Alexander Coppedge

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

The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I mounted up dreams with hope filled desires
Found out I was simply poor
Ventured the enduring trial I had to go
Lonely alleys, darken streets and ghettos
Went to schools of proposed higher learning
To realize, in short, I’m just a fool
Learnt the thoughts of the time
Worked as a field or factory laborer:
And lived humble, a common dude
Stood high and tall on shoulders of giants
And stayed tiny lower then grass
Wiped my hands across the blue lit sky
Ran into small holes as a rat
Laughed inside a star gleaming out darkness
And stuttered until my tongue bleed
Walked many distant lives a man
Witness members current and those dead
Heard a far anger in the distance thunder
My thought is shelter but no where to hide
Light with sudden flash among stormy clouds
Heights passing mountains valleys underside
Cried in the bottomless pit of despair
And found within lost souls trapped inside
Crossed hell river waves of endless lies
Came out with huge sack of truths, so wise
End in full circle all journeys tried
Knowing no more then I

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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 - 39,224 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 - 39,733 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: Friday, May 1, 2015


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