Long Cope Poems
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She hugged her shoulders in the morning mist,
the sun struggled to pierce the charcoal shroud,
beside her someone turned, his lover kissed,
she left as he dissolved into the crowd.
The platform full, she stared along the rails,
he said he'd be along on the next train,
last chance for them, or else the marriage fails,
ten years to make it work, but all in vain.
He left for someone else, she could not cope,
another man like him she would not find,
her thoughts now focussed on this one last hope
when someone rushing pushed her from behind.
He heard the guard say 'please remain inside'
and thought 'I hope she's not seen someone's died'...
For contest 'Your finest Sonnet', sponsor Mark Massey
22nd July 2018
Every day’s a card game
And so there’s always hope
Each shuffle of the deck may bring
Just what we need to cope.
Though life is never easy,
People’s challenges may vary
And the cards we’re dealt may seem
Unfairly arbitrary.
There’s comfort, though, in knowing
Others grapple with their hand,
Possibly in ways which we
Could never understand.
Life’s a fickle dealer
So we take the cards we get
And when the deck’s been good to us,
It’s still not safe to bet.
For aces do not guarantee
That things will go our way.
A good luck streak will never keep
Adversity at bay.
We play the hand we’re given
And resort to strength within,
For at times we may get lucky
And just possibly, we’ll win.
Now at an advanced crotchety age
namely three score plus one Earth
orbitz around the nearest star,
yours truly revisits
poignant episodes foisting
launching snapchatting
one after another crisis
sidelining ability to cope
pursuing life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
whiz hard by at light speed.
Though just a kid during third industrial revolution,
I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog
at being on the cusp, when infrastructure
(regarding blueprint describing
information superhighway,
technological/computer transformation
would when soon after graduating
Methacton high school
(mine alma mater)
quickly usher The Fourth Industrial Revolution
a way of describing the blurring of boundaries
between the physical, digital, and biological worlds,
a fusion of advances in artificial intelligence (AI),
robotics, the Internet of Things (IoT), 3D printing,
genetic engineering, quantum computing,
and other technologies.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain
dousing love's spark; and as you cry,
passion's flame begins to die.
For all your pleadings were in vain:
and every lie summons a tear,
that drowns your hurting heart in fear.
Treating you with scorn and disdain,
leaves little room for love to bloom:
despite the babe within your womb.
He fabricates lies to explain,
although you've heard them all before;
and don't believe him anymore.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain:
and it's getting harder to cope,
clinging to dwindling strands of hope.
And yet, you'll take him back again,
and try to cope the best you can;
for you're afraid to lose your man.
The trickling teardrops fall like rain,
for all of your pleadings were in vain.
Treating you with scorn and disdain,
he fabricates lies to explain.
He doesn't love you; that much is plain.
And yet, you'll take him back again.
Rhyme: AABB
Rhythm: Trochaic tetrameter. i.e.,
Each line as: BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah BAH-bah
1 “Hi, Corona, thy name means crown.
But all thy deeds in pain us drown.
Many losing jobs, homes and hope,
Are not sure how they now will cope.
2 For months schools and colleges closed,
For us many problems have posed.
Online class is not fun, my friend.
Good if soon it comes to an end.
3 Deaths one million by September.
Scary number to remember!
Why hast thou become a killer?
Please, leave us, mad graveyard filler!”
4 “I am only a messenger.
Neither killer, nor avenger.
Many see me as an evil.
But the wise will see my goodwill.
5 God, your great and loving Father,
Sees you drifting from Him farther.
Fun and entertainment centered,
You are now much conscience blunted.
6 Money you chase; but not wisdom,
Depth in spirit, or God’s Kingdom.
With your science and tech power,
You think you're a mighty tower.
7 God sent me to help you to see
Powerless how you are. Hence flee
From all your sins. Follow God’s way.
Then I'll fly away, as you say.”
Posted: 20 October 2020
Updated: 22 November 2020
Classroom of grade three,
A Newcomer makes an entry,
I stand on the other side of table ,
Am telling them a children's fable,
To welcome him is my pride,
Teacher just stands beside,
Taken aback at first glance,
A frozen consistent stance,
Before I could think of a start,
Teacher assigned me a new part,
To apprise him , till now the done work,
Enable cope up with rest, with little effort,
That's what I had heartily wanted,
God had taken my wish as granted,
Knowing each other was not just by chance,
Soulful in love, attracted at first glance !
Written on 6/7/14
Contest- At first glance
Sponsor- Jared Pickett
Life has been filled with holdbacks
not easy to overcome, feel little hope
especially in the early days growing up
it took so many years to learn to cope
Every school day was a dread
tension and anxiety were in control
had hatred of every school day
free, was not for it was so stolen
All of this made me stammer
every word was a battleground
even after school and at work
struggled socially so hard to sound
Now reached my seventieth year
look back on all I've come through
many ups and downs but still sain
God was there spiritually made me anew
There's been many kinds of therapies
to tackle my problem through the years
all helped a little but no transformation
still, no way to cast away my fears
I've been married on two occasions
very happily with a lovely life for support
this has been to know what's true love
to keep me going, not want to run short
I've found contentment to accept life
no matter what comes across my way
speaking slowly is easier to adapt
thanking God for His strength every day
The theory of negativity is relevant to me,
it really sums up my whole reality.
I'm casually nearing the point of insanity,
being out grappled by its gravity.
It groped as it grabbed and dragged me to the slope,
seems too bad I'm helpless to this disaster,
hash tag can't cope and backstabbed by hope
accelerating uncontrollably faster.
I could have been the King of Kindle
if I could motivate myself and mingle,
but I just sit sad and I stay single,
moping like I'm dopey and simple.
Repeatedly sat here with this pad and pen,
feeble efforts to release this sadness again.
Creative expression with rhyme and reason,
a mono-poet pressing ink of this winter season.
Easy rhymes displease me but they express,
I lay clichés feeding my level of stress,
can you sense the negative air, positiveless,
yeah, I force the rhyme because I'm useless.
The theory of negativity is present,
anxiety prevents my movement,
stationary in this poetry settlement,
the impact of wordplay is insignificant.
There is no climax, I'm sliding with a rash,
depression likes to taunt so I won't crash,
it's all about the gashes it'll slash,
another poem, another out lash.
Miss Adventure liked to be doing some activity
Climbing in the tallest tree or swimming underneath the sea
Up a mountain, in a cave, doing something really brave
On a surf board where she’ll crave the fullest and the fastest wave.
Sometimes flying in the sky, leaping out... why o why?
All that daring-do... or die, isn’t something I would try
Steep, and yet we know she’ll cope, as she climbs the rocky slope
At the top, with faith and hope, leaps with an elastic rope
Speeding at a manic pace, as we humans race the race
To a very distant place, she’s the face of outer space
NASA said at Ursa Centra, no way back from where we’ve sent ya
Were that me I’d lose my denture, but then my name’s not Miss Adventure
Each morning dawn brushes paint across the sky,
pastel colors to herald the rise of sun's golden eye.
He warms the earth. Dew's moisture he'll dry
before the world is waking.
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking.
Sunrise lights the world as if it were enchanted.
Beauty surrounds us but nature is taken for granted,
marred by opinions, biased and slanted.
Hostility is of mankind's making.
Memories of soldiers as they marched off to war,
Some never returned, and others living with the encore
of battles fought and lost, wondering what it was for.
Nightmares that wake them, shaking.
But with each morning arrives glowing rays of hope.
Glimmers a new day brings and with it a way to cope
with life's hardships that make us walk a tightrope.
It's a painstaking chore: peacemaking.
The day will come when there will be an end of strife
in a world where corruption and fear are rife.
There will be no more war. Men will sheath the knife
Life will be idyllic, for which hearts have been aching.