Cosset Poems

Opposites Interact

Warm blooded creatures, yet as the heat of the day retreats, we crave warmth to cosset our souls. 
While the moon controls the tides, human flesh being mostly water, becomes ensnared in the heavenly body’s power. 
Elements of nature, diametrically opposed yet both compel us in equal measure. 
Fire dances, alive, organic, consuming its prey. No two sparks ever behave as twins, always the rogue, the lone wolf. Each lick out for its own gains, taking with it the fuel of life and energy as burnt a thousand suns before. 
Water moves en mass, as one, yet each droplet surging alone but toward its one kind. 
As a murmuration of birds on the wing, Independant yet intrinsically linked. Each individual  yet the whole depends on it. 
Still despite all this, I cannot truly explain why our very human nature draws us, lures us, demands of us to take notice, when we see fire or water, these two opposing forces. These two spirits which compete for space though in combination cause steam to rise, obsidian to form and planets to become barren rocks devoid of both. Still, when faced with these two elements we always find time to stop and stare.

It

I can’t just ignore how tight it hugs me
How it caresses through my soul
How it exposes pretence of innocence overhaul
A touch of it sending goose bumps all over me
I can’t hide anymore, from beautified macabre
Coz its radiance reveals my dark silhouette
The mask unmasked, pulled off and shoved off
Am its pushover, adjunct to its whims and in it swept off
I can’t resist how I slide along its gooey surface
Ever since its appearance, smoothening rough edges,
My entire itinerary requisite sufficed
Back and forth am pushed, taking past hooey serious
To extremities that I could dare not imagine were precious
I sloth at time wasted on fingle-fangle,
With tremor and cowardice, had waved off
And wafted away pots upon pots of inviting cosset
But with it, my tour de force is world class and it I covet
The urge to stretch forth, pluck and sink my teeth
In both poisonous and supple, sweetened sour, to pleasure writhe
Lowering my bucket so deep in their pristine cisterns,
To just drink and drink from their forbidden cool rith
And quench my thirst, decade old thirst
As they call my name amid a bene placito!

Substantiated

Am no longer hollow
Look through my mind, silently listen to my thoughts
Do they still whisper pessimism?
Knock at my grit, does it resound with resilience
Do you feel ambers of penultimate ambience?  
If you see shallow graves of past mob injustices
Furrows of harrowing experience and unpleasant apprentice
Let it ring that am collected and mended, primed for what lies ahead
Am fast filling up eroded self and taming every drop
Just to ensure I don’t run dry and thirst after turning a blind eye
I’m not cracking down and shrinking lifelessly,
Neither am I experiencing the former, sticking to the shell of bygones 
Am on heels to the latter, in hot pursuit of the future envisioned
As I chase the status quo, I know I’ve odds to defy, emblazons to relive
Shun history, maybe rewrite it, and totally purge tinted self
Bruised and mired, just panting and longing for cistern site
For all my life I’ve tasted no cosset, storms being my chum 
Every day launching fresh brand of gull
And my feeble feet journeys on regardless
As joints grumble at every inch made
Every mileage made spurring fresh emotions
To just keep going
Keep going!

Graduation Day

Heat, in the shade, with a drink and a parade - of graduates, blue and gold. An army sent out to take on the world. Proud. Politics takes over as the principal wields the pulpit. The valedictorian - smart and charming.

In the P.M., as the sun slowly dips, clouds cosset the next batch. Less formal and a smaller set of graduates, dressed in black and gold. At first glance less attractive in comparison to the morning glow. But this student body has heart.

The salutatorian blesses God, as her speech ends. The valedictorian tells us (them) to drive kind whether we walk or are masked in our cars. And the principal is student-centered. Oh what a wonderful man to have in charge. 

Puffed chest. Proud of both graduates. Whether an individual in glorious and flowery fold or the everyday crowd, may God bless their souls. May they use all the intelligence, wisdom, charm and grace to bless the human race.

O my soul. My heart beats.

7/18/2020

If I Am Not This Then Who

Betimes in the noiseless, scary night;
Whenne the Moon and the Stars winkle not as bright'.
Thy child, O My Lord! Recline beneath thy Firmaments
Whenne the greed to surpass beseech Divine for armaments.

Bless me- Almighty! A drop of thy might,
I 'm blind, my Benefactor! A bit of thy divine sight. 
I'm esurient for edification and surreal humanity;
O my deity, for thy modicum omniscience and eternity.

Heed my Father, Regard! Thy henchman's dilapidated 
Please cosset haste , He's ruffled and mutilated
Braving myself and praying as the sky is louring
An indigent in your unearthly self; his entity He's scouring. 

He envisages  too: My Lord! is thee thinkin' Am  I true?
Then tell  Thy Majesty- if I am not THIS then who? 
                                                                    (Am I)

Dawn's Eve

deep sleep:

day’s mirth reposed in darkness.
bed snores undisturbed.

cool pillows,
cosset of silky sheets.

awakening:

dawn’s eve bestows -
exhumed mysteries,

words that breathe
from a restless book,
and undisturbed petition.

second sleep:

decompressed pillow sighs.
burdens rest on heaven’s chest.

a seed buried in quietude 
illuminates on silver wings,

as my midnight eyes
close before sunrise.

5/6/2017

Birds Without Cages

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

Blessed With Bare Feet

chartreuse signs of motherhood
     slender fingers cosset her prayer


Kim Rodrigues © 2017

For Tim - You Know Why

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

Liquid Thought

I lay there immersed in the cosset wrap
skin smoothed into endless
the liquid thoughts on languish endless
a stretch of bone in muscle seeking comfort
finding peace for a moment
peace from the ceaseless jackhammers
leave me be
alone in the warmth of darkness

There is no plague of light
a floating “ I ” in a starless eye
only responds in breath, at one time, breathe
at one time breath
and coverts endless thoughtless
it disappears to fumble with nothing else
and hold distraction worthless
a pocket of solace indeterminate

I would sleep but for the intensity, of darkness
freed from the crash jolts incessant
and bark up this coughing “ leave me be ”
as it strains my palms behind my eyes ………………… !
Melt, melt away
and one time only breathe
the colours vanquished
and the darkness intercepted

Distracted by the silence 
a penetrating presence suffuses lasting stillness
leave me be
leave me be
empty out the vault and cluttered
that hammered cripple I drag myself through
at one time the only thought to breathe
perched upon the edged of peace

I lay here
I am there
floating formless of liquidity
let myself of empty rest
in the liquid thought … less

In Your Hands

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

Chris Christie

Chris Christie
a delusional passage to glory that's missed he
back, back to the Bridge
awaiting announcements, go cosset the fridge.

Come Comfort Me

come comfort me caress me
city frightens me like never before
close in hold me tight embrace
circling vultures dont let me sleep

i couldnt sleep last night thinking of you
how much i love you and long for you
n the very thought of your love made me ecstatic
n i flew in my dreams to the eternal
world of love on your colorful [colourful}
wings floating on blue clouds

come cajole me coax me
cosset me censure me
care take citadel

when you embrace me tight
when you kiss me hard
when your breath blinds my eyes

i feel fearless happy secure
blissful

Crystalline Number Three

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

Fancy Stranger

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!

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