Vincent S. Coster
Biography of Vincent S. Coster
Vincent S. Coster is an Irish-born poet who now lives in England where he continues to write poetry and the occasional short story. 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 race, '' and sees himself as the heir apparent to Seamus Heaney in the line of great Irish poets stretching back to WB Yeats. His main style is the loose free form lyrical poetry which was used to great effect by Seamus Heaney, and like Heaney and Kavanagh he tries to tell the story of the Irish people from the perspective not only of that nation's struggles to find its place in the world, but from that of the individual and parochial struggles faced by the Irish people who are part of the diaspora, who try to find their place among the world's nations as individuals.
He has published a pamphlet of gothic poems and five poetry collection.
Vincent S. Coster's Works:
The Folk Hero Midget
There Are Words
The Spirit of Youth
Poems From Another Shore
Eat Not My Brother
Vincent S. Coster Poems
An Obsessive Compulsive's Thoughts On Wa...
The feeling of the water As it runs over my bare skin The soap forming bubbles that pop In lathered delight
They're Sleeping And I'm Dancing
(For Al Filreis) The peace of this place chimes with a hum
Reminiscences Of Naomi
I She was a phoney, that was for sure
Moonrise On Southern Cross
The yellow moon hung low Over papier-mâché hills and Cast it's benevolent glow On the factories and homes
Under A Big Sky
Sun shines In the echoes through the Trees
Lines Written On The Eve Of Leaving Irel...
Can I grasp the enormity Of this moment As time moves slowly towards Its end
I daydream Of eating an apple That I know I shouldn't
You go running away From the mess of your life And you spit and you swear And you damn all around
Keep It Punky
Maybe you could scold me Tell my that you told me so Dig my grave with your Harder words
I Tell You Death
I tell you death A wealth of fascination Soft Subtle
A Short Ode To Naomi C
The stars gave her to me A mind as bright as the sun A presence A true goddess
The Spirit Of Youth (Cans Of Stella)
Youthful exuberance In hoodies and tartan caps Wild Rabid
On Your Knees (For Miss L)
You had your dreams Kept in a paper bag The world was your oyster Or so you used to think
I was born I grew I made some mistakes Along the way