"cotten" poems
Spread out before me
Is an undulating sea
By it I walk
When I want to feel free
I stroll by the sea
There, I reflect on things
Mother earth she spins
Mankind through their days
With their ways.
Spread out above me
Is a vivid bleu sky
With cotten wool clouds
Passing me by
On the sand I lie
My senses embrace the day
While in the distance children play...
What a display!
It's nature's medication for my ailing soul
To walk on the beach on my own
I wonder too, if God notices me
Take respite from life's frequent storms
And a world gone wrong.
Spread out before me is a universe so vast
Me on the shore with questions to ask
But i' m going to relax...
Feel the sea wash my feet
Touch the burning stand
Dwell a while in the serenity
Of God's land.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
De
Glendy Burk
is mighty fast boat,
Wid a mighty fast captain too;
He sits up dah on de hurricane roof
And he keeps his eye on de crew.
I can't stay here, for dey work too hard;
I'm bound to leave dis town;
I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back
When de
Glendy Burk
comes down.
Chorus:
** for Lou'siana!
I'm bound to leave dis town;
I'll take my duds and tote 'em on my back
When de Glendy Burk comes down.
De
Glendy Burk
has a funny old crew
And dey sing de boatman's song,
Dey burn de pitch and de pine knot too,
For to shove de boat along.
De smoke goes up and de ingine roars
And de wheel goes round and round,
So fair you well! for I'll take a little ride
When de
Glendy Burk
comes down.
Chorus
I'll work all night in de wind and storm,
I'll work all day in de rain,
'Till I find myself on de levydock
In New Orleans again.
Dey make me mow in de hay field here
And knock my head wid de flail,
I'll go wha dey work wid de sugar and de cane
And roll on de cotten bale.
Chorus
My lady love is as pretty as a pink,
I'll meet her on de way
I'll take her back to de sunny old south
And day I'll make her stay
So don't you fret my honey dear,
Oh! don't you fret, Miss Brown
I'll take you back 'fore de middle of de week
When de
Glendy Burk
comes down.
Chorus
2.3k
reflection
grey scale eyes
digital
dead
screen frames false
faced friends
contrast black
Ink sits
organic aged voice
fade orange helios
final breath
echoes ring beyond
visions grey
digital cahce degrade
cotten wrinkles with age
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
I awoke with cold toes.
The starch white cotten against my skin, as my leg lay stretched out to the side. Its so cold early in the morning but i always beg you to leave the window open .... The sound of you making love with me mixes perfectly with the songs the crickets hum for us.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Among the days of December
A new member joins the fold.
Born of love and melodies
A song sung once and then retold.
Hope wrapped close in silence,
Cotten swathed defiance,
Far from the tyrants of this world.
For a moment there is peace,
Time catches breath,
Young prince lays sound asleep.
Counting the bleats of passing sheep
Your parents guard the door.
For when you wake from slumber
And satisfy your hunger,
Opened eyes shall discover,
That all this world is yours.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
There are volumes and volumes
on the subject of love
As ancient as time
are the poems
and the books
and the plays
that have inspired
us all to desire
such love
Some of it seems
so lofty or unrealistic
to be experienced
That kind of love seems
unobtainable,
unreachable
and truly false
It only satisfies the heart
like cotten candy,
sweet to take in
but not fulfilling
On the other hand,
some love tales are filled
with heartache,
with a desired love
never achieved,
or unfairly thwarted,
but always
hungered and thirsted after,
like life-giving sustenance
to feast upon,
for love seems to be
the needed remedy to prevent
us just from existing
for the sake of existing
With so much
that has been presented
in all kinds of art forms
on the subject of love,
I often am saddened
as to why
there is such the lack of it
in our world,
in the real world,
which is a place
in which our fantasies collide
Hollywood love
is often our guide
in our modern world
and I have often
fallen for it
and could not get
enough of it,
like a drug that I craved
But how much of it
seems so selfish
and hypocritical,
such a mirage
and a hoax?
Is not love
more than an emotion?
Is not love
more than what "I" can get out of it?
Yes, this kind of love
I find repulsive
and cheap
and hallow
and cold
What I am writing about
may not inspire
the heart to feel tingly,
for we have all been taught
that love is only this way,
when all is good,
and all is perfect
as to two beautiful people
entwined in love's rapture
I now know differently
There are those dying
a slow death
from a lack of love
and they may not
even know they are
mortally wounded
Others may know
they need more love
than what the world
often brags about,
yet live a life
of quiet desperation
They may feel unworthy of it
They may hide from it
and avoid it
They may not be
very enjoyable to be around
to invite others to love them
But they need it anyway
just like everyone else
Like one needs air
basic water, food
and shelter to live
we all need love
I am not just talking about others,
although I've observed it, personally
But I have suffered my share of droughts
often suffered that disease myself
I do not admit it proudly
for it is a horrible feeling
of shame that
I wish never, ever to feel again
How I often longed for something
that did not seem obtainable
Or how I felt that I was not worthy
to take in such love
I also have to admit
my wrongdoing in reaching out
How guilty I have been
to not offer a smile,
a kind word,
or a sympathetic ear
to someone in desperate need of it
Too rapped up in my own problems
So I challenge myself,
for I know how it feels
to wish to experience love
in a more pure form from above
Not what I can get out of it
but how I can bless another
If the whole world
was to truly love
the way God meant
for us to do,
we would all be
saturated in its gift
and the ugly disease
from the lack of love
would be no more
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 9:38 AM UTC
Ink stains, and wire frames. Shadows dance in my brain. Cotten cashes in my teeth, the demon breath still stinks within.
A single drop for every sin. In the bile reflecting pool, made up of a broken mans drool. Is what is left of what I was before I took the demon buzz.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
today, is it sad you feel like yesterday
and that tomorrow will be just like you
I feel this stillness in the roots of my soul and the heart that lies within it, will you deliver me something new?
will you shift plates so you can say you brought something new to the table, something different.
if you do, please don't make the ground I walk on break, don't make me fall on my knees in such a way that my legs become a fabric softer than Cotten.
won't you make sure to let me know before the storm strikes? Just this once, warn me.
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
I'm crying in my room at 2 AM.
Again.
Don't take frizzy hair and midnight cuddles for granted, they leave when you least expect.
When I'm not thinking I get lost in your sweet cottin candy eyes.
And I know it's not for me, those cottin candy eyes and midnight curls.
Still I'll wish for starry kisses and porkipine nights.
Still I'll miss the Cold soda filled drinking from the hose and laughing till Sunday.
Im not the religion filled lightshow, that you said I was one day. I can't help but wish I could be me how you see me.
You have a strawberry swirl sundae and I'm happy you can keep it.
My mint chocolate chip still breaks my teeth every night I try to lick it off the floor
I'm happy for you and him
For him and you.
So don't look back at my flickering lights just walk away with your strawberry banana sundae, I'll be okay.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Standing here, watching clouds pass by,
Looking for your face in eternal memories,
Seeing an ocean blue sky,
Cotten clouds moving in front of my eyes,
Remembering your smile clearly,
Stealing away my lonely nights,
Treasured dreams,
Carrying my heart,
To a far away place,
My heart swimming,
In an ocean of memories,
From sweet yesterdays...
Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
.
you're at the front door
you're in through the front door my door
without knocking
face flushed with malice and ****** visions
"uh-huh" i say
there's a cotten shopping bag
of who-fears-what in one mitt
and you throw yourself
on my sunken couch
you unzip those mad pricy leather boots
with flames down the sides
and clutch your bag to your chest
with meaning and taunt
leaning toward
a smile crocodiles your face
your clock ; three forty seven
your mind ; immersed in some midnight woo
a witching verse and a fortune boastful and blue
am i to be involved in your clockwork mockery ?
(i have been your collaborator
and coal mine canary in the past)
do i even want to be invited ?
i don't know any better i am as always excited
"alright, i'll bite .. what's in the bag ?" i say
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 5:47 PM UTC
She was hoping for a little peace
to warm her busy sharlet day
but the grey city loomed heavy on her mind
And though the black birds sang sweeter
Today it seemed to annoy her
Shades of green swayed outside her window
Whilst white cotten clouds swam
In a sea of tranquil blue
But still
All she saw was grey
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 2:48 PM UTC
Cotton has a plantation,
It’s home in central Texas.
It might be your cremation.
Don’t drive up in your Lexus.
In the barn he persecutes.
Devices of mad torture.
Chainsaws, meat hook executes,
Diced and spilt into quarters.
The Bloodbath we fascinate,
Victims face he has gotten.
Oh my, he does dominate.
****** face here’s some Cotten.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:18 AM UTC
The temperature is dropping
While the leave turn,
Red like stop lights,
Yellow like wilting daisies,
Orange like when I close my eyes in the sun
Everyday you wear hoodies from basic
Sweaters made of grey cotten
White puff of frozen air escape from
Their mouths as they walk down streets
Six thousand six hundred and sixty seven miles away
It must be so beautiful
To see it all happen before your very eyes
Fall, autumn, summer to winter
My leaves are still green
But it’s cold knowing you’re nowhere near
Halloween is approaching
But you won’t see my costume
You won’t hold my hand
As we get lost in a corn maze
You won’t wrap an arm around me
As we ride through the pumpkin field
You won’t get to hold me close enough
Where I can hear your heart beat like drums
When we watch Tim Burton films
Not while you are over there and
I am over here
You are missing it all
I am missing it all
We are missing it all
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
Like the moon
making waves in march.
Like the communists of yore
upon sheets.
Red tide.
stalin matches in blots of red
in cotten fields
as ruby waves roll upon sandy fabric beaches
China shaped spot here,
North Korea there,
there is Cuba,
look North Vitnam!
Red tide.
The communists of yore
all fade away
come laundry day.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
Upon to mushroom hill
Where the floor is bouncy
And anything you fancy
Can be yours at will
The clouds are cotten candy
Relax and chill with Mandy
When Lucy whispers in your ear
"Its time for another brandy"
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Is it weird?
Pink vison
Eyes sparkle
Wicked smile
I don't just see it
I feel it
A pony of energy
Hot mess mane
Cotten candy stain
Little miss evil
Oh wait that's me
Alter ego
My Pinkie Pie
See something deeper
Down inside
We see you
always there
searching
waiting
lurking
To jump out
Not hide
© sd greene 10/7/17
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Sometimes it hits me
Like one to many shots of whiskey after a late night binge the taste of tequila and regret stuck to the back of the throat like some nasty film
Vaguely reminiscent overly ripe peachs
When the world goes dark and all you can do is hope to wake to something better
The kind of sudden drag that seems to smack you so hard you drool
Like the brain can't comprehend what it's thinking, feeling, or even what God **** planet it's on anymore
Some sick lingering psychotic paranoia that can only be dreamt up from the bowels of some deranged lunatic
The kind of thoughts that would if spoken give you one straight ticket to crazy town
Where the good ones fall into the sanctity of drugs and the wack jobs play in their bird cages tweeting insanity
Those moments when the brain goes quiet like some old tv buzzing it's electric static
Hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmmm
Rhythmically ringing the fuzzing sharp inhalation
Cotten wrapping the ears, eyes at the tantamount and hands on auto
The brain checks into where the person checks out and it takes control
Those 80 mile hour thoughts where driving off the road and not stopping meets the white knuckle grip
I could do it there is no stopping the lurching slow tilting wheel
Nor is there anyone to breath me back into control
To take the knife off the steady sturdy rhythm, to stop the ****** up intermingling of sickend morbidity
It is unlike the calm and even character clicking past the blinking static
Blipping from the slack jawed intensity like some victim of PTSD
Still teeming in the aftermath like some sick puppy waiting on the ride to end
It's terrible and equally ****** up this abstracting feeling is like never waking up
Strung out on some mental drug causing the heart tripping hazard of frequency
Like falling in a dream only to realize you had never slept
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
When I look at my city
I see
Boarded windows and doors
I see
Broken glass
I see
Grafitti messages eternalized on old fences and buildings
I see
Protesters fighting to be heard in a sea of voices
I see
Cotten whisps floating and blown away and forgotten like the crimes against innocent people of color committed by white police
I see
Fear in tired eyes, afraid that their children might not come home alive
I see
The man running this country denying and reading someone else's words
I see
Injustice and refusal of the second amendment
I see
The place I call my home
suddenly not safe anymore
for people of color
that America is built on
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
I was in a vortex
A very complex place
A feeling that I just have to chase
Take me there and make me safe
Wrapped up in cotten wool
For the the world no longer seems forever dull
Keep me here forever
And never let me go
A bright light shining with an everlasting glow
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
Why would I share you?
So ya at the crosswalk
Buy me a beer!
Pluck the dogs you know what lol
A some how
Let me give it all something fine
Scuff the gum
Show all the steam from the cabs
Waveing high heals
in the stream of hot coffee lines
Nobody cares really
Another cotten puffing smoker
Let it a bad desire
Why would I share you on corners
Even the desks
No body needs to understand us
Black jacket rain
Nobody gets this- why should they?
Why give em a reason.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC