Whispers of the Heart

Listen carefully and the words will speak to you

Marblehead Morning

Pink along the horizon mixed with a touch of blue
The smell of ocean water seems to be calling you.
Along the line of trees, so black as morning falls
The pink sheds its light as the seagulls call.

The sky with all its splendor seems to say hello
As the morning sun arises above the trees below.
Boats are now arriving as the morning sheds her light
Peaceful is the moment as we pass away the night.

It's another Marblehead morning as the boats come in
The docks are now filling with the early fishermen,.
The pink sky now fades as the shine of the morning sun
Casts its glow upon us, another morning has begun.

Things Forgotten

The radio was the only sound

You rode a car with the top rolled down

Rumble seats and holding hands

Meant more than diamonds worth a grand

Girls wore dresses, men wore pants

Eating dinner saying grace not chants

Saying good night and I love you

Was something that you would always do

A morning kiss, the family would gather

Breakfast rolls and daily chatter

Dad would go to work in the fields

While mom cleaned the house and cooked the meals

 

Things forgotten, our family and friends

Back When

Back when you drove into the movies

Popcorn you shared, kissing you dared

Back when the sky you could stargaze

Laying in the sand, holding your hand

Whatever happened to the days back when

Lovers and sweethearts walked hand in hand

Central Park was for lovers in a horse drawn carriage

Being chauffered around after the marriage

Whatever happened to the days back when

Girls would be girls and men would be men

Cries of a Child

To be loved and wanted, is that too much
To be listened to and believed at a touch
Given by an intruder of my body and soul
Cries of a child that go untold.
To be able to hug and kiss without fear
To be able to feel safe when he's near
Not to be taken and abused from within
Cries of a child of this ungodly sin.
To be loved by a man who is gentle and warm
To be able to marry without any harm
Give of oneself freely, love that is new
Cries of a child that so often are true
To be able one day to know that the crime
To be able to say that a sin of this kind
Given by others, no fault of thy own
Cries of a child to be left all alone.
To be able to now see that I'm not afraid
To be able to live and smile at each day
Knowing that he will no longer create
Cries of a child, he's now met his fate.

copyright @2001 Dee Cooper

 

Gathering

For my children who are my greatest inspiration.

Silently sitting under the tree of dreams
Trying to remember when I was a child
Staring at the snow covered peaks wishing
To be among those who were skiing.
To have the wind in my face while the sun
Shed its warmth over my soul within.
Desperately seeking shelter from the crowd
That hover around when the next page is the
Climax of the best book I have ever read.
Trying not to seem rude when asked how are you,
What are you doing? Can't they see that themselves?
Are people that closed to the work outside?
Trying hard to be the perfect hostess
Gathering with the family and loved ones from afar
Listening to songs of the season and making
The dinner that all would savor and talk about till the
Next time that we all gather. I cook, I clean, I make the
Bread pudding, stuff the turkey and do ALL the dishes

copyright@2002bydeecooper

 

copyright@2002byDeeCooper             copyright@1998byDeeCooper

Where's my Socks?

For DJ & Ashley and their joyous childhood moments

"It's my turn,he's been at the
         Computer over an hour"
                  "MOM! It's my turn!
                         Please get Ashley out of the shower"

"Where's my book bag?"

"did you put it in your room?"
"I did, where is it? OH NO! The bus!"
"Hurry! You'll miss it; stop all this fuss"
"Bye Mom, we love you; see you tonight"
Have a good day children, a sigh as the bus
rolls out of sight. . .

Calamity clusters caring concern
Children calling at every turn
"Where are my socks? I got a game!"
All this confusion, stay firm but not stearn
Calamity clusters caring concern.

Children's choices choose not to be heard
Spent over an hour going over every word
Say it, spell it, sentence and say it again
Over and over, "Brush your teeth,
Pick up your plates, change your sheets!"
Then right back to where the day began.

(this is a revision of the first paragraph of the poem)

It's my turn, he's been sitting at the
        computer over an hour"
              "MOM! It's my turn!
                       Please get Ashely out of the shower"
"Where's my book bag?"
"I don't know, did you put it in your room?"
"Yes, and it's not there!"
"Look upstairs."

"I did, where is it? OH NO! The bus!"
"Hurry! You'll miss it; stop all this fuss"
"Bye Mom, we love you; see you tonight"

Have a good day children, a sigh as the bus rolls out of sight...

The telephone rings, a buzzer sounds -
"Sis, I need to hang up. Cake is in the oven,
                I've homework to do while no one's around"

"Talk to you later. Have a great day!"

Wow, that's easy for her to say.

Calamity clusters caring concern
Children calling at every turn
"Where are my socks? I got a game!"
All this confusion, stay firm but not stearn
Calamity clusters caring concern.

Sometimes I want to change my name.

Children's choices choose not to be heard
Spent over an hour going over every word
Say it, spell it, sentence and say it again
Then right back to where we've already been
Over and over, "Brush your teeth,
Pick up your plates, change your sheets!"
Children's choices choose not to be heard -

You'd think they'd tire of mom sounding like a mockingbird.








(the following is a revision done to this poem to give it more density and mystery)

Noise and confusion
A state of mind
The calls of the wild
No that of a child.
Bells, phones, "where are my socks?"
Calamity clustrs caring concern,

Silence and order
A state of desire
Time to read
Not one, but two
Pages, novels, "a place to hide."
Peace pervails passionate promise
Mother's moments maintain serenity.


Mr. Waldiers Pickles

For a great 5th grade teacher; thanks from DJ, Charyssa & many more

The jar rested on his desk
The envy of every child
What they would do for one,
To be able to crunch, be seen by all;
Savoring this moment of truth
Significant to performance
Helping others, a special deed
Assist another child in need.

copyright@2002byDeeCooper

 

Waiting...

The image was not so very clear
Corner of State and Congress
Why does she stand like a statue
Awaiting her knight to mount
Did she not hear the latest news
The last one that they found
Did she think

it all a joke?

 

I love a rainy night
I love to watch the thunder as it lights up the sky
But to stand like a new-born fawn awaiting the storm
While lightning flickers all around
The neon lights beckon her there
A place to be a maiden, even one not so fair
She stands here still awaiting her call
Abandoned, confused, dazed

and broke.

 

To not feel love in the morning
To never feel the delight of passion
Touch of gentle hands against her skin
Give all of this up for a night of thunder
Integrated with alcohol, peril

and smoke.

copyright@2001dee

Inner Peace

Inner Peace,

Woven into one plaid fabricated life.

Colors weaved together to form the outer layer.

Hues of blue dabbled with children’s fantasies.

Majestic mountains reaching upward while

Waving waters roll and crash against the shore.

An avalanche of colors

Avocado grass among the evergreen pines with their

Peaks interrupting the baby blue backdrop.

Mahogany deserts with arms open wide to the

Tumbleweeds; such as we,

Rolling along without opening our eyes -

At a world full of crystal cascading waterfalls,

Moonlit beaches and blazing sunsets.

Inner Peace,

Daydreams to lighten our load when the doctor

Office white is the portrait on our walls.

copyright@2000bydee

 

Scattered Finals

Scattered papers all around

Not a moment have I found-

To paint my nails, trim the tree;

Homework, housework calling thee.

Two more weeks, papers due

Now to come down with the flu

Would place the needle in the stack

To ne’r be able to come back.

A degree on hold for a year or two

Bills to pay, this wouldn’t do.

Crack the books, bite the nails

Dodge the brooms and the pails;

Decorations will have to wait

Can’t turn in any more late

Papers - due within a week

Semester looking pretty bleak.

Smile, what else can you do?

Graduation in 2002!

Child abuse is Wrong

 Children are mini people, Children are not toys

                             We need to stop abuse to our children

we need to respect our children

we need to teach our children

we need to love our children

children are mini people

children are not toys

sexual abuse is growing in our nation

many children are abused daily

children are being used as sex toys

children are not owned

children are not property

children are mini people

children are not toys

children deserve to feel safe

children deserve to be safe

from family, friends & teachers

from other leaders in their lives

from strangers and from society

children are mini people

children are not toys