Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 80 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Simply - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I want to be, in my life, something special.
What in this whole world, shall I be?
I, a worm, flip wiggling in strides.
A bird on watch, me, prey seeking.
I, a turtle, popping head out of the mud.
A sidewinder slithering, me, in tall grass.
Me, a swimming fish, under the sea.
Or I, hooked back weasel, ready to fight.

Only I hold this choice, in me, being.
Figure in aims, to be, must be kind.
I see them, a chest holder, with virtues.
Them an honest heart: others can claim.
Choice of my being: not, odd or strange.
I considering all picks: I to be, like me.
A thoughtful caring beloved person.
You cross me, waving with hi, and see.

Faith trusting to give, to breed hope.
I, a foreigner, passing you in the rain.
My voice with blessings in things clever.
I, a giver, considered generous, indeed.
I, a speaker, divine in trance chants.
I must be esteemed in all degrees.
Views giving us riches and big gains.
I, in the human heart, a healer, working.

Peace, repetitiously, awakening to us.
I need to be, a perfect pitched, tone.
Meadows, flourishing, we all can graze.
I presenting to all a table, crops reaped.
Mouth's treats flowing for us in fortunes.
Notes I will play amplifying love in sound.
Vision, I give, leading out of darkness.
My truth bell ringing birth of wisdom.

My choice is to play music, simply.
I, a word to wipe tears, with truth.
Me to be, being, beyond others opinions.
Intents me becoming, fulfilling something.
I to see, of those, most needed dreams.
Me to be, the greatest thing, all I can be.
I will pluck out progress upon a harp.
Strings, I clang, sounding its twangs.

Song, I will sing, with warming thoughts.
I, marching, among the masses.
I need to be a beacon to guide.
My light, beaming, as bright as the sun.
I, being a winner, leaving old denials.
Shadows of my hate going behind.
I to resurrect people from death.
I to be able to feed world hunger pain.

I and them, being one, in reasoning.
United, joined combating enemies.
Against a host without regards for us.
A leader in a world that aims starves.
My fingers playing notes of freedom.
My fight with wild killing machine.
Vigorously, I am plucking, me playing.
I for righteous liberties.

Topic(s) of this poem: human nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Decisions and choices we all have to make. How do I want to appear?
What should I be? The only thing you could be Simply

Comments about Simply by Alexander Coppedge

  • Freshman - 806 Points Ruth Walters (6/13/2013 8:39:00 AM)

    sounds a bit like the Salvation Army's moral code.....and they're a good bunch of people :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Connie Yost (5/19/2013 5:15:00 PM)

    Young heart, continue to aim toward those desires. A fine poem. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,113 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (4/1/2013 2:11:00 AM)

    Lovely sentiment. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Titi Dale (3/22/2013 4:47:00 PM)

    Nice :) kept me entrapped all the way: D (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 5, 2015

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