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Dawn 1945(a persona poem)

Posted in Poetry, revolution, Uncategorized, War, writing with tags , , on January 12, 2016 by Graeme Cooper

Grey light creeps across the ashen paving

With purpose as deadly as the foreign boots

Of the infantrymen who hide still

In the suburbs of Berlin.


The new sun interrogates us who are left,

The morning breeze lifts fallen banners,

Insinuating shame underneath.  As if,

They have the right to question!


The Fuhrer will pound his fist and defy

The very air to bring its scorn near

Our glorious purpose.


But this morning,

He is dead.  All is dead.


The proud promised future is litter

and ash and I

Stand, as if naked,

In this cold dawn, listening

for the whisper of tanks.


Posted in Uncategorized on April 13, 2015 by Graeme Cooper

We are splendid
In our wretchedness
Revelling in damnation
We are hellbound in high heels
We are fallen
On our feet

Rolande Barthes Proved Right by Text Message

Posted in christmas, love, Poetry, Uncategorized, work in progress, writing with tags , , , on December 3, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

What a lovely text to cheer

Me up when I’m working


“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

That’s nice. I’m glad

You’re thinking of me when

The week must have been hectic

For you.  I’m glad

You don’t resent my being

Away.  I’m glad

I have you to come home to.

“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

Do you? Am I being naïve?

Do I need an irony app?

Is this the face of festering


“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

The missing vowels denote

Lack of warmth.  Is this

A throwback to that disastrous

Date just after we met?

When you said,

“At least one of us had a good time”

Maybe you think I’m having

Too much of a good time.

Should I feel guilty?


“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

What awaits me,

When I get home?

Cold shoulder? My things

In a bin bag on the pavement?


“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

Well, you know what?

Screw you! I’ve been working, trying

To make a little extra for Christmas.

If you didn’t want me to go

You could have said.

I wouldn’t have gone.


“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

Yes I know, you

Had the kids all week but I’ve not

Been living the high life you know.

It was one drink,

An old friend from school I

Hadn’t seen in years.

I missed you, you know,

You obviously didn’t miss me.

“I hope you hd a gd time. x”

No need!



“Did you have a good time, love?”

“Get stuffed. I’m going to the pub.”

And so a perplexed, tearful, wife,

Wonders what she did

To be so harshly treated

After missing him like crazy all week.

First Floor Windows

Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, writing with tags , , , , on November 27, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Across the street,

A wall clock shares

The time of day.

Above street level is where

Lives get lived.

Down there, in the valley,

Is simply travelling,

Up here is home

Where people relax and become


In our own environment

We are benevolent,

We breathe and appreciate

The people across the way

As equals,

Separate but connected

In our own domesticity

Where inner thoughts

Are comfortable and there is

No competition or suspicion.

Mi casa, su casa

And you are welcome.

The next time we meet,

On the street,

I will smile.


Posted in Uncategorized on September 10, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

What is indestructible is worth nothing,

Value is in vulnerability,

Precious things are temporary,

There is no meaning in permanence,

Because stories lie

Only in change.


Yet we strive towards an end point,

A perfection, a conclusion,

A true death,

And at the same time fear change,

Crave immortality,

Because a life is not enough,

To learn the secrets we knew

Before birth.


So chase your revelation,

Your resolution,

Your dissolution,

You can keep enlightenment,

Because only dark and silence endure.

New Facebook Page

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on September 10, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Theelusiveandrewsmith now has a Facebook page under my real name.  I will still post on the blog but facebook might be a bit more interactive. If you want a look, head to

Dandelions Are Freer Than Me

Posted in philosophy, Poetry, revolution, shopping, Uncategorized, War on September 2, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Vertical blinds slice the sunrise

Into prison bars on a mocha feature wall.

Whilst, outside, dandelions exploit

Pavement cracks as habitats until

Becoming casualties of chemical warfare.

Because freedom means control,

We must defend our sterile prisons

In the name of liberty.


Posted in Uncategorized on July 24, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

It seems a long way,
From those snow days,
As sun scorches parched earth,
From incomprehensible sky.

We made it through,
The winter dear,
Hanging on by fingernails,
But still here.

They say that patience is a virtue,
That, if you wait, things will come to you.
Feels more like, if we try not to breathe,
Things will stay still and you won’t leave.

But time to dare to exhale,
And, when I open my eyes, will
You be here and love me still?

The Emperor’s Tailor

Posted in Uncategorized on March 14, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

 Remember when we went to that party? I wore,
 Those new clothes you gave me. You told me,
 I looked really smart but I felt,
 Like the only one in fancy dress. You wouldn’t,
 Let me go home to change. You said,
 You didn’t want to miss the party but really you,
Were telling me it wak okay, that I could carry this off.
When I clung to you like a tumble-dried sock to a,
 Satin blouse, you peeled me off and turned me the right way so I,
Got comfortable with myself and began to believe this skin,
That I wore was only for the very intelligent. I was,
Magic since it had been touched by the hand of my magic seamstress.
After that, I used to lend you my jumper if you,
Were cold, kicking around the house or watching T.V. It,
Was the only thing you took with you when you left.

Inky Needles

Posted in Uncategorized on February 12, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

I am delighted to hear that Inky Needles will be publishing my poem Prayer for Melting in the near future.  Why not check them out at and @inkyneedles

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