Vincent S. Coster
Vincent S. Coster Poems
- An Obsessive Compulsive's Thou...
- Moonrise On Southern Cross The yellow moon hung low Over ...
- Reminiscences Of Naomi I She was a phoney, that was for ...
- They're Sleeping And I'm Danci... (For Al Filreis) The ...
- The Spirit Of Youth (Cans Of S... Youthful exuberance In ...
- Forbidden Fruit I daydream Of eating an apple That I know ...
- Citadel You go running away From the mess of your life And ...
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 madeFrom Keep It Punky From the collection The Spirit Of Youth ©2012 Vincent S. Coster All rights reserved
Heroin chic stupidity
In a hotel bed
And soft carpet touch
Like a thorn in the side of youthful folly'''
'For him there could only ever beFrom The Queen Of The North From the collection Eat Not My Brother ©2015 Vincent S. Coster All Rights Reserved
The hope and longing
Despair and guilt
To which he could but shrug
Happy only to have seen
The Queen of the No...
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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