Vincent S Coster
Vincent S Coster Poems
- An Obsessive Compulsive's Thou...
- Moonrise On Southern Cross The yellow moon hung low Over ...
- Reminiscences Of Naomi I She was a phoney, that was for ...
- They'Re Sleeping And I'M Danci... (For Al Filreis) The ...
- The Spirit Of Youth (Cans Of S... Youthful exuberance In ...
- Forbidden Fruit I daydream Of eating an apple That I know ...
- Citadel You go running away From the mess of your life And ...
Vincent S. Coster is an Irish born poet, writer and artist who now lives in the UK. He has published four collections of poetry.
The Folk Hero Midget
There Are Words
The Spirit of Youth
Poems From Another Shore
He began writing poetry as a way of venting the frustrations of being an outsider in a small rural village in Ireland when he was twelve, but it wasn’t until he was nineteen that he decided to take up the vocation of poetry as a serious craft.
Since then he has tirelessly worked on developing his poetic voice with a determination to take up the mantle as the ''Poetic Oracle of his nation.''
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An Obsessive Compulsive's Thoughts On Washing His Hands
The feeling of the water
As it runs over my bare skin
The soap forming bubbles that pop
In lathered delight
It is pure ecstasy for me
The feeling of the water on my skin
Soothing me of the torment
From the man who sneezed
And shook my hands
Not a worry for him
If I should catch the damn thing
What ever it was that made him sneeze
Filthy and uncaring fool who sneezed
Did you see him sneeze?
And then shake my hand with
All them germs and things?
Crawling around like Greeks in Troy
But soap and water are my allies