Long Coopers Poems

FATTI GLI AFFRI TUOI THE SIMPLE PLEASURE OF LIFE IS ALL WE REALLY OWN IN THIS LIFE I TRIED TO TELL YOU BUT YOU SURROUNDED YOURSELF WITH A CONVOY OF HATRED TO MURDER ME I...

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The Cooee-booroo was Irish, a migrant to this land, 
who fled his native Galway and the grip of famine's hand. 
For fifteen years he'd forged a life 'round Goulburn, New South Wales, 
though sought his...

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It was in the Barley Tavern, on a normal Friday night,
I’d ordered flatty tails and chips for tea, before I’m sitting down,
with a schooner full of Coopers stout, when I caught a sight,
of Curly Easson...

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Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise,...

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Tonight, my soul, be still and sleep;
The storms are raging on God’s deep—
God’s deep, not yours; be still and sleep.

Charles H. Spurgeon
(Streams in the Desert)

DAY OF DELIVERABLES

italian sausage with banana
peppers in a sesame seed bun.
earlier...

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The 
strong 
and 
the 
hopeless 
are 
screaming. 
Getting 
strewn 
out 
by 
harassment 
by 
the 
season. 
I 
hate 
cops 
and 
the 
new 
president 
because 
of 
solid 
reason. 
Legalized 
prostitution's 
got 
prostitutes 
raped 
by 
the 
cops. 
Gays...

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A classic metal made of vibranium steel alloy,
An offensive and defensive weapon that could decoy;
Though an illusory creation of comical books,
Had become part of culture with pretty attention-hooks...!

A concave disc; thick in diameter; weighing twelve...

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'Tis said that God loves all His creatures great and small.
Here are just a few of them - I can't begin to name them all!
He loves us one and all the whole world wide from...

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Smote the ‘lump’ upon the ‘drive’
The ancient oak did groan,
Smote it down a second time –
And not a stave did moan.

Riven hard and driven tight
The chime hoop bore the load,
Its rivets creaked; an iron child...

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I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.

Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me; 
you were not invited to partake of my produce!

Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard?...

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Did I learn a worthy trade?  Study war as a warrior? 
Was I a helper, a first responder,
nurse, nanny, priest, pumpkin farmer,
a horny handed laborer,
did I lecture nitwit’s on the liberal arts or economics?
None...

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I sit under the trees

Later
My neighbor said
“I enjoyed watching you pray.”

“What do you mean?”

“You sat there so still
Head tilted up for a very long time.”

“I suppose so
But actually I was entranced
By the crowns of the...

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When I stood my face, to steal a glance
You stood your face, to steal a glance
When I caught the thief, catching a thief
You arrested me, I chained you

The sun had just dropped, I had not...

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Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this...

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Sergeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this...

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Sargeant!
SIR.
As you were.
We must take hill 43.
Air strike,
First.
Then the worst.
You'll lose half your company.
Cooper, Johnson,
O'Riely, Smith.
Another Mission;
This is OUR fifth.
Charge! said Sarge.
And charge We did.
Into a living HELL.
Death the only smell.
Should Company B forget this...

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You should check some Brussels, its really a treat
To stroll on, protected by troopers
Fast people in Brussels their cigarettes lit
With ignition key of old Coopers
They serve freshest mussles in Brussels, you must
Leave on a table...

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Mist rises from the valley floor

Sunshine peeks over the mountain top

silhouetting the Coopers Hawk
  
soaring in the southern breeze

I sit in my old oak rocking chair

drinking my dark black coffee taking it all in.

Mornings...

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The superintendency of No part 1
Could by no means imagine 
That such a simple phrase 
Could make such 
A paradigm impact in ones’ vitality
Who gave you permission 
To have the audacity 
To live your life...

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There is a headstone in the Outback
About a Halfway along the Birdsville track
Written on it Thomas William Noel Treloar
Who was accidentally drowned in Coopers Creek’s fatal shore

He was aged in years six and twenty
Dying on...

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