Short Coterie Poems
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Ever since my lobotomy
I buy tickets in the lottery,
and the day that I win
I'll be invitin' in
everyone in my coterie.
Entered in Susan Burch's Lottery Ticket Limerick Contest for Feb 2, 2012.
Body flaws twinkle
in mirrored iridescence.
A radiant macula
bestowed by angels
to chasten the achromatic
who sculpt and chisel
a painted coterie
of obscene perfection
for high born masquerades
vaunting pristine vision.
Exposed to types of poetry
a coterie
of poet friends
great poems pen
I wish that I could read them all
from that I fall
the mountain climb
there is no time
How satisfying to belong
we're growing strong
our dear peer group
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The carefree menagerie
a very merry coterie
of holiday lovers, and
well-heeled brothelers
they rarely miss a chance
to freeload for free
Not stranded at borders
shell-shocked from orders
~ no pretense of royalty
old and
new
a coterie of
the timid and frail
a paridigm
of the
past-
uncnanging
fading
in memory
of the
beloved-
between-nous
voiced
from
morning-sleep
white waves
of nostalgia
linger
upon
the morning breath
of
loves adventures
hospital's antiseptic ambiance,
temple of impeccable hygiene,
the oracle, the doctor, still not in;
the wallclock looks bored, tired of ticking,
drags time at an arthritic pace,
anemic hands round its palsied face;
white coterie thrums down the hallway,
doc's rounds complete, all waiting in place
for his diagnostic curse or grace.
hospital, with its antiseptic ambiance,
our top temple of impeccable hygiene,
its priest-oracle, the doctor,
not yet in.
weary wallclock looks bored, tired of ticking,
pulls and drags time at an arthritic pace
with anemic hands around its
palsied face.
at last, white coterie thrums down the hallway,
doc's rounds complete, everyone must wait in place
for his crucial diagnostic curse
or praise!
Coterie Waltz dancers
step on step off an back
flatter to twist in circles
blend each hand on a rack
shoulder's supple a rhyme
show light th' eyes capture
a world of wonder an lime
slides th' dance an nurture
tending speed an laughter
tripled spins chandeliers crystals
adios e're say to d'er flawless scheme
no doubt faultless in thou dream
how i wish to build my own theme
an dance just as you just gleamed
SPOILED
They have given her all her wishes,
All her wants catered to by the doting parents
Aided and abetted by the doting grandma
And a coterie of accomplices from the brigade of aunts.
No need to wait for for xmas or birthday for that special dress,
No need to build up the excitement of a trip to the circus,
No need to dream :
They have spoiled her youth.
They have in fact already stolen all her dreams.
11 April 2021
a pixie dust allusion on fairy wing profusion
a cranberry wreath on a child of bequeath
a touch of grace on a deer soft as lace
a lantern slow beam on a forest gleam
in a world of gilded fantasy, we are poetry
in a world of innocent dreams their coterie
in a fairy world of love we are impearled
in a moment of creative enfold we're gold
an incandescent light at the end of a forest
one touch of mercy and suddenly we're blest.
Sprightly walk on landing,
then I step down each rung,
with habitual due dispatch,
an enthusiastic heart beats,
mind awash with apt fervour,
whilst fixating on elation,
that weaves rose bud tints,
to dawn townscape purliue,
on a fair earthborn agenda,
whose brief a germ kernel,
mission sprouting benign,
seeds among the coterie,
red sunrise street dwellers,
who sense crimson aura,
a fond radiant saunterer,
that tonic touchstone,
oops .. watch the last step