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    Cooking the Stars
    Cooking the Stars
    Cooking the Stars
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    Cooking the Stars

    By Sam Bailey

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    Cooking the Stars, by Sam Bailey, contains all new poems that are sometimes whimsical, sometimes serious, and often a combination of both. These simple and plain verses may not be as simple as they first appear. A second or third reading may take you somewhere you didnt expect. Or then again, maybe you did. Or maybe youre already there. Or maybe you are and you dont really want to be.
    At any rate, this little book is intended for your enjoyment, so have fun!

    SOON TO BE A MAJOR PICTURE (just needs a frame)
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateFeb 19, 2013
    ISBN9781481713856
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      Cooking the Stars - Sam Bailey

      COOKING THE

      STARS

      a collection of poems by Sam Bailey

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      AuthorHouse™

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.authorhouse.com

      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2013 . All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 2/21/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-1384-9 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-1385-6 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2013902672

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      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid.

      The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      CONSIDER THIS

      poets in their imaginary kitchens

      with their imaginary pots

      cooking the stars

      bubbling the heavens

      watching the constellations rise

      universal cooks

      creating brand new dishes

      perfecting the ingredients

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      Consider This

      Fields Gone By

      Lifeline

      Parade Of The Boats

      Storm At Sea

      Recovery

      Medals For The Brave

      Alone

      Hitch Hiker

      Dementia

      Drunken River

      Apologies To Shakespeare

      Apologies To Milton

      Dining In

      Lament Of A Baptist At A Fundamentalist Clambake

      It May Be Too Late…

      The Devil At Easter

      Hawk

      Helios

      No Questions Asked

      It Wanes Too Soon

      Goldfinch

      Portland Cement

      Seedling

      Seasons

      Don’t Feel Sorry For The Cat

      A Better Place

      The Last White Bear

      Small Town

      Poor Pluto, Poor Me

      Surprising Calm

      Parmeter’s Barn

      Doubt

      Escalator

      Hotel

      Never Lie To The Tooth Fairy

      Infection

      Have Your Child Do It For You

      If After All

      Playtime

      Second Chance

      House

      Broken Road

      Ice

      Mud

      Shadows In Glass

      A Rose By Any Other Name

      Another Party

      Hill

      Mirror

      The Game

      Weather Report

      Transition

      (A Father Speaks To His Children)

      Three Cinquains

      Comment One

      Back To School

      Rats On Good And Evil

      Apologies To Thomas Wolfe

      Jazz

      The Empty Room

      Offspring

      Epitaph

      After A Battle

      An Unpopular War

      Regrets

      Comment Ii

      Football Near The Dmz

      Culture

      Security

      Crash

      Ride

      Wonderous Days

      Dana Reeve

      Leave The Child Alone

      Story

      Snowfall

      Loss

      If

      Catching A Cloud

      Connection

      Back Then

      Stages

      Kiss

      Late August Grass

      Wedding Prayer

      Where Did Love Go

      Someday

      Love Song

      Savoring The Juice

      Behind The Yellow Line

      Leaving

      Borland Hall

      Glidden Street

      China Village

      China Lake

      Northern Lights

      The Lake

      Rain

      Landing Another Eel

      Nightfall

      It’s A Wonder

      Black Flies

      Dragonfly

      A Perfect Stone

      Casting Off

      Painting The Lake

      A Choice Of Dreams

      Porpoise

      Ocean Stage

      Arrival

      Wonderland

      Cull

      Spring Melt

      Walk With Me

      Nothing Lasts

      Unexpected Things

      Rehearsal

      Dreamer

      The Wicked Thing

      Shadow

      Conundrum

      Floating To Jerusalem

      Looking For Heaven

      A Lascivious Thought

      Sunday Morning

      Amerique

      Sunset At Sea

      New Car

      FIELDS GONE BY

      we might not have cared so much

      had we not somehow known

      those smokey fields where battles played

      so quickly overgrown

      with dry thin grass and thorny shade

      that only shadows touch

      and we might not have known so much

      had we not felt or heard

      the clash of angry men and seen

      a bloody mockingbird

      limping through those fields obscene

      where only shadows touch

      if only those who perished there

      upon that dry thin grass

      had known the awful price absurd

      that they would pay to pass

      the shadow of that mockingbird

      ahead for us to share

      now shadows shadows everywhere

      our souls are overwhelmed

      by hollow wind

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