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 ...
Born in Dublin, Vincent S Coster grew up in the village of Enniskerry Co. Wicklow where a chance encounter with a poet in a graveyard led led him to take up writing.
Over the years his work has progressed as he developed his style from mimicking song lyrics to becoming a more serious poet.
He has self published a number of collections over the years and now hails himself as the voice of Irish poetry following the sad passing of his hero Seamus Heaney. To date he has written over 400 poems. more »
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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