TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 413 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

My Magic Stone - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge

A search for a given treatment times our parts ache,
its victims had in a trap carted away,
sour tart having that's for ills.

Hours diagnosed fatigue say sick illness,
days lasting nose colds fun wetness,
way slayer to attack felt weaknesses.

A true companion there with us,
worries placed adhered to,
friend put reasoning upon mere strife in us that exists.

Spiritual puck to bury torment of shell miseries,
its muck fights inner flaws,
a pal in combat to end sucks of body energies.

Fountain restoring youth took rock dissolves inside us,
tick to detain discomforts ooh,
with held anxieties docked a had fact.

Government role as a pusher,
plot of a mole powdered form cooked given to idiots,
the pill took to fade in a hole.

Product to collect dollars,
its a tug upon thirsty mini-monster collars,
quenching our had hollows we know sold pillars.

A comfort to our minds fights a warrior,
known to all the world the pill might,
flight liken the wind going without a brain.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human condition, medical

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My senses of fear went off as child, ignoring grandmother wishes for me to leave grown ups feeling this threat. I saw a Blair salesman, his suitcase held TKO to both grand. The Holy Text states God as our healer, promising to wipe all our tears, Him to end even death. An adult I have to wonder having science proclaims to patch.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 17, 2017


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