If "I" Were Divided

so meaning if

the subject pronoun

that we use to refer

to ourselves were split

into "body

mind and spirit"

or "left

right and other"

or "agree

disagree and standing by

to observe things

as objectively

as possible first"

and we could pick

which part was doing

the "I"-ing

would we only create

more news with endless

spiraling speculating

would discourse be enhanced

or would we arrive

at some reality

that is best for all?

Yes and no

and maybe so?

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Holy Animals

(Sung by Pope Francis at St. Peter's Square)

Oh faithful

do you understand me now

I'm smilin'

for this "selfie"

but I'm sad

'cause leaders are lyin'

when they disguise

themselves as angels

for even great people

can do bad.

I'm just a pope

whose intentions are good

oh Lord

please don't let me

be misunderstood.

Somewhere in the City

When this poet was young

and first heard the expression

"Shining city on a hill"

(probably on some

news show that didn't

seem important at the time)

used to describe

the United States

(both as an ideal

and as an already-achieved "state")

her very mature reaction was

"Why are they calling

a country a city?"

This writer then

had a basic grasp

of metaphor and

figures of speech

but the nominal inaccuracy

was grating.

Names of things

places and people are indicative

of changing biases

maybe preference

for scientific classification

or poetic beauty

or because all the others

were taken.

Sometimes the act of naming

helps expand our consciousness.

Sometimes it limits.

Sometimes it matters

what category or subdivision

of Earth you live on.

Sometimes we're all

in this (or on this)

together.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

What the State Meant

Yes all you well-heeled

well-meaning Republicans

paying one's taxes

is the law and laws

can and should

be tested and questioned

and yes most folks like

having more money

rather than less

but laypeeps poorer than you

(the ones you are allegedly

trying to swoon

as we can see

through your kindly-televised

brainstorming sessions)

readily give up a portion

year after year

to pay for the continued

functioning of a modern

civilized society.

The part of taxes

the laypeeps don't like?

Funding government activities

they find morally repugnant

and funding people in power

who take the money

make the laws

and suppress and oppress

all those people

who we all know

don't actually exist.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Just-ice Do It

Today the invisible hand

perpetuating the forward movement

of our shared timeline

sent the trajectory

of a shoe from

a fed-up Iraqi journalist's

hand at Bush Junior's

press conference in 2008

to that of a woman

in Las Vegas in 2014 watching

Hillary Clinton speak

at the meeting of the Institute

of Scrap Recycling Industries.

Like Bush

she dodged the shoe.

Say what one will

about Hillary's presidential campaign

against Obama

or her term as Obama's

Secretary of State

but if your medium

of expression is footwear-flinging

it helps to be

less cryptic

when you bare your sole.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Tuesday's Gone (With the Windows)

Yesterday Microsoft

ended support
for Windows XP

meaning the company
no longer provides security updates
to the popular OS

except in the form
of upgrading your system
to Windows 8.

What if our government
had people
that didn't want

other people
to keep something

that made their lives
more functional

(however slightly
or maybe even
just bearable)

and said they had
to upgrade themselves
in order to receive
those benefits?

(Luckily such an ideology
is purely hypothetical.)

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Peaced Off

(Peace)

When war was "hot"

(Peace)

it left us cold.

(Peace)

We'd learned that lesson

when "mission" started

as "accomplished"

and ended

nine years old.

War's the answer not

but we ought

to be as bold

and make peace

the cause

for which we fought

not just 'cause

we said

"We fold."

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

We Ourselves and I

This poet tries to retreat
to center

a silent desert
of the brain
(or de la Soul)

tumbleweeds of neurons
purely and wholly
formed within

and the external
cannot enter.

An ironic pastime maybe
for a poet of the news

for bias molds
the stories

and the self
is forever
circumstance-imbued.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Lilly Led-Could-Be-Better

Oh yes it's ladies' night
babe dough transparent-like

Oh yes it's ladies' night
Oh what a night
(Oh what a night)

O's gon' grip his pen and write
and mind that gap all right

Oh yes it's ladies' night
Oh what a night.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Here We Are Now

This poet can appreciate
the sentiment behind
"hoping you die before
you get old"

and leaving a world
that feels deaf to your art
before you resign yourself
to them.

Twenty years on
we have new photos
of your death
and the world

the world is wiser
and not.

You did what you thought
was right at the time
and we understand why

while still missing you terribly

and wishing we could
talk with you.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Sheepish Expression

Since the birth
of a rare goat-sheep hybrid
on Irishman Paddy Murphy's farm
two weeks ago

(rare because the two animals
are genetically distant

not because Bono's
livestock serenading fee

for "In The Name of Love"
has gotten so steep lately)

the little "geep" is thriving
and is already running around

unlike those lazy lambs
who lack leverage of their limbs.

He faces no ostracization
from his non-Muggle siblings

and says he may
become a singer
in a glamb rock band.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Message in a Bottle

Today Pope Francis
and Queen Elizabeth II
met in Rome.

This is old hat to her
and we all know
she's got so very many

(and she can wear
any hat any time

anywhere she pleases
thank you very much).

She's visited with
four other popes
over her career

(one such visit
was during her "internship").

The Queen kept things
far more chill
than in years past.

She doesn't know Italian
and he doesn't know
Her Majesty's English

but he gave her
a scroll from 1679
inscribed with the message
"Urbi et Orbi"

meaning "To the City
and the World"

and a little something
for baby George.

She gave him a collection
of "jams and drinks"

including a bottle of whiskey
from Balmoral Castle
in Aberdeenshire Scotland.

Sources cannot confirm
whether or not the Queen

mouthed and made
the sign for "call me"
as the two parted ways.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

YOLO'ing on the River

Duke Energy says to the judge
keep citizen groups away

from our three dozen
coal ash pits strewn
across North Carolina.

The Department of Environment
and Natural Resources says

keep away the pollution
from the drinking water.

Duke's CEO says
to the public
that they won't keep away 
from responsibility.

Federal prosecutors
have said 23 times
the corporation can't keep away
from the law

more specifically
the U.S. Clean Water Act.

Hey Duke honey
sweet darling

dude you're 114 years old
and even your great-grandkids

think this game
of "keep away" is lame

(and the coal ash
says he'd now rather
pal around with the nerds).

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Gutting Our Promise

Obamacare enrollment is over
and sign-ups
are still rolling in

rapidly approaching
the 7 million mark

(which may or may not
be reached exactly).

This poet remembers
those clocks counting down
the days remaining
to the end of the Bush administration.

(Sold as novelties
but didn't really feel
like such at the time.)

Call Democrats
(and Republicans
and Independents
and unaffiliated
and just plain tired people)

smug for then wishing
a swift end to crap

since after all
what effs us up beyond all repair
can only make us stronger.

And yes right-leaning dudes
and ladies in Congress

Obama's record
actually ain't a perfect bastion
of liberal wet dreams
(believe it or not
not that you'd want it to be)

but that's where
the conversation starts
the action starts
the change starts

not in daily closing your eyes
praying for and declaring
the End of Days.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Above the Law

Steven Seagal spoke
to the Russian state-owned
newspaper Rossiyskaya Gazeta

coming out in favor
of Vladimir Putin

calling him "one of the great
living world leaders"

and that he "would like
to consider him
as a brother."

He might even become
a Russian citizen.

In Russia
Seagal's popularity
has never waned

and his movies
still draw millions of rubles
at the box office.

A potentially great
comedic pairing
it could be

with Putin teaching Seagal
the soft side
of posing for photo ops
riding shirtless on a horse

and Seagal showing Putin
the coolest Aikido moves

for single-handedly
promoting "martial" law.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Yeshua Ben Yo'self

(Apologies to original artist Vera Hall and DJ Moby)

O'Reilly
his trouble so hard
O'Reilly
his trouble so hard

He's misunderstood like
the Son of God

He's misunderstood like
the Son of God.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Aliens and Sedition

Astronomers have discovered
the 280-mile wide
dwarf planet "2012 VP113"

with an orbit so big
it never gets closer
than 12 billion kilometers
from the Sun

and that they have
nicknamed "Biden"
after our beloved Joe.

The star-gazers speculate
that there may exist
a "Super Earth"
up to 10 times our size

that orbits the Sun
at such a great distance
it has not yet been seen.

Space news
always gives us humans
a unifying break

from our earthly
ideological struggles

but this poet
would advise the namers
of the dwarf planet

to brainstorm a new one
right quick

before Fox News
in its fair and balanced
and nuanced way

implicates Biden
in covering up Obama's
true place of birth.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Capstone Heart

Attention all females
from "K" through tenth grade
this is just a reminder

that Grand Junction’s
Caprock Academy

has not
and does not
and will never tolerate

such flagrant floutings
of gender norms
like shaving one's head

and then re-entering
our fine school
sans pretty hat or wig

even if said shaving

was performed
in a show of solidarity
with a cancer-stricken friend.

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

Till Things Are Brighter

In two days the world
will hear a new-to-them
Johnny Cash recording

from 1984 called
"Out Among the Stars"

the album which
Columbia Records
deemed probable cause
for dropping him
from the label.

Johnny's son John Cash
discovered the tracks
when his father died in 2003
and invited

the original guitarist
Marty Stuart to lay down
new guitar solos

dobro master
Jerry Douglas to add
much-needed "twang"

and Carlene Carter
one of June's daughters
from a previous marriage

to add a third harmony
to "Baby Ride Easy".

Though the record
is unlikely to knock
"Happy" Pharrell
off the charts

John believes
it serves a purpose
and says of his late dad
the Man in Black

"He was a man of a lot of laughter.
Why not let the light endure?"

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.

When Pontiff Francis Come For You

Your blood-stained money
can't take

Your blood-stained power
can't take (with you)

No joy you'll find
from these lives you take

End up in Hell
if stay on path you take

Bad mobs
bad mobs
whatcha gonna do

whatcha gonna do
when the Pope 'demns you?

This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.