and I got married to 'Source.'

Ordered discord

Smeared In a pattern.
This Rorschach abstraction.
Flowing like satin.
In cascading fashion.

Symmetry, mimicry.
Mirroring the mind.
Coddling, throttling.
Either or is fine.

Full to bursting.
Ache encephalitis.
In many minds of how this building 
pressure will ignite us.

"Ticky tacky" tinderboxes.
Longing for the flame.
Effigies of rememberance.
Not all burn the same.

The beauty of the sanguine bloom, 
detonator primed.
T-minus the countdown.
Get on with the ride.

Functional, nominal.
Broken by design.
Apathy, empathy.
Whatever's left is mine.

In written depiction.
This Incessant chatter.
An empty inscription.
For a mindless matter.

No Solution

Silence and violence,
but never any solace.
Blaming and shaming.
Never any taming.
This side or that side?
Never any combined...
forces for the good,
no one is understood.
A senseless cycle,
an endless spiral.
Sad thing of tragedy,
is it's predictability.
From the first crisis,
to the endless...
reinforced programs,
coddling the madman.
We care, then we don't.
We pray, then we hope.
Woke and then helpless.
Tired and then restless.
Brave, and then not.
Action! Then, we stop.

Kaalnek Kuiken Is Gone

Two Fridays ago, a fowl thief 
Ruled over hearts, pets, relationships
Broke in (burglary) during my absence
Took Mr. Five (her half- brother) for his unearned pot
I just pray Kaalnek, our baby & pet, was not
Twice victim of a teen thief, safe in my hood
Why? The questions in south Africa, coddling crime

II: We forgive but Justice is the LORD'S:
 
Please join my miracle prayer, Kaalnek yet lives. The thief was trying to sell a chicken 4 days after the theft. I do surrender to God's will in thus matter, too 
Amen. Shalom, shalom

P.S. Neighbors disclosed the thief, Jojos, son of Man-man, a shebeen owner or homebase alcohol seller. I did give chase when folk pointed Jojos out to me, but he got away. A police report has been filed

She Is Never Too Old For Hugs

Lucia is growing up to be a lady, her mother said.
She is too old for hugs and kisses.
She is eight! I protested. Still a baby.
You are coddling her. She has to grow up.

Understanding her mother’s feelings, I ignore this advice.
I think eight-year-olds need reassuring hugs and kisses.
I think they need to fling themselves onto a lap.
I will coddle her as much as I like.

Because I will blink my eyes 
and she will be married with her own babies.
My daughter does not understand this yet.
But soon she will.

The Stars Are Black Tonight

The stars are black tonight
they understand this indigo grief
to honor you they dip their crowns 
into the ink well of infinity...

The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried blood
a heart wedged between tide and reef
the stars are black tonight my love.

Will I ever embrace the grace of truer days, 
you coddling a nearly dead beloved pet
or giving your time to that raggedy gent... 
the thickest of your defenses
stripped of all veneer..
the stars are black tonight 
the stars are black tonight my dear.

This night lies, queerly tilted in mind
I've dreamt of you in thorny places
that I'd never care to seek nor find
I'd much rather go completely blind
the stars are black tonight my shine.

I imagine your skin kissing the cold earth
rain waters tickling that red kelp hair
swaying to the drum beats blight
of the final rest there's no respite
the stars are black tonight my blight
the stars are black tonight.

Unbreakable Heart

   Go ahead, make my day!
   Try and crush me if you can.
   I see it as child's play!
   Those that tried, only encouraged me.
   Heartbreak is not my reality!
   
   
   It's the springboard for me to fly,
   In transformational directions.
   New love is my desired projection.
   I don't need coddling protection.
   
     
    This is when, I am at by very best.
    Let's see~if you can pass my test.



                 1/24/2021
                      ~2~

Quantum Crucifictions

Driving in sought direction, a new desire visible 
Slick road delivers destined distance, crystal gleam
Wetness formed by years old tears, bidding for
Proximity begged obligation, historic tenuous team

Mother does his washing, aged forty dependant
Criticises his seldom made choices for connection 
Coddling lacerates love's potential, fear fettered
Prods using paucity, short sighted home protection

Puncture of gilded needles harass prone hands
Punishing silver artillery pummels vulnerable palms
Window low limb conveys wrath of rain's chants
Demands from conflicted agendas tug rugged arms



     
     20th January 
    -  at one's peril to become involved with a man 
    whose Mother or ex wife does his house work

Thresh's Halloween

They're polishing their broomsticks
and sharpening their hats
Catching little spiders
and feeding them to bats

Howling at their cauldrons
and cackling to cats
Cradling wooden stir sticks
and babbling for spats

Mixing up their potions
and yelling out their spells
Rebelling that they're no good
and relishing their Hells

Rising up to bubbles
and thinning out to steam
Cautious of the vapors
and crazy as a meme'

Holding out for new moon
and precious as it seems
Coddling for the season
A Thresh's Halloween!


I wrote this poem based on one I found
on the internet by Lillian Moore.
Here is her version of the poem from
the book Spooky Rhymes and Riddles



Poem about THEM

THEY
  polish their broomsticks,
  sharpen their hats,
  catch some spiders,
  feed the bats,
  try out some yowls
  with all the cats.
THEN
  witches are ready for
YOU
KNOW
WHEN!


-by Lillian Moore

Christmas That Can

Christmas is coming.
There's snow in the air.
A melody playing
our hearts can't compare.

Where hopes we are coming
to peace in the land
Bring feeling's of settling
for lord of the grand

That spirits worth coddling
are love for all man
When hopes for each other
bring Christmas that can.

Coddling Greed

hiding from the rest
man's drive to own what's not his
becomes obsession

13 July 1019

Don'T Buy It

Don't buy it,
Scatter the wishes,
However (desperate and maligned),
For all of them,
The (murmur) and the (mesmerized),
Youth-paid homage,
Ill-afforded, unattended and
Graciously subversive,
By aged animals nodding
Approval against the (backdrop)
Of their worst intentions,
Hope that eloquence, depth,
Perceived connection and
Immersions of familiarities
Will get everyone laid,
Plush boy smiles, admits his
Voyeurism needs polishing,
(Languishing),
Sip from scourge's
Crystal goblet,
Teardrops by the glassful,
Ah, the epiphany,
It's a gay quorum,
A foreign swath of fashion sense,
Pickled on the petunia,
The green, sunny willow,
Swaying, to drunken breeze,
And smiles, complacencies,
At least they have
The good (sense) and fortune,
Rouge, textured rhythms,
Bass-plucking fires,
Snapping horns dotting the air,
Straight mutes coddling
The wicked goods,
And snare and pound,
The beat drives straight,
No need getting off,
When you're on baby!

(6/27/05)

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