Troy Cochran
Troy Cochran Poems
It is the cocktail hour.
Too late
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
...
I can't eat a mountain of ice cream.
Just give me the cherry on top!
I can't make a living at poetry;
...
I still like to break the ice
Of puddles where I can.
At the junction down a ways
I'm a bull in a china shop;
...
I want to brag my Sun
outpouring from my eye
could bring a stubborn bud to blossom.
...
The solemn silence of my street informs
This lonely miser of his well-deserved
Christmas Eve: white diamonds glittering more
Than I have earned in all my muddy seasons.
...
Take me back to Appletown.
I missed a few and now I've found.
I'm on a quest
For the Holy Grail of pommes!
...
The persistence of shook leaves
Clinging so tenaciously to life and limb
Is all the roar of my October thinking now.
I, too, am such a tree as all these giants
...
Me know the names of things,
But not yet the feelings in their beings.
Me know you have to hold a thing,
...
To shed all pretense to being good and great;
To undisguise,
And make open confession of oneself
Of all one's lifetime of triteness and lies;
...
May a sprig of new green emerge
from every branch and twig
that I have pruned and hacked;
...
The trouble with truffles
When you have the snuffles
Is a mouthful of phlegm.
...
Some days are sheer poetry.
Some days are nearly song.
Some days I wake in fragments
and put myself together wrong.
...
I have had enough of pretty leaves
For one man's drizzling autumn.
I want to see the nakedness of grizzly trees.
...
I knew a moment, once,
that was tadpole to a frog; a spit of pond
that seemed to be an ocean to its spawn.
...
I am already slipping out of my control;
Already tranced; already dreaming;
And haven't even gotten into bed
...
I've never been for a ride in a hot air balloon,
But I've been profoundly happy once or twice.
Even now, sifting through the details of my sordid life,
...
The bullfrog
makes a space around him
with his bulbous talk.
No one enters through the gate
...
I must be among the lesser gods,
To judge by the handiwork of my days:
My hours still trapped in marble blocks,
Bathing in the morning rays.
...
Troy Cochran Biography
Troy Cochran is a poet, philosopher, and essayist, and founding member of the Colonial Initiative, an endeavor to encourage the development of autonomous, self-organizing colonies through operative working guilds. Born in 1962 in Washington State, he is the second of six siblings, and served as a yeoman in the U.S. Navy, Submarine Service, Pacific Fleet, from 1985 - 1990. He has since worked in the fields of law, education, manufacturing, and carpentry, but also adds many months of homelessness to his resume of experiences, in the pursuit of his vision. Writing since adolescence, he most enjoys poetry, metaphysics and social commentary, particularly on the themes of human potential and direct democracy.)
The Best Poem Of Troy Cochran
A Strange Attractive Power
It is the cocktail hour.
Too late
for sneaking up the chimney, bounding
out of the bubbly, over the alley,
over the rooftops
of the human
race.
I am not one for saying grace.
I am not one for saying much of anything.
But I will Stand My Place.
I will hammer four stout nails
into the corners of my face.
I will call everyone Bob, and shake
each hand like an ape, and nod
at everyone and everything
to keep myself awake.
I will stay calm.
I will prop an elbow on the mantle,
and stand as if I wore a pistol.
I will allot myself one glass
and sip it all night long,
and no one will be the wiser.
I will say I am a poet
when they ask.
(They always do.)
My eyes will drive home, one by one,
a volley of wooden stakes.
I will be a lone white
poodle.
I will grow smaller
as the evening wears on,
until I disappear
out on the balcony,
where stars, I hear, are strewn for the take
like shimmering diamonds on blue velvet,
and thoughts achieve a strange attractive power;
where higher noon is upside down;
and the Moon...
the Moon is a silver dollar.
Troy Cochran Comments
Your style of writing, your flowering/pictorial language, your natural sense of humour, your artistic mastery of those details that captivate a reader's attention, your poetic way of weaving and knitting suspense, your usual way of allowing your readers conclude so many things and lifting their mind high before their prediction crashing down, etc. Mmm! The list is endless.
Your pen walks on tiptoe. It's obviously one of your stamping tools with which you leave indelible impressions on the hearts of friends. I'm much beholden for meeting you, Sir. For that chance, I'm so thankful. I wish you could feel the coconut's-base grinning of my face at your words and deeds. Words are not enough to interpret my mind; let me here and now only 'say': Live. Achieve, super mentor. More grace. +++
Troy Cochran born on 9th, August 1962 in Toppenish, (WA) Washington State is an American international poet of today’s leading world. He is the second of six siblings, and served as a yeoman in the U.S. Navy, Submarine Service, Pacific Fleet, from 1985 - 1990. In spite of his busy schedule in life still he is busy in literary perseverance and he is in service of literature and philosophy. He writes poems straight from his core of soul and mind. Every poem of his is based on perception gained in his life. I know him and I have gone through many of his poems and reviewed. I am astonished finding his amazing poetic and philosophical skill in writing. His many of poems are really gems that educate people and readers. His poems carry essence of love, life, light and beauty. Cochran writes poems about nature, life, love, society, spirituality, religion, science and about many more topics that express his broadness of vision and ambition. He is a poet of cooperation and tenderness. His gentle reading and reviews to poems of other poets express his broadness of mind and heart of affection. He is a loving and caring poet definitely. He has left his mark of success in life in every step. His books titled, “Stone and Bone: A Workingman's Poetry, ” “The Gospel of Troy” and Genesis: A Social Vision, ” are definitely milestones of gems of his literary perseverance and these are more valuable and beneficial for society. At a time in both the hands he is a poet, philosopher, essayist, and founding member of the Colonial Initiative, an endeavour to encourage the development of autonomous, self-organizing colonies through operative working guilds. Troy Cochran is a dazzling star of diamond in the sky of world of literature and social service. I wish him all the best for his future. May God bring fortune and happiness for him! May fragrant flowers bloom in his way of walking! I expect success for his further leading in literature and philosophy by the grace of God.
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4/28/2024 12:31:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Troy Cochran: well deserving of an award for diligence, commitment to the art of poetry and artistic excellent. Aha!