Nathan Coppedge

Rookie - 256 Points [Eucaleh Terrapin] (10/23/1982 / New Haven, CT)

Nathan Coppedge Poems

1. That House 3/21/2014
2. Le Contrarienne (English) 3/21/2014
3. Where No Crow Flies 3/22/2014
4. Phantoms 3/22/2014
5. Transgression 3/22/2014
6. Maya, Frozen In Your Cage, You Are Immortal 5/29/2014
7. A Desert Of Aridity 5/29/2014
8. Dryads 5/31/2014
9. A Philosophical Web 6/5/2014
10. The Eliadics 6/6/2014
11. Obscure Humor Poem / Severance 6/6/2014
12. A Hectic Word For A Hectic World, Part Indefinite 6/6/2014
13. Border Soul 1/10/2015
14. Dick's System 1/19/2015
15. Windcombomb: A Humorous Dickinsonian Poem 3/21/2015
16. Sing, Silently, Sing 5/5/2015
17. Flytrap Haiku 5/16/2015
18. Theory 3/22/2014
19. My Greatness Poem 1/23/2015
20. A Cubic Wood (A Longer Poem) 3/21/2014
21. Grudge Of The Universe 3/22/2014
22. He Assesses This, A Work Of War 6/6/2014
23. Do Not Follow In The Footsteps 3/21/2014
24. 'I' 3/22/2014
25. Nomad 3/22/2014
26. Snippets 3/22/2014
27. 'Swing' 3/21/2014
28. There's Only A Handful Of Forms (Song/ Poem) 3/22/2014
29. Escape 3/22/2014
30. God In The Box 3/22/2014
Best Poem of Nathan Coppedge

God In The Box

The only problem is, we don't know.
Everything else can be determined.
Good things in life = good god.
Bad things = bad god.
It might not be the real god.
Then we can blame the god in the box.

Its a philosophy game to play god in the box
the unseen cause that movens the spheres
the secret answer that no living man knows
if a man has ears let him hear:
its music that issues from god-in-the-box.

Its a dilittante's game to play god in the box
he shows you some colors that move you to paint
a canvas. Brilliant they say, and all you respond
'Its ...

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Under the preponderant clouds
wishing mist on the outskirts of cities
The crowd roves and raves
Speaking with the hearts of dead men

Wheezy with their instruments,
the black satin leaves them standing on
their own
besmirched with a sticky forgetfulness

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