With youth and innocence
Nothing is impossible
And dreams have no boundaries.
With adulthood and education
Possibilities are limited
And dreams are foggier but possible.
With seniority and experience
Realism limits us
And dreams are of youth and impossibilities.
2019 M. G. Cooper
I look at the flowers
Floating in the night
Each one trying
To fulfill its’ mission.
Some are larger than others
Some less perfect than the best
But all equally trying
To do the job they were created for.
If only humanity tried so hard.
One of these days
my usefulness
gone
I am a burden
One of these days
My heart will cease
finished
I am a memory
One of these days
Grass will grow over me
hidden
I am an occasional story
One of these days
My grandchildren aged
forgotten
I never existed.
© 2019 M. G. Cooper
Life is full of tribulation
People, places and things
To try our joy.
Look not to seek the darkness
But to seek out the light
The blessings in your life.
And when it comes to people
People dear and true to you
Count them twice. ~ ME
© 2019 M. G. Cooper
A song from the 70’s
There you are
Unrequited, yet alluring
Drawing me in
To shatter a heart again.
How do I escape
The past that haunts me
From all directions
With you?
My love for you
With no end
Always there
To hurt me again.
© 2019 M. G. Cooper
I am me
Not you
I will create me
You just mind you.
My content
Is not yours
Just as yours
Is not mine.
My niche
Is for me
Go find your own
& leave me alone.
©2019 M. G. Cooper
In his darkest moment
All alone
Falling towards the pits of hell
He cried out
To his oft ignored God
For an end
In a flash of light
His pain faded
His distress gone
And he heard a voice speak
Not a booming voice
Not a voice to fear
But a voice of comfort and love
A voice that arose from nowhere
And everywhere alike
With a loving
While chiding message
“I never asked you to walk alone.”
For it was he
who had wandered
Not Him.
©2017 M. G. Cooper
©2017 M. G. Cooper
Into the night we all must ride
On a steed of blinding light
Headlong onto our judgment day
Having fought and lost to life.
We stand before the final Judge
Our deeds weighed against our sin
No appeal will be given that day
No mercy can we beg or win.
If you war and kill in His name
No favor will you gain
For those who violate His law
The fires of hell will reign.
Live your life with passion and peace
Put all others before your own
Live according to the law
And your goodness to God will be known.
©2017 MGC
The artist paints the world
Through rose colored glasses
With a fantasier’s soul
And it is a pretty street urchin on the canvas
The realist sees
The hideous monster
As it is and always will be
While it poses for the artist to paint
The artist cries out at the realists words
Burdening him with labels to load him down
To break his spirit
But it is to no avail as the realist does not waiver
The realist tears the glasses
from in front of the artist’s eyes
Only for the artist to turn his head
until his glasses protect his view again
As long as the artist will not see
And the realist will not waiver
Nothing will change
And the monster laughs
© 2015 M. G. Cooper
This poem was published in the Grand View University annual publication for prose, poetry & photography in 2015
Rural Poetry 