Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 72 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Magic Stone - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

It is a good friend when we really need one
When our head seem to us split
Ached with bad throbbing pain
Anointed choice as numbing ease relief
Given to us in tiny pill forms
Joy from our amounting discomfort,
End to strife, fatigue and hidden twinge
A lion guard, in its on charge;
Placed to shield against misery
Cure aim target is to conquer which ills
A magical mystic round white stone
Made of various powdered components
Here in our palms all for a single price
Our escape and relief from sorrows
Our many claimed agonies with woes
Its our sound sleep from stress and anguish
When the harsh world makes us woe
Fountain of youth or a solution
It hold a key to all our ills
Armored here in compact presentation
A miracle with its ultimate cures
A magic stone prolonging life
Its tested and totally approved
Truth is not its spoke wisdom, per say
It does not talk: speak lectures or in schools
Or does it answers any unknown questions
To the masses which do speak
Nor utter any understood sound we know
My brilliant magic stone of science
That is tiny: yet, so bold!

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The world or fleshly man miracle cure Prior to that it was roots I know I'm a victim Boiled them and wrap them and place them on the chest Childhood You got to love it

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 1, 2015

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