Archive for the Uncategorized Category

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.

Resplendent

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

Away

“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

Resentment?

“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

Themselves.

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.

Transigence

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 http://www.facebook.com/cooperpoems

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.

Josephine Corcoran

Welcome to my blog

Shore Poets

Scotland's Leading Platform for Live Poetry

Katie Jo Anderson

Artist based in South West Scotland; interested in people, places, materials and collaborative practice.

Big Ape Diary

Poetic Offshoots from the Scottish Jungle

Poesy plus Polemics

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy

Unbound Boxes Limping Gods

The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.

Björn Rudbergs writings

Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side

Sunflower Poetry

Poetry of the heart, from the prairies to the world.

everyday amazing

spreading good cheer, fun & love for life

Eclipsing Winter

Poetry, prose and anything else my itchy pen decides to scratch

michaelmcguirt

sculpting the imagination

The Poetry Tree

A Journal of the Audacious

Oyez Review

The literary magazine of the Creative Writing Program at Roosevelt University

%d bloggers like this: