Colin Coplin

Rookie - 107 Points (Australia)

Song 988 - Poem by Colin Coplin

My songs, just rhymes on paper
Some footprints in the snow
All leading somewhere
Somewhere I don’t know
Words that seem to be alive
Adventurous thoughts at play
Lie in a pile by the door
Ready to be thrown away
I don’t read them, no
For what good would that do
A thousand songs of love
A story of me and you

All songs 988
Each piece a puzzle of the cake we baked
Song 988
So long, it's been great

break

My lamp now sits lonely
In some darkened corner of the room
Surrounded by dead light
And dust, in this pharaoh like room
The flood of thoughts are turned off
I won’t write again no more
Not until I hear your footsteps
And your knock upon my door
But I won’t play Miss Havisham, or act like Juliet
If Valjean is the alternative, then Yossarian, no Alexander, no
John Galt is better yet

All songs 988
Each piece a puzzle of the cake we baked
Song 988
So long, it's been great

Many times in my short life I’ve cried
When I heard that “intelligence has died”
But never have I felt more alone
Then the day you left my side
So raise your glass and drink a toast
They say Christ’s been reborn
A little late, but don't hesitate
You profited from him before

break

It seems an eternity, since I have last seen sleep
So if you pardon me, I’ll graciously close my eyes for thirty winks

All songs 988
Each piece a puzzle of the cake we baked
Song 988
So long, it's been great

Copyright Colin Coplin 1985 / 2010


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 22, 2010



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