Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 403 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Bud there to represent no excuse to not aid, say to you would come: pal not to even visit you or call.

Care for body when joints ache inside, ill alleviation had at times sick and put down: you're in sad hurt.

An avenger with its cure powers, reacts you're in displacement to relieve what's felt: in pill forms.

Warrior attacking placed sickness, sure back up for days with feverish colds: you self diagnosed as sick.

Pill doesn't talk in tasks or view to be spoken; neither it speak a word: a fact to be stated in high schools.

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

A pause from agonies bit regaining awe to you: its firm response you from ripping woe's complaints.

Conqueror end pits suck of energy, reaper to bury bad fatigue; pill to combat body operational twinges.

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

Soldier's shield, a slayer with a plug to stop hurts, guard to beat ailments: pill blows target lames.

Doctor aim to heal as if it thinks, pill actions at low times: your teethes ache from gum throbbing grief.

Nurse sought comfort for you, preacher hopes you found pain safe: the pill help in assistance assured.

Friendship is welcomed, dead in fingers alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.

Guide from sorrow ocean that waves pounds, free you from suffering illness: and its feared nightmares.

Fountain to Youth, it does dissolves in body relaxing discomforts: freedom you from mad gripping harms.

Pill fights sickness as it gives sleep undisturbed when worried: it quench agony annoying troubles.

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

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

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

A comfort to mind and an addiction, warrior there with you, pill is 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: Monday, September 19, 2016


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