Alexander Coppedge

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

The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I mounted aiming dreams,
hoping in their ambitions.
I in earnest intentions being,
obtaining more than others believed.
I earned great honors in rewarding,
meriting them through efforts, I achieved.
I realise, sadden in learning,
honoring were worthless schemes.

I in a fog before awakening studied,
coming in a dramatic shock, aware.
I did faithfully these sacrifices then,
because, at that time, I did believed.
I was offered promoting:
denying those bad welcoming doors.
I aimlessly in blindness, being trapped,
compromising righteous equation.

I to be found in evil partaking,
non-sharing to others to be mean.
I found standards in searching:
I would not feed, the Beast that roars.
I in views was here to serve:
to them, in perceptions, I was poor.
I in held views needing,
lacking, a to be: a higher gleam.

I, without them, went venturing,
walking life's rough rigid course.
I, a trial I had to go, in pondering,
walking timidly, down lonely alleys.
I went to schools giving, earning,
coming to opinions of facts.
I learnt of a universe evolving,
lacking about its existence, I a lot.

I a fool, a single cell amoeba:
confused and must be taught.
I in steel, hard laborer, working,
living life's struggles, touching ends.
I was humbled by low living,
dwelling beliefs as a common dude.
I inside thoughts knowing,
assured, if I maintained, I would die.

I instead stood tall peering,
watching upon shoulders of giants.
I was tiny among my brethren, I stayed:
who thought, themselves tall.
I crossed the blue lit above, reaching,
wiping my hands against its sky.
I into small holes in fear running,
fleeing in scuffles, as a rat.

I stuttered until my tongue bleed,
gritting times, hard upon my teeth.
I in silent wilderness lost walking,
visiting distance lives, a man.
I heard past ancestor's anger ragings,
demandings in thunder, unheard.
I into hell bottomless pit cried,
filled with tears of despairs.

I found within its walls screaming:
searching lost souls, trapped inside.
I crossed hell's river current wavings,
terminating its endless lies.
I came out, without anyone beholding,
dragging sack of truths, so wise.
I to end in full circle all endurings,
thinkings in journeys tried.

I, no more about myself, knowing:
nothing more than, I.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Trials and conflicts in the mind Absorbed by ones conditions limits ones efforts to try Ignorance of those factors give space for escape
I'm still laughing inside that star into the darkness The fun side I mounted, I went, I stood, I laughed, I walked, I heard, I cried, I crossed and I come

Comments about The Thought Of I by Alexander Coppedge

  • Gold Star - 81,908 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (7/10/2013 9:07:00 PM)

    Learnt the thoughts of the time.. that is biggest and succesul key, nice thought...10 (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (6/22/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    A poem as per note you tagged trials and conflicts in mind beautifully you brought out/Ran into small holes as a rat, I laughed inside a star gleaming out of the darkness, And stuttered until my tongued bleed /and crossed hell’s river waves of endless lies, Came out with a huge bags of truth, so wise, come to end full circle all journeys tried, Knowing no more then I A deserving poem worth reading and commenting Thank you, you write with the tinge of Lord Love you Alexander Coppedge You dwells on my heart (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 5, 2015

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