David Cooper

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Imperial, supercilious
Self-crowned
Monarch
Of the bad comb-over
...

(For Natalie)

She was dark and fine
with large African sunsets
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(For Suzette)
While we walked
Through the gardens
On that rain soaked
...

Blame it on the August Moon
that waxed and waned way too soon.
from fall's eve until December
she burned like an ember.
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Like Dunbar
A caged bird
Cannot fly.
I spread my wings& try,
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My father, mother, and I traveled six hundred miles
And twenty years back
In a brand new Plymouth sedan.
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David Cooper Biography

David Cooper began writing poetry at 18; he won his first poetry prize for a poem about the Vietnam War titled: 'Question.' He was a reporter for the Courier-Journal and has been an English teacher at Jefferson Community and Technical College for twenty-eight years. He won first place for faculty fiction in 1995 Metroversity Writing Contest for the short story, 'Have You Been Saved? ' He has published in the Kentucky Poetry Review, Jefferson Review, Bluegrass Literary Review, and Muse Magazine. Last December he won first prize for the poem, 'Bajan Girl.')

The Best Poem Of David Cooper

Lord Trump

Imperial, supercilious
Self-crowned
Monarch
Of the bad comb-over
Takes his new Barbie doll
Queen
To reign as
King of Fools.

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