The Web Poetry Corner
DreamMachineThe Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site
The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web
Google

The Web Poetry Corner

Md Cooks

of

Montclair, NJ, US

Home Authors Alphabetically Authors Date Submitted Authors Country Submission Rules Feedback



If you have comments or suggestions for Md Cooks, you can contact this author at:
MDIO@msn.com (Md Cooks)


Find a book store near you, no matter where you are located in the U.S.A.!


Cerzan

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

Gypsy's Photo Gallery


Elusive are the ways

by

Md Cooks

Elusive are the ways,
We thought we found passion.
All in the past,
All in the dream,
Just another moment,
Asking to last forever.
Never think you found love,
Never ask again
Just carry on,
And find another moment.


Seven Songs for Midnight

by

Md Cooks

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight.

The first time you sang,
Was to let me know,
The second song, was so strong,
Told me nothings wrong.

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight.

Your following tune,
Was quite clear,
Shining with the moon.
Letting go of any fear.

Without taking a breath,
You sang a fourth song,
Whispering and guiding,
Where I always belong.

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight

Fifth and foremost,
Was verse without reason,
And the sixth of faith,
A song for my season.

The seventh song at midnight,
Was a voice so free,
For these seven songs at midnight,
I realize you finally noticed me.


Seven Songs for Midnight

by

Md Cooks

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight.

The first time you sang,
Was to let me know,
The second song, was so strong,
Told me nothings wrong.

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight.

Your following tune,
Was quite clear,
Shining with the moon.
Letting go of any fear.

Without taking a breath,
You sang a fourth song,
Whispering and guiding,
Where I always belong.

Seven songs for midnight,
You sang for me,
Seven songs at midnight,
Your voice will always be,
Seven songs of midnight

Fifth and foremost,
Was verse without reason,
And the sixth of faith,
A song for my season.

The seventh song at midnight,
Was a voice so free,
For these seven songs at midnight,
I realize you finally noticed me.


Lessons Never Learned

by

Md Cooks

Where do words go from here?
To places where othersí think,
Sculpting images,
Importing imaginations.

Some may rhyme,
Others just be,
Words from a darker dawn,
Lessons I never learn.

Try to listen,
But is anything heard?
If I talk,
Do you speak?

Am I lost?
Or have I found,
The simplicity of a search,
An underlining meaning?


Passion

by

Md Cooks

Can I be part of a dream,
That visits you while you sleep?
Waking your heart,
To a moment once shared.

Can I kiss your hand,
Both as a lover and a friend?
Can I make you smile,
For some funny reason?

You put passion in my pain.
Not by choice, and no reason.
I put pain in your passion,
Why I know,
But donít want to face.

Please, try and understand,
Why I write, these words I do.
If you have been there,
You know.


To Dance

by

Md Cooks


Let's dance to an emotion of love,
Dance far into this place,
Where weíre all above,
And willing to face,
Feelings within,
Without a trace,
Of mistrust, hate and sin.

Let's dance for a while,
Dance into the blues,
Dance with a smile,
Dance till its true.

Never ending to begin,
Chaotic fools,
Always know,
That to dance,
Into love and,
From romance,
Is more too real,
And left to chance.

So dance for a while,
Dance with some blues,
Dance till we smile,
Dance always true,
To the seven songs of midnight.


The Fourth Song of Midnight

by

Md Cooks

After the first three songs,
You whispered in my ear,
Knowing that we found,
Each other,
More than by chance,
For the seven songs of midnight,
Is where we belong,
Senseless in love.


The Third Song of Midnight

by

Md Cooks

With these lyrics of your love,
No more no fear,
The reflection of your moon,
Quite romantic and clear.

This third song of midnight,
Kissing my soul,
Leaving time,
Leaving me whole.

So when the doves begin to sing,
Your angel always smiles,
For these songs of midnight,
Lasts forever and for hard miles.


The Second Song of Midnight

by

Md Cooks

The second song of midnight,
You sung so loud,
That the doves awoke,
Your angel so proud.

All was right,
Nothing wrong,
You eased my mind,
With the spirit of your song.

This second song of midnight,
Are the lyrics of your love,
Shining to heart,
Bringing me the dove.


The First Song of Midnight

by

Md Cooks

Close you eyes,
For me to sing,
This song for you,
Of heavenís ring.

Dream of me,
When I dream of you,
Sing to me,
This song I sing.

When morning comes,
The moon still here,
An angel smiles,
To the doves so dear


Fashion Dogs

by

Md Cooks

Fashion dogs,
And Broadway hounds,
Hollywood freaks,
And political clowns,
No time for reason,
No time to count,
What may be right,
Is just all hype,
And what may be wrong,
Just goes along,
To the web that is spun,
By those who spin,
Fiction for fact,
For lies to reason,
To believe this tripe,
Is the season,
Where words that rhyme,
Are meant to blind,
Those who already donít see,
Lies replaced for history.


From the Summers End

by

Md Cooks

From the summers end, the sounds of nature sing,
Calling into dusk, gently reminding,
Where we fall into place.
With the nature of faith, and one's yearnings,
Passes all time, and brings about the everlasting,
And a divinity of our peace, and the understanding,
Of the true beauty of the humanities,
And the subtleness of love, the grace of art,
Highlighting our souls.


One Wing

by

Md Cooks


One wing up,
No castles in the sand,
Flying upside down,
Looking towards the Harvest Moon.

Crashing to the sky,
All thoughts descend,
To the never ending,
And always of one,
To look up and around,
Being proud,
Laughing and cursing,
To the Devils dance,
To fly no more.

Some short little sayings,
To encourage a fool,
For birds canít fly,
With one wing down.


A Wall

by

Md Cooks


The cold from within,
Slowly invades,
From cracks,
And the outside.
The wall is worn,
The wall still stands,
A test of time,
A bitter winter storm.

Built around love,
And raised by strong hands,
The wall once knew,
Such life.
And with each passing,
And fading paint,
The warmth once held,
Keeps the wall strong.


Unlike Before

by

Md Cooks

Thinking in rhythm,
Dreaming in rhyme,
I often felt,
Lonely and blind,
From a life,
I could not find.

Then a photo,
Caught my eye,
And the voice,
From letters written,
Called by choice,
And I was bitten.

Now I wonder,
Like before,
Is this opening,
Or closing this door,
To a love,
Unlike before.


From Within Your Eyes

by

Md Cooks

A photograph,
Of a moment,
An image you care,
To capture the subtleties,
Of peacefulness,
And the natural beauty,
Where there is more to see,
Within black and white.

Like the shadows,
In its brilliance,
I can now see,
From you eyes,
That these moments,
Are true,
Preserved from your passion,
Timeless forever.

For you Dona........


From the empty crowd

by

Md Cooks

From the empty crowd,
A silent scream endlessly echoed,
Thru the canyons upon closed ears.
A child turns to look around,
Nothing familiar, nothing different,
A voice whispers, yet nothing found,
Time no different,
Time no fear,
Time no sorrow,
Time so clear.
Time no emotion,
Time no cure,
Time no reason,
Time so sure.
Time no waiting,
Time no rhyme,
Time no illusion,
Time so blind.


Forces

by

Md Cooks

From the forces of nature,
In all itís calm and furry,
An honest beauty arises,
Like the rainbow after a storm,
Glowing into our skies,
Ever so often, and ever so far,
Though not really there.

From the forces of love,
Time changes most,
Thru the calm and the furry,
Where riding the storm,
Does the rainbow appear?
For eyes that have stayed.


Above

by

Md Cooks

Above all lies,
Free from the rhetoric,
Accept what is real,
The beliefs you followed,
The beliefs of your faith.
Though rarely passionate,
Life is special,
So why deceive,
Or keep on seeking false treasures,
That are oasis of dreams,
Because dreams are special,
And the foundation of the presence of today.


Crickets Still Echo

by

Md Cooks

The crickets still echo thru an open window,
Night falls early like my hope to ever hear that voice,
The one so soft, desiring such passion,
Wanting to be held, like all others do,
Will time or the crickets let me forget?
Or will the Seven Songs of Midnight,
Let me finally rest?
For this a curse, my written words,
And the fantasies I allow,
To spoil the reality of what is there.
Please find what you must,
For your hearts confusion,
What is real can never be replaced,
From these unwise words written with no blame.


Touch the Truth of a Soul

by

Md Cooks

Words that touch the truth of a soul,
like the smile of stranger passing into view,
Looking for comfort, seeking seduction,
Within the eyes that are true.
The touch of warmth that shares the love of being,
And becoming one,
Of laughter and tears,
Caring and concern, for the life not yours,
Only to share____.


Beyond These Words

by

Md Cooks

As I painted a picture dreaming of you,
The smile I remember,
Will always be clear.
Your thoughts and the laughter,
Brighten this day.
As they will always,
Reflect your grace.

No words, nor painting,
Can ever capture this beauty,
That flourishes within,
And shined out at me,
Opening my heart,
Showing my soul,
An ever and always loving place.


To Wait

by

Md Cooks

The Wait,
Endless with anticipation,
Blinded by the unknown,
Tireless with every tick,
Timeless with each tock.
Nothing ever seems to matter,
Only to know a reason.
Impatient to greet the end,
Like walking alone,
Along a gray winterís shore,
The damp cold sand,
And the breaking of waves,
The wind like the wait,
Sometimes bitter as the cold.


Catch Fire

by

Md Cooks

Catch fire,
For my love tingle your desire,
Feed your hunger,
Boil your soul.
To dance in the space of 0's and 1's,
Challenge our thoughts,
To make it real,
For all of you,
My desire wants to steal.


One Last Lie

by

Md Cooks

I hurt from all sides,
From the pain,
I thought was passion,
I hurt from all lies,
That goes all around this room,
For your forgiveness,
Is just a mere escape.

Look at me,
See what I feel,
Look at me,
And spare one lie,
Look at me,
With those lying, honest eyes.

You spoke some words,
And caught my attention,
You wrote some rhymes,
And did not mention,
That your lying, honest eyes
Had no intention.

Look at me,
Say something real,
Look at me,
And tell me one last lie.


Arise

by

Md Cooks

Arise,
From beyond,
Out of shadows,
Glazed by dreams.
Endless from imagination,
Timeless of eternities,
For a truth of love,
Destined by faith.


Dreams

by

Md Cooks

As bounty as the ocean depths,
And clearer then the Caribbean Sea,
From the waves that draw life within,
To a paradise no closer to shore,
Like the sailors life off at sea,
Ever so lonesome,
Ever so free.

They sail into a mid-day storm,
Without warning the sea has risen.
For fear they not know,
And fear never risen.
With each wave driven onboard,
This is the life they left for offshore.

They ride the waves into the night,
Where a calm of beauty has set in.
With the ocean moon lighting the sky,
A thought of home passes,
The dreams they have dreamt.


Our Sun

by

Md Cooks

Needing to taste your love,
I'll be thinking of you,
Anticipating to hear your voice,
To hear you laugh one day,
As our bodies boil,
Dancing chest to breast,
Pressing to go beyond,
And into love,
Where our every move,
Brings us affection,
Choreographed from fantasy,
Staged in dreams.
Lets let these poems become real,
And never end,
And always make love,
To the Seven Songs of Midnight,
Until the rising of our sun.


Breathing Easier

by

Md Cooks

Breathing easier, the glass began to fill.
A haze evaporates with each laugh,
The laughter becomes life,
Life becomes.
The drop of water,
Always clear,
Yet tainted with the passion,
And painted with fear,
It is all of life,
Refreshing our thirsts,
And cleansing the impurities,
We have drunk at some moment in time.


A Stage

by

Md Cooks

A stage was set,
No actors appeared.
Cameras rolling,
The writer feared.

A story was written,
Very few ever survive.
But like Spence and Kate,
A love truly came alive.

Humbled by words,
Inspired by choice.
Your eyes said the same,
From the love in your voice.

Now that it is known,
The actors appear,
On this stage,
The film of my life.


Merely Words?

by

Md Cooks

Words that rhyme from time to line,
Are sometimes words that lead us blind,
From life itself,
And within those lines,
That borders boundaries,
Where freedom may lie,
In life itself,
Or in others eyes.

Words that rhyme from line to line,
Are true to thought within our minds,
Where life itself often does find,
The peace it seeks,
And the dreams we dream,
The hurt it hides,
The emotions it binds,
Our souls with our minds.

Words that rhyme from line to time,
Are shadows of thoughts,
We hardly hear,
For history has spoken,
So many words,
In a tone that is wise,
To the present of the future.

Words that rhyme from time to time,
Will be words that apply,
A truth they seek,
No matter how vague,
The complexity of the scheme,
To the roots of its find.


So Goodbye

by

Md Cooks

I am scared , I am lonely,
In body, and thought.
To share another moment,
Even just a hello,
Is all I wish,
Will I ever know.

Forgive me if I havenít already asked,
For the words I write to you.
Your kiss, and the times looking into your eyes,
Forever I shall miss.

The final verse to this song,
Had a beginning,
But no end__.

I am sorry,
So goodbye.


To Not Know

by

Md Cooks

To not know,
Is not to live.
These thoughts of mine,
Simple with truths,
Seek the quality of life only 2 can share.
Time so simple,
We make complex,
To hide the hum drums,
Only fear what is not there.


To Know

by

Md Cooks

The honest lies I try to hide,
Self evident,
Yet pushed aside,
Fade from the gray into the black,
God is my witness,
God is my soul,
God is my savoir and the friend,
Granting me time,
Time to share
Upon this earth,
With the lives Iíve been blessed,
To get to know.


Iím

by

Md Cooks

Iím strictly a fool for your love,
Iím strictly a fool for your game,
Iím strictly a fool for your love,
Iím strictly a fool for the pain.

Answer me how will it end,
Together or alone,
Or just a friend,
To always write words,
To tell you the soul,
Of the song,

Iím strictly a fool for your love,
Iím strictly a fool for your game,
Iím strictly a fool for your love,
Ií m strictly a fool for the pain.

Put some reggae in my blues,
Put the passion back in my pain,
Put some Jah in my emotion.


You Took

by

Md Cooks

You took the time,
To look down.
You shook my time,
With no cause,
And why,

To that funky reggae,
That funky reggae,
Funky, reggae blues.

From some knowledge of love,
Towards the meaning of one,
From the searches and solutions.
To dance with the ecstasy of your fire.

You took the time,
To get me high,
You shook my rhyme.
You took me to,

You took to those funky,
Reggae, those funky reggae,
Those funky reggae blues_.


The Eyes of Desire

by

Md Cooks

In the eyes of desire,
Itís no political emotion,
Just a picture with no media,
On a canvas you shared,
In some other days.
Thereís no political devotion,
Just how you drew the cards,
Beyond the dimension of imagination, on a stage,
Constructed of dreams,
For spirits to critique, and judge,
For honest lies, mean no harm


Twilight Days

by

Md Cooks

Waves echoing,
Upon the sand,
Sunlight peaking,
Over land,
Days of lazy,
Days so true,
Never hazy,
Always blue.

The sky,
Singing in the rain,
Rumbling slowly,
Rumbling proud,
Flashing memories,
Of a long August night,
From childhood dreams,
Into the twilight.


Untitled #1

by

Md Cooks

From wise words,
Where days ruined under gorgeous skies,
Shadows thoughts,
Bitten by reason,
Designed from logic of a fool,
Calibrating emotions,
To the untamed beast,
And from the treason,
Of inner wars,
From the outside world,
Trespassing the sanctuary of the immortal being.
Clashing rhyme and reason,
For a political truth,
Communicating confusion,
As though Caesar created Shakespeare.


Silence

by

Md Cooks

Where is light that cast a shadow,
Between the nurturing cravings,
Optimized without vain,
Pairing the consequences,
With the act and the desire,
Separating the value of the emotion,
And the emotion of a moment,
With a moment of silence,
Interpreting silence,
As wise words not spoken,
And newfound thoughts,
Being born upon,
The silence.


The Fifth Song of Midnight

by

Md Cooks

Beyond the singing,
And beyond the lust,
Of bodies loving,
And holding trust,
For the fifth song,
Of Midnight,
Echoes all that you are.


Days Ruined Under Gorgeous Skies

by

Md Cooks

Innocent ways,
Unknown lies,
Ruined days,
Gorgeous skies.

Blacked rainbows,
Poison rain,
Friendly foes,
All for pain.


Words of Peace

by

Md Cooks

Of black and white,
And checkered squared,
Silent strategy,
Fills the air.
No war of words,
Or words of peace,
For bishops of weapons,
Grandeur of pawns,
As blood is shed,
Of meaningless lies.

To shake hands with a Hitler,
And curse at a priest,
This new centuryís dawn,
Has learned no lesson,
Like the growing child,
Believing their wise,
When not listening,
To mothers eyes,
And learn the pain,
From these flesh ripping games.


Savoir-faire

by

Md Cooks

Soho sweet,
Sassy blue,
Sultry rhythm,
Satin you.

Soulful strength,
Simply fond,
Social hype,
Seeing beyond.

Strikingly simple,
Sensual eyes,
Speaking truth,
Sensitively wise.


Storms That Rise

by

Md Cooks

Blackened clouds,
Burst to flames,
As rainbows freeze,
In bitter pains.
These storms that rise,
Nurturing and seething,
Honest lies,
Shredding tears,
From days ruined,
Under gorgeous skies.

No passion found,
For passion slayed,
As a golden hour,
Slowly fades,
From life long lost,
That never lived,
Never shared,
Never given.

I fear for not,
The war within,
Taking toll,
Stealing pride,
Caressing scars,
Deep inside,
Where evil danced,
And sliced its way,
Hijacking a soul,
On a stormy day.


Two Poets

by

Md Cooks

If two poets fall in love,
And dance with words,
Resolving to one,
From lost feelings....
A single dove..
Then two poets fall in love,
To embrace,
And dare to clash,
To be as one,
Yet not the same.....
So when two poets fall in love,
The passions of words,
Seduced to trust,
As intimate mates,
For the body of our minds.

Written for Toby


Little One

by

Md Cooks


Little one,
Your life so shared,
Little one,
So many have cared,
Little one
From birth you gave,
Little one,
Youíre more than brave,
Little one,
So many prayed,
Little one,
You have stayed,
Little one,
It was right,
Little one,
Rest well every night,
Little one,
You will grow,
Little one,
Some day youíll know,
Little one,
Little one,
Long live your life.

For Jodi, and always Mary.

MD Cooks December 14, 2000


Ours to Change

by

Md Cooks

Letís disinfect the views,
Of racists eyes,
Give respect,
For those who change,
Our world,
For all of life,
And peace of time.

To ease the edge of daily life,
Reduce all of ignorance,
To learn from lies,
And share our difference,
That may grow between,
Enemies and friends alike,
For it is ours to change.

Inspired by the Whimsical Poet


Still Today

by

Md Cooks

The pursuit,
Jumping Bull,
Cowboy boots,
Murder full,
To this farm,
Bullets hailed,
More than harm,
Justice failed.

Here begun,
Another end,
All this from,
Self-defend,
Someoneís home,
Still today,
All unknown,
Locked away.

Now dying,
Still feared,
All trying,
To be cleared,
Such a fight,
And to be,
What is right,
Leonard free.

Toby, if it were not for you.


Thoughts for You

by

Md Cooks


If I were an angel,
I would hover above,
Making sure that youíre fine,
And all your days filled with love,
From family and friends,
And from those that you meet.

Though weíve never really spoke,
Only sharing some words,
More than my thoughts,
I pray will be heard,
For you to the Lord,
From my heart to our God.


Life Amongst Trees

by

Md Cooks

Quiet from dreams that fell from the heart,
Into the winds of sultry eyes,
Searching along the river,
On snow covered banks,
Branches still reaching,
Though bear without leaves.

The riverís waters still flow to the sea,
The eyes of desire,
Still look in the breeze,
For others that seek,
The waters of life,
And life amongst trees.


Untitled#2

by

Md Cooks

To make a difference,
In one life,
And that difference multiplies by one,
Could views and issues,
Show a change,
On lives not knowing,
From an ignorance,
Of some blame,
Or lack of respect,
Or just donít care,
Then it is that much more,
To invite and share.


This Eve

by

Md Cooks

On this new dawn,
The Eve of Christmas calling,
Mystical of prayers,
Teachings of life,
Questions of our being,
Upon faith we cherish,
Knowing to believe,
This knowledge of everlasting,
To follow past this earth,
Into your heavens hands,
To the light,
To free all darken souls,
Where all is,
And of love,
For this Eve of Christmas calling.


Double 8

by

Md Cooks

A rhythm of eighty-eight,
Soft yet loud,
A movement of time,
On staccato, on swing,
For a harmony, black and white,
In a key of universal love,
Countering a phrase,
To the point upon the beat,
Underlying melody,
Improvised on the voice,
Within a ballad of the blues.

Syncopated structure,
Another eighty-eight,
Rhythmic on the swing,
To the downbeat of the soul,
As sweet as the bop,
That is hot on the cool,
Dancing with the rhythms,
Orchestral as blue,
In time, on rag,
Harmonic and majestic,
All in eighty-eight.


A Special Place

by

Md Cooks

For those,
Kind and special,
If I could truly show my thanks,
With words I may write,
You may see and,
Feel my inner ways,
Of knowing how true you are.
Though these words may not capture,
The essence of your being,
Know me not for the wisdom of you,
Just as a reflection of a thought,
I wished to praise,
Celebrate, and signify
You.

From this world,
Sometimes hostile,
Sometimes sweet,
The beauty found
Of gifts from you,
Could only encourage,
Ease the pains,
And give thanks,
For the meaning,
You share.

Once again,
The celebration of life,
Born with your being,
I want to thank
And find your special place,
You belong to be.

Thinking of Charlotte, someone I wish to call a friend


For All

by

Md Cooks

For all of art,
Beauty extends,
Expressions of life,
To pass,
To learn,
Otherís tears
Of pain, of joy,
Stories for all,
Some silent,
To reflect,
Some spoken,
To teach,
Some born,
By brush,
Some written,
To please,
Some sculpted,
To honor,
Some engineered,
To fear,
Some acted,
To humor,
Some magical,
To hear,
Some cherished,
For giving,
Some discouraged,
For truth,
Some faded,
By time,
Some banned,
For fear,
Some burned.
From lies,
Some stolen,
For greed,
Some hidden,
For reasons,
Some lost,
For moments,
Some found,
A new.


Untitled#3

by

Md Cooks

The sun falling morning,
Some rain for this dawn,
Alive past the dreams,
Dimensions between two,
Of time and some truth.
Questions for rhyme,
Reasons less logic,
Three thoughts for some food.
Rhyming with questions,
Three foods for some thoughts,
For cerebral nutrition,
As stars shine,
Past noon.


Untitled#3

by

Md Cooks

The sun falling morning,
Some rain for this dawn,
Alive past the dreams,
Dimensions between two,
Of time and some truth.
Questions for rhyme,
Reasons less logic,
Three thoughts for some food.
Rhyming with questions,
Three foods for some thoughts,
For cerebral nutrition,
As stars shine,
Past noon.


Music America

by

Md Cooks

From the colors that sing,
In waves of blue,
Sapphire in the swing,
Like amethyst so true.

Green to virgin ears,
A diamond so smooth,
Golden on years,
An emerald to the groove.

More than colors to rainbows,
In black, beige and tan,
That silent in a way,
Coloring in endless, all-time.


Compromise

by

Md Cooks


Civilized,
Opponents,
Making,
Productive,
Resolutions,
Objectively,
Managing,
Issues,
Sensitively,
Effective.


Black Jack

by

Md Cooks

A hand of Black Jack,
Two queens in hand,
In the rhyme of a beast,
Doubling down.

The fallen one,
Deals each card,
The ante,
Virgin thoughts.

Beauty stripped,
Beyond no soul,
Music echoes,
In waves, on glass.

Snow falling burns,
Dry rain quenching thirsts,
Two queens in hand,
Two queens in hand.


Sad Eyes Look Down

by

Md Cooks


Questions of days ruined,
Where white horses run a stray,
Tranquil by innocence,
Trampled by trust,
Lifted by lies,
Sacrificed for civility,
Garnished by pity.

Reflecting fear,
Cultivating hope,
Wisdom cherished,
Immune to labels,
Of religious,
And political faiths,
Constructed by time.

In a storm of dreams,
Sparring with seduction,
In a wave of disaster,
Refreshing a smile,
Of better days,
To the wisdom of innocence,
In the moment, of today.


The Poetry of You

by

Md Cooks

You are the smile to my eyes,
The thought that drives my desires,
The poem to end all words,
At the end of each day.

You've defined my world,
Shared the intimate you,
Lighting my hope,
Watering dreams long lost.

Singing songs never written,
Echoing the rhythm of love,
Finding the unanswered,
To questions never asked.

You are the eyes to my smile,
The desires that make me dream,
Words to my poems,
To all my days end.


In This Silence

by

Md Cooks

In this silence,
In my soul,
In this silence,
I know it feels,
Yet cannot tell,
The warmth,
The truth of you,
Of how it has become,
Become surreal,
No fiction from my heart,
I sense as one,
Still stumbling,
No fiction,
Still stumbling,
I stumble for you


Untitled #4

by

Md Cooks

Unburden thy self from ruthless pain,
The masquerade, to nurse old wounds,
Sheds no fear.
In a house of mirrors,
Truths reflect,
Yet refracted often thru eyes,
To those,
Never looking in,
At the honest lies,
That heals,
Like butter on a burn.


Untitled

by

Md Cooks

Eyes (Looking In)

From my heart of imagination,
To life there after,
Where rhyme and space does not be,
To greet the eyes,
Eyes that seduced,
Eyes raising my heat.

In thought,
Boiling blood,
Firing all desire.
Erotic with style,
The style, only you.

Beyond this passion,
To see inside,
Inside these eyes,
If only ever to see.

MD Cooks January 4, 2002

For you____


Chitter Chatter

by

Md Cooks

Words, thoughts and whine,
Some chatter chat to pass,
Pass across the diner table,
Pass across the peanut butter.

Some moment long ago,
Reminding you,
Reminding you of something_.
No, not dťjŗ vu,
But maybe special,
Special with,
Wine read with roses,
Special as,
Wine read with bread.

Like special dreams,
For special hearts,
Just ask why,
Why not, and when,
When words whine with roses.

MD Cooks January 2, 2002


AWAITING

by

Md Cooks

In this emptyness
Awaiting fulfillness without return.
In this darkness
Awaiting the star to brightness and guidance.
In this whole
Looking for whom?
This unknown
willing to be liked and known.
In this heart
Awaiting affection in this struggle of peacefulness.
In my person
Presence of thunder
Awaiting the glimmer of a special star.

Ginette Gagnon