Wednesday, June 18, 2014

A Poem for My Father


The tallest short man

you’ve ever seen. When I

was six, he was ten feet tall

and he continued to grow

taller, year by year.

His sweat and rough

brown hands paid

for our house, our car,

my clothes, and my fine

college education.

His rough hands

stoked the coal furnace each

winter morning at five—

so I awoke at 6:30

in a warm house.

and now I know

that I can never thank

him for the silent

love of all those

years.

© David Cooper 6/17/14

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

I love Jesus, but I drink a little


“I love Jesus, but I drink a little”

                                                --Gladys Hardy         

Margarie was a good Christian woman,

but she loved Seagram’s gin

almost as much as she

loved Jesus—

Almost.

 

She had her daily

devotion  with

a little tonic water

and two ice cubes.

 

Now don’t get me wrong—

she was a good Christian woman,

but she didn’t like colored people.

Why?

She didn’t know, but

her Daddy, Big Jim,

hated them, too.

 

Margarie was a good Christian

woman. Just ask Reverend Sikes,

or  John Deare

who lived on Maple Street.

 

They both said she

“was a good woman”

after sharing her bed.

 

When Margarie died

the whole town

turned out.

 

On her tombstone

was writ in big

 block letters:

Margarie Johnson:

1924-1992

Good Mother

Good Wife.

She was a good

Christian woman.

© David L. Cooper

Thursday, June 5, 2014

1. Free Verse

“I’d as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down.”
- Edward Lathern Interviews with Robert Frost

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Sweet Dreams


The beast that guarded Thebes

has the head of  Elizabeth Taylor,

the breasts of Jayne Mansfield

and the body of a lion.

A Republican stops at

the city gate

where she asks him

a question—

Are you an honest man?

He gives the wrong answer,

is ripped to pieces,

and thrown into the sea.

Serves me right:

that’s what you get

when you eat

smoked oysters

and drink red wine

at bedtime.

 

Now send in

another Republican.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Ode to Duct Tape



                                    When you walked out of my life

                                    and publicly slammed the door—

                                    I held my heart together with

                                    duct tape.

                                    Now I will admit

                                    that this ain’t

                                    no damn ode

                                    and I am out

                                    of duct tape, too.

                                    My Humpty

                                    Dumpty

                                    heart can’t

                                    be put back

                                    together again.

                                    © David Cooper 5/12/14

Saturday, May 10, 2014

South African Poet to be Honored

South African poet, Amelia B. Pegram, to be honored at JCTC graduation

May 13 - 14, 2014
South African poet, author, performer and teacher Amelia Blossom Pegram will be honored May 13 by Jefferson Community & Technical College, which will present her with the “Jefferson Award for Community Service” during the college’s annual commencement ceremony.
Born in Capetown and active in the anti-apartheid movement, Pegram’s firsthand knowledge influences much of her writing.  However, through her essays and poetry, she also takes readers through a kaleidoscope of experiences that have shaped her life.
“Ms. Pegram’s work is a powerful chronicle of pain, suffering, persistence and triumph,” said Tony Newberry, president, Jefferson Community & Technical College. “Her tireless efforts deserve recognition for their ability to teach and move people to action. It was important to us, in this time following the death of Nelson Mandela, that we paused to remember.”
The ceremony will be held at 6:30 pm. in Hall 2C of the Kentucky International Convention Center. It is free and open to the public.
The Jefferson Award for Community Service is presented to an individual who has served the community in significant ways that advanced quality of life, cultural and social understanding and/or educational attainment.
Pegram studied at the University of Cape Town, the Guildhall School of Music and Drama in London, the University of Leeds and the University of Louisville. She has internationally published poems, short stories, critical essays, book reviews, and theater criticism. She is author of several books, including Our Sun Will Rise: poems from South Africa, Echoes Across a Thousand Hills, and Beneath the Boabab.
Her work has been translated into several languages. Her dramatic works include "You've Struck A Rock" performed at the Kentucky Center for the Arts, and a collaboration on the widely performed "And the Dance Goes On." She has performed professionally in film, radio and stage. 
Since relocating to Kentucky from South Africa in 1972, she has continued teaching, studying, and performing, adding musical and/or dance accompaniment to her spoken-word performances.  Currently she is an adjunct instructor for Jefferson Community & Technical College.
Record Associate’s Degrees
About 500 students are expected to participate in the ceremony, where the college anticipates awarding a record 1,201 associate’s degrees, as well as 131 diplomas and 3,194 certificates to a total of 1,738 graduates.  Many students earn more than one credential.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Just Because


( Por Suzette)

                        Why do I love you, lady?

                        Because—

                        You enchant me

                        Like a summer’s day.

                       

                        Why do I love you, lady?

                        Is it your eyes?

                        Is it your smile?

                        Or is it your derriere

                        restrained by tight jeans?

 

                        Why do I love you, lady?

                        Why?

                        Why?

                        Why?

 

 

 

 

David Cooper