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Cosmic Order Cafe

The cosmic order sounds like a cafe on a galaxy highway

A stop off point between Venus and Mars

Serving alien coffees and chocolate bars

Martians stop there every day, drinking tea and ordering cake

Plutonians stop on their long journeys too, they hope to reach the Earth’s moon by noon

 It’s a funny little saying though, when you hear people shout and go “it’s the cosmic order you know”?

I wonder if it’s true, that somewhere up there, that’s what aliens do?



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Locked Up

There were a few poems I wrote once and I added them to poetry.com I think this happened around 2003 to 2005 I can’t really remember, but anyway, I forgot some of those poems and I tried to access the website to find that they went under new management in the past couple of years and so deleted many poems that were once there and filed them away.  This site claims you can get access to your poems easily, but I haven’t the foggiest how to do it.

So, I am a little upset about that.

Well in any case, I remember one off by heart and here it is;

Locked up

You locked me up one day, many years ago, to become weak and to grow old

You never thought I could be free, you really thought you owned me

I’ve proved you wrong and I am right

You’ll not get me without a fight

For I am dead now, thanks to you

Free as a bird

Unlike you

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Miniature angels

Fairies are like miniature angels, flying past us every day

Little wings glowing, sweet little fays


In the shadows they hide, under and behind rocks

Playing tricks on mortals, making us laughing stocks


Fairies are like angels, this much is true

I’ve a feeling you’ve met them, well maybe one or two


Sweet angel faces, happy little smiles

Why don’t you sit and meditate, and talk with them awhile?


Dreaming, playing, swimming, chasing, as little fairies do

Congregating on the top of a hanging horseshoe


Drinking, laughing, always dancing in the steepy glens

Come along and see them, and bring along your friends


Fairies are like angels as I have said before

A lot of fun you’ll have with them for they are not a bore


Fairies are like angels fluttering low and high

Sometimes when they hide they become midges in the summer sky


Angels are full of magic; they’ll take away your woes

For what better place to store them than down some rotten holes?

© Tina Cousins 2013

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