Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 383 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

Force to be when you need assistance, never it excuse or no to you; it say they wouldn't come or stay.

Care for body when joints ache, alleviation for pain issues at your request; times you're in pain.

Avenger with powers to cure, reacts when you're in displacement, relief to what disrupts: pill forms.

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

Pill not to talk in tasks done, not a view or lie to be spoken: neither a fact to be said in high schools.

A saleable product no concerns pending use by us, cost to have big bucks: priced for wanting hands.

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

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

Pill composed substances are solid mass, not magic in formation: a white tiny rock in its appearance.

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

A doctor to heal, works as if it thinks; pill in action at times your teethes ache from gum throbbing pain.

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

Its friendship welcome, dead in fingers be alive in body actively fighting: pill is recommended for pain.

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

Fountain to Youth it does dissolves in body relax your pain: your release from your given woes.

Pill fights illness gives sleep undisturbed when worried: pill to quench pains' harming anguish.

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

Government as pusher to grab citizens, create pill substances compounded 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, your crusader 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, July 23, 2016

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