Category Archives: My poetry

I wrote this late last night.  Hope you enjoy it. -Cindy Jones   The Constitution      by C L Cooper    My words are pencil thin not strong enough to carry the emotions of truth many hands had written here   … Continue reading →

  Time Lapse Photography              -C L Cooper   shadows pool at my feet like a slinky dress dropped in haste after a lover’s kiss      and I wait for you      naked and trembling      in the heat of … Continue reading →

  I am a Tree     by C L Cooper     There is one who sits among my branches caressing the long limbs as his hands carry him skyward as high up as he dare climb   He skims my … Continue reading →

(I just wrote this…enjoy it)     Circles of Elation             C L Cooper    to love you so completely to love you so divine to love you so compulsive that happiness is mine   that tender touches falter that perfect … Continue reading →

I passed across a copy of this cheerful little poem and thought it would be a good shot in the arm this morning.  Written last June, I just realized that it had never been posted before because this blog site is still … Continue reading →

  Hard     by C L Cooper   She remembered what the sound of his quickening breath did to her body stripping away her defenses along with her clothes entering her flesh     denuded   But his strong voice despite whispers of … Continue reading →

  My footprints skim iridescent orbs     rhythmic’ly     hypnotically   Sliding silver beads connect each damp desire   I traverse your stars at night when I retire     Like astral tears incandescent light     liquefies     encompasses   Molten metal dreams invade … Continue reading →

So what else do I do besides write blogs when I can’t sleep because my thoughts won’t rest? I write poetry, of course.  Are you not honored to have me share my latest with you?  Laugh.   Winter in Albuquerque        … Continue reading →

my song     C L Cooper   something about lust and the fire of my soul or the lightening in my eyes that drains your mind’s control   something about heat that brings you close to sin and the fellowship of … Continue reading →

Although I didn’t just now write this one (wrote it last spring), it describes so well how I feel this AM that I decided to blog it anyway.  Like a painting, poetry is subjective.  You should judge it based upon how … Continue reading →