Vincent S. Coster

Rookie - 136 Points [Vincent S. Coster] (13th December 1976 / Dublin Ireland)

Vincent S. Coster
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Vincent S. Coster is an Irish-born poet who now lives in England where he continues to write poetry and the occasional short story. He began writing poetry as a way of venting the frustrations of being an outsider in a small rural village in Ireland when he was twelve, but it wasn’t until he was nineteen that he decided to take up the vocation of poetry as a serious craft.

Since then he has tirelessly worked on developing his poetic voice with a determination to take up the mantle as the ''Poetic Oracle of his race, '' and sees himself as the heir apparent to Seamus Heaney in the line of great Irish poets stretching back to WB Yeats. His main style is the loose free form lyrical ... more »

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  • '''Sid and Nancy had it made
    Heroin chic stupidity
    In a hotel bed
    Glazed eyes
    And soft carpet touch
    Like a thorn in the side of youthful folly'''
    From Keep It Punky From the collection The Spirit Of Youth ©2012 Vincent S. Coster All rights reserved
  • 'For him there could only ever be
    The hope and longing
    Despair and guilt
    To which he could but shrug
    And surrender
    Happy only to have seen
    The Queen of the No...
    From The Queen Of The North From the collection Eat Not My Brother ©2015 Vincent S. Coster All Rights Reserved
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An Obsessive Compulsive's Thoughts On Washing His Hands

The feeling of the water
As it runs over my bare skin
The soap forming bubbles that pop
In lathered delight

It is pure ecstasy for me

The feeling of the water on my skin
Soothing me of the torment
From the man who sneezed
And shook my hands

Not a worry for him
If I should catch the damn thing
What ever it was that made him sneeze

Filthy and uncaring fool who sneezed
Did you see him sneeze?
And then shake my hand with
All them germs and things?
Crawling around like Greeks in Troy
But soap and water are my allies
Nuclear ...

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