Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 75 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

All Abroad - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Close both eyes tight to travel this journey
A dream you will want to believe
Paradise different from the world we know
Period before time established ways
Era prior to the set of standards we see
Place where no houses span the landscape
No man nor animals has roamed the plains
This world having no waste pollution
A new terrand untouched by flesh
Our living proof of Eden
World is a multi-coloured site
The voyage you will undertake is silent
Trip is a fall into darkening dimmed night
I will travel along with you in this journey
Beyond a rising morn with its blaring light
We will soar on our best wishes
Craft flying us there will be a cloud tonight
Land below us twinkles in glitters
Glitters flashing lights all saying hi's
Glows sparkled beneath a bright lite horizon
Them below a rainbow curving arch
We will sail our cloud under it
This adventure is a short cut to a garden
Our destination is in search of treats
Ground we will walk upon is moist as cake
Earth responding back gruths as we step
Our stroll will capture garden arrayed scents
Aromatic pleasures delighting the senses
We see the garden neon flowers and weeds
They greeting us in high reaches
A fudge river bubbling in its rush running
Water hides jelly creatures beneath
Along the riverside trees casts long shadows
Images they creates are swirled candy canes
Soil tastes a hot, sour or sweet rock candy
Flowers within field growths we can eat
Or to us are edible
Dark chocolate kisses standing as mountains
Tops of mounts creme whipped going to tips
Afar, we can see a tiny train in motion
Train tip toeing down mountainside
We close in upon train reaching the pastures
Valley serenity broken by train bell, clang
Bell pitch send out sound wave as thunder
Current of wave ripples wilderness range
Thunder in clouds in constant rumbles
Noise in clouds making flavor soda rain
Train from its path route tosses obstacles
Wild glazed-pretzel tumbleweeds roaming
Guard rail produce arms reaching outwards
Arms stretched pushes weeping weeds aside
High lightning burst in downward strikes
Lightning serging flares outwards in sparks
Bolts forming from clouds twixs
Climate changes in cycles they creating treats
Delights produced in cups like ice cream
Train cars knocking from doors wraps
Sweets which are covered so neat
Round and square gifts in their appearances
They are caramel treats
Cars hurled them through sliding doors gaps
Train splashes through brown mud pudding
Engine gushing marshmallows in round puffs
Train full throttle cars rattling like music
Air mist hovering on parts and twitches
Air fog over train movements bangs
Train travels upon its licorice rails
Dual black rails stretched like springs
Trains cars shaking side to side
Cars rocking in a crossing rhythm
Cherries consealed inside round chocolate wheels
Wheels on rails rapid in spins
Wheels actively in turning
Train upon rails is thrust forward screaming
Cry an outburst pairing train streaks
Train as we watched passing fruit fields
Fields assorted in sugared sweets
Among growths are fleeing m and m's
They are watchers scattering from the train
They hide in the fields seeing everything
Train has a round gigantic face
Engine joyous face is smiling
Train face mouth singing out crisp tweets
Train last car getting into the spirit
Car jumping off the track
Last car doing a wild thing
Car in its swing coming back on track
Train slows down coming upon a curve
Train steering into its designed pathway
Train is flash time zoomed curling into bend
Abroad the train, figures seated by windows
All passengers on stem sticks, you know
None of them with needs for shoes
None among them on train having feet
Passengers all having large round heads
Head front and back are swirly fragrances
Eyes from them watch out sitting in pairs
Viewers peering out from frames from seats
Engine top blows a jazzy loony tune
Notes played from a bobbing head whistle
Musical notes floats up in graphs
Notes ascents upwards into distance
Tones tweeted in chords of harmony
Train gives thrust before entering station
Whistle with a clear last toot
Train slides into the people crowded depot
Conductor yells out
Aloud over crowd
All are coming, abroad
We are next to seat

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Form: Prose Poem

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Loony tone magic

Comments about All Abroad by Alexander Coppedge

  • Freshman - 677 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: Saturday, July 18, 2015

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