Short Coddles Poems
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A good shot of Irish Mist
Of Bailey a dram
Then some Irish Cream to taste
Cuppa coffee warm
Heart coddles waiting
Taste buds awetting
All wedding
Skoal
Form:
To all those fallen poets
sifting fields of words
i will help them grow
describing pain that melts the snow
and a glow the darkness coddles
let me get sum right
On unbearably pleasant days
she beckons the ferryman
to taxi her to the
dark places of her past
to stock up on bitterness,
envy, rancor
a delusional cocktail for the
attention-starved addict
with the trademark, fatalistic,
false sense of power.
Self-respect makes a break for it
while she coddles demons in her sleep.
Form:
When I close my eyes and look into the darkness
I see the reverse image of swirling time
Glimpses of you, but you are not there
Like Schrödinger's cat, you are alive and dead
But all it takes is a potion
And my eyes will remain closed for eternity
The ease of which, has its own damnation
For this life still coddles and excites
And allows me to weep and moan
When I close my eyes and see you in the darkness
How luscious the ripened grapes, purple sweet
Enthralling us in their leafy bower
Where a lush orchard coddles yield every hour—
Moonlight and dawn gloss velvet skins replete
With bathed nectarine turning into wine…
An elixir when our affection glows :
Cabernet , more precious than scented rose
As lovers’ mouths sip of romance divine!
Contest of Brian Strand: Late Feb 2019
The greatest pretender in the sky
is a thief in wings
and sings and sings in purloined folly.
A burlesque bird first loots a throat
then coddles every stolen note
and assembles every syllable
Then one by one in choral mime
as though true specie in the air
acts with incipit pompous dare.
And what honest notes could sound
that author care the see
that invention were an honest gift
achieved with authenticity.
Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough
Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles in lessening touches of soft
Feeling the light before it lands
Written: January 26, 2026, for contest Sponsored by: John Anderson
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Not frail, but a supple whisper,
timidity softened into grace,
a slope bending with light.
Syllables flow, languid yet nimble,
bursting like a jovial colloquy,
round and full at the edges.
Curves of ink lean forward,
thick black against white,
a clamor of elegance denied.
It coddles my flaws,
rebukes steady fear,
and leaves me lissome in memory.