Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 79 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

I Do - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I mounted up dreams,
me with towering ambitions,
I in my hopes,
me to fill those desired dreams.
I was going to try,
me to accomplish them all,
I to be more,
than others believed.
I earned high honors,
me in early school efforts
I came to learn honors,
they were worthless schemes.
I studied before,
this awareness hard and long,
I did this because I believed.
I learnt of others aims for me.
I knew some of those aims were strange.
I refused their tranquilizing enticed ways.
I had many offers,
gestures presented to me,
I denied myself those welcoming doors.
I would not be a sheep trapped.
I wouldn't compromise my righteous equation.
I couldn't place myself in false comforts.
I could not partake of opportunities they bestowed.
I would not feed the Beast hunger.
I found out in my quest life have standards.
I in some views held no claim of them.
I in their views was here to serve them.
I to them was simply poor.
I in views needing to be feed a higher gleam.
I ventured without them life rough rigid course.
I enduring trial I had to go.
I went down lonely silent alleys.
I walked city darken streets.
I lived in the heart of ghettos.
I went to schools of higher learning,
I was taught and came to realize,
I in short learnt I lacked a lot,
I am just a fool and must be taught.
I learnt thoughts of the current time.
I worked as a laborer in steel.
I lived humble as a common dude.
I inside my thoughts knew I would die.
I instead stood high and tall on shoulders of giants.
I stayed tiny among my brethren who thought tall.
I assumed myself lower than grass.
I wiped my hands across the blue lit sky.
I knew where in the existence I was.
I ran into small holes as a rat.
I laughed inside a star gleaming out of the darkness.
I stuttered until my tongue bleed.
I walked distant lives a man in silence wilderness.
I witnessed members current in life and those dead.
I heard past ancestors anger in the thunder,
I having thought of shelter but,
I see no where to hide.
I see light with sudden flash among stormy clouds.
I have seen heights passing mountains valley sides.
I cried into hell bottomless pit of despairs.
I found within its walls lost souls trapped inside.
I crossed hell river current waves of endless lies.
I came out with huge sack of truths, so wise.
I come to end in full circle all my journeys tried.
I knowing no more about myself: than, I.


Form: Prose Poem

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Comments about I Do by Alexander Coppedge

  • Freshman - 537 Points Mohabeer Beeharry (8/26/2013 8:47:00 AM)

    To write and to write with a message and a purpose is the greatness of a poet.
    There are both here. Congrats.i like it very much.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 18, 2015

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