TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 414 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

Enigma - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge

God created my inspiration, targeted my took breath; His given guidance to combat darkness: my x-ray eyes.
Keys holding my eternal fate to show; I from dust molded by Hand: life air given by His breath like Him.

The Royal image of Himself, I am to exist; temple placed within the earth: me to bear witness of His right.
I am to grow and learn of the ways, of my origin in Spirit; God watch of my situation: its given to me torment.

I to test and prove, my self willingness to serve, tasks done trails of fears: with conflicts and tribulations.
My deemed to be suffering, set in afflictions, virtues to be measured by me; them given to value: my worth.

God molded me by Hand, I to exist to be, made from dust of the ground, air to live; by Him told: I'm as Him.
Me in this Noble likeness of, Self, my end or exchange to death; being of placement: my body in the ground.

Where is that breath?

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Topic(s) of this poem: human

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Note. Mysteries of our given being: God formed a shell, a body to restrict and place us into it: prisoners. My bag book was upside down.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 23, 2016

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