Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 72 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

All Abroad - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Close both eyes tight; to travel this journey
Unto silent night darkening pit fall
Beyond a rising morn, gazed of light;
Land with sparkling sugar sprinkled lite sky
Across a bright rainbow displays of colors:
A garden arrayed in its brilliant gleam
Fudge river bubbles burst, in rush running;
Waves hide jelly eel, creatures beneath
Along riverside green trees, cast shadows;
Create funny swirl form candy canes
Soil a hot, sour or sweet rock candy;
Flowers and grass, one eat: or is edible
Dark rich chocolate kisses, as mountains:
Creme whipped top peaks, to be seen
Train tip toe down mountainside, real slow;
Valley serenity broken; train bell, clang
Echo pitch thunder send out shock wave;
Ripple range distance, make flavor soda rain
Train tosses as it journey forth obstacles
Glazed roaming pretzels tumbleweeds aside
Lightning in strikes serge out sparks;
Form from foam clouds in cups, ice cream
Knocking treats from now open doors;
Which are round and square caramels treats
Splashing through brown mud pudding
Gushing puffed marshmallows each squeak
At full throttle cars rattles, back and forth,
Air hover twitches and train movements bangs
Upon dual licorice black stretched rails
Shaking side to side in crossing rhythm
Cherries between round chocolate wheels;
Rapid in spin, actively in turning
Train thrust forward; screaming, burst streaks
Pass abundant assorted sweets in fruit fields
Among fleeing m and m scattered watchers
Gigantic round face engine smiling,
Sing out a crisp tweet,
Last of cars off track, do a wild end dance
Train come upon a curve in its path way;
Flash time curling into long stretched bend
Abroad train, figures sit by windows frames
All of them on stem sticks, you know
None put aboard with need for shoes;
None aboard of them, have feet
Large round headed, swirled face fragrances
Sitting in pairs; peer from passenger seats
Train blow loud a jazzy loony sound
From a bobbing alive living whistle
Musical graphs display sharp notes shapes;
Tones tweet in given harmony chords;
Match speed of train contact squeaks
Final last thrust, with a sound clear toot;
Plus, slide into the crowded depot
Conductor yelling out aloud; over crowd
Loveport: All which are going, abroad
We are next to seat

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Loony tone magic

Comments about All Abroad by Alexander Coppedge

  • Freshman - 640 Points Ruth Walters (6/13/2013 8:36:00 AM)

    Conjurers up all sorts of lovely flavors and childish dreams / play........lovely poem :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 1, 2015

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