Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 397 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

It's a friend to have, you in needed assistance, it has no excuse to you; it say to you: they wouldn't come or stay.

It has care for your body when joints ache, for ills' alleviation at your request; times you're found in hurt.

An avenger with powers to cure, pal reacts when you're in displacement, its relief to what disrupts: pill forms.

Warrior's plan in attack to challenge sickness, a safe back up for days had with colds: self diagnosed sick.

Pill doesn't talk doing tasks, it a view or lie to be spoken: neither it give a word: a fact to be said in high schools.

It's a saleable product, no concerns pending use by us, cost to have its comforts: it priced for wanting hands.

A pause from agonies, a bit taken works to regain awe to you: your return from ripping woe's complaints.

Conquerors' end pits suck of energy, it's a reaper to bury fatigue; pill to combat body operational twinges.

Pill composed substances are solid mass, them not be magical in forms: white tiny rock in its appearance.

A soldier to shield, a slayer with a plug to stop hurts, post guard to beat ailments: pill blows target lifes' lames.

A doctor aims to heal, as if it thinks; pill act at times of lows: your teethes ache from gum throbbing griefs.

Nurse it seek your sought comfort, preacher saving hopes you found safe: pill help in assistance assured.

Its friendship is welcomed, it's dead in fingers, alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.

Your guide from sorrows' ocean, that waves pounds you: you free of suffering and its feared nightmares.

Fountain to Youth, it does dissolves in body, your ache relaxed: your freedom set from your given harms.

Pill fights illness, as it gives sleep undisturbed when worried: pill to quench agony harming anguish.

Help to body functions, it's prescribed for ailments, it sealed by health care; pill by authority approved.

Government as pusher to grab citizens, pill created substances compounded to be a singular: a pure form.

Formation collect dollars; it's a mini- Frankenstein's monster one swallow: pill quenching your fires held.

A comfort to mind - its an addiction, warrior being there with you, pill known -endeared without a brain.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human condition, medical

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Note. Chapter Project Endurance; A Trusted Healer: As a child under five, I held few interests about others doings about the house: except this one time. My sense of fear went off, I ignored my grandmother wishes, me to leave grown ups; feeling this threat: very rare for me to disobey. I saw a Blair salesman. His suitcase held TKO to both grand. My grandmother was absorbed in soaps, 'I have head ache', mimics of TV actors. My grandfather getting ripped off cough syrup. Holy Text states God as our healer; promising to wipe all tears: even end death. I as an adult wonder in views; because we have science: proclaims to patch. Who do I choice?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 27, 2016


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