Steven Cooke

Rookie (01-04-1958 / Sheffield)

Steven Cooke Poems

1. End Of Ops 12/9/2011
2. Old Bill 12/9/2011
3. Genie In A Gin Bottle 12/9/2011
4. The Letter 12/10/2011
5. The Silence Of War 12/10/2011
6. No More 12/11/2011
7. Harry 12/11/2011
8. A Tree Grows In Avignon 12/11/2011
9. The Importance Of Pomposity 12/15/2011
10. The Humble Pen 12/16/2011
11. An Epic Woman 12/15/2011
12. The Comfort Of A Drunken Mind 12/15/2011
13. Morning Blues Of London 12/17/2011
14. Broken England 12/17/2011
15. Grandads Secret Love 12/17/2011
16. Made In Sheffield 12/19/2011
17. An English Life 12/19/2011
18. Bombers Moon 12/12/2011
19. A Wishing Well Love 12/13/2011
20. Tremble 12/13/2011
21. Love In All Its Glory 12/27/2011
22. The Lovers Ghost 1/1/2012
23. Seven Billion Reasons 1/6/2012
24. Ghosts Of War 2/1/2012
25. A Snowflake Passed This Way 2/7/2012
26. Revised Enslavement Of A Lesser Being 2/11/2012
27. My Immortal Love 2/27/2012
28. The Prophesy Of Me 3/21/2012
29. The Worker 3/28/2012
30. Natures Democracy 3/31/2012
31. Love Under The Dollar 4/6/2012
32. The Execution Of Romeo 12/14/2011
33. Betrayal Of Love 12/14/2011
34. The Tommies Lot 5/7/2012
35. Yellow 5/20/2012
36. The Rose 12/2/2012
37. The Prodigal Son 12/23/2012
38. The Window Of 2012 1/14/2013
39. The Wind Will Never Forget 1/14/2013
40. Not For Them 2/10/2013

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Lovers Of A Storm

Old Friends that say hello
Who share a secret memory?
Away from the road now travelled

This love that hides in your eyes
Betrayed by the glint of a held back tear
This mystic bond that ties us together

And in a stolen moment, over a bottle of wine
The dream runs free
Dissolving the paths that we now tread

For deep within my soul
A world with an incorruptible sky
Plays host to a lovers imagination

Where the electricity from her touch
Gives birth to the storm
Her passion fuelling the Hurricane
Within me

And in the eye of the...

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End Of Ops

I am nearing the end of my journey
The path that I walk is almost done,
Over my shoulder are friends now gone?
In front of me a life, underpinned by yesterday’s fear
For I am in a world where no one belongs

Tomorrow I look through the sight for one more time
My finger, no more the killer and my shoulder
Never to feel the recoil of tracers sent

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