R. P. Coke : Writing

Cycle of the Cycle

Cycle of the Cycle

A Poem by R. P. Coke


its a version of a cycle, which dips back on itself, rotating everywhere - always. the end.
Suckled

Suckled

A Poem by R. P. Coke


The audience is watching. What kind of people will humanity be? We must be remade. This is the expression of thoughts to this issue.
The New Old Earth

The New Old Earth

A Poem by R. P. Coke


in honor of earth day
The Rainy Nothing

The Rainy Nothing

A Poem by R. P. Coke


the rain would come, the people would shout but i was still about

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