Learning to Cope, E-book by Steve Cope

Copenator - Child of God, Husband, Writer

Child of God.  What does all of that encompass?  What are all of the ramifications in that?  What does it mean?  When I asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins at the age of 40, He was faithful and just to forgive me.  Since then there has been a joy that surpasses all circumstances.  Sure, I'll still get down, depressed, and out of sorts.  But in the end I know that Jesus is my Savior and that I am not alone in any situation that arises.
This means that I am a joint heir in the Kingdom of God.  The future after this life for me is an eternity in heaven doing the service that the Lord has for me to do for all eternity.  Those who cannot call themselves children of God will find the opposite fate awaiting them, where it's a little hotter and noisy from all the weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth going on in hell.

Husband:  God has granted me the wisdom to realize that Rhonda is the light of my life here on this earth, second only to Jesus my Lord and Savior.   One cannot describe the relationship between a husband and a wife in any number of books.  Things are just so fluid and yet consistent at the same time.  So mystifying on one end and clarifying on the other end of the scale.  The beginning and the end of every day is met by the two of them at each turn.  The tie that binds?  Not the ring, not the love life, not the holding of hands, not the arguing and making up.  It's all of those and yet just a little part of the puzzle that is marriage.  So suffice it to say this:  "I'm married to Rhonda.  She is my wife, my friend, my love, and above else my fellow sister in the saving grace of the Lord Jesus Christ.  She is my inspiration in much of my writing, and even the one who suggests ever so slightly the one word that just makes the whole story hang like a painting on the wall.
Suffice it to say that without Rhonda, I am but half of the man I would be.  Happy 23rd anniversary Rhonda on this the day we celebrate as Jesus' birthday.

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Serving Him by serving you!
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and may you find a way to identify who you are in this new year of 2011 that is just but 7 days away.
Copenator out!

The Wall of Darkness - CPC - A Pic n Prose

Oh How Lovely

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'Nuff said.
Copenator out!

The Magic of Poetry

Instrumental Musings of Brad Irons - a.k.a. Dwayne

That Agape Love - Art by Guylaine, words by Copenator

Batteries and Ghirardelli!

Up to 25 views! Jingler out!

The Walk of Memories + UPDATED!!!!!!

 I bolded the letters of the acrostic.  Scroll to the bottom to see the final video after returning home.

Thank You Lord for the gift of writing.
Here in this place we can create many things.
Every day it is my desire to glorify You.

Well all too often I just fall flat on my face, it's true.
A lifetime of thanksgiving to You is just the beginning.
Life is so fleeting, fragile, and at times confusing to those suffering.
Kindly Lord, lovingly Lord, selflessly Lord, Many on the sixteenth will walk.

Oh the devastation of losing ones memory is real and affects all around the one who forget to whom they talk
Father we seek to make a difference in one life at a time through this endeavor.

Making pledges, commitments, even pocket money donations, all with such fervor.
Everyone is dear to Your heart Lord, You have a special place for Your creation.
May we Lord be a difference in one life, and see the hope of renewed memorization.
Oh how can it be that 75 percent of Dementia related illnesses are attributed to Alzheimer's?
Real is the threat, real is the situation, and real are the grieving days of family members.
In memory of those who have gone before, these feet will rise and fall.
Ever seeking to move closer to the finish line, and total recall.
See Lord, we desire to make this The Walk of Memories, so they may be remembered for years to come and one more family does not have to wonder if today is the day they forget "me."

The Walk of Memories; Alzheimer's Memory Walk; is my focus at this time.
Come back and see what is going to happen when the light is turned on and everything ends in rhyme.

Amen and amen.

The Walk of Memories
by Steve Cope
10-15-2010
A prayer acrostic to the Lord.

A Haiku Friday Fling medley

Beloved:

A Friday Fling that deals with Autumn leaves and all that goes into that just got the juices flowing.  I have here a multitude of pic n poems and a special tribute in the end for the Crew.
Copenator out!



This was supposed to be animated like they are caught in an eddy.


Who can resist such a cute pic.  It's Chilly!



God's many wonders include His Visit's to us through the beauty that is nature and the light that is a reflection of His provision for the world.



A tribute to the Crew.  I hope you don't mind the alteration to your award Barb.
Copenator out!

Alzheimer's Memory Walk Video Update #6.MOV

Alzheimer's Memory Walk Video Update #4.MOV

Alzheimer's Memory Walk Video Update #5.MOV

Alzheimers Memory Walk Preparation Part 1.MOV

Alzheimers Memory Walk Preparation Part 2.MOV

Alzheimers Memory Walk Preparation Part 3.MOV

I Am A Writer - Acrostics of the Teen Idols

I am a writer.  It is something that I've done for a long time.  I specialize in the Acrostic and on a trip last year to Stafford, Texas I presented 3 singers with their copy of my acrostic of their names.

Micky Dolenz of the Monkee's fame joined up with the legendary, Mark Lindsay and Peter Noone.  Today I will reproduce the autographed copies of the ones they signed for me.  I will also include the Pic n Poem I wrote in honor of the event from the perspective of going to see the Monkee, Rhonda's favorite Monkee, Micky.

Then I will close with something that I've never done before.  You will see what I mean.
Copenator out!





















The last picture is from the Rain-forest Cafe at the Galleria in Houston, Texas.

Now for something I've never done before until now.  Any fans of Peter Noone and Mark Lindsay have the opportunity to own a one of a kind autograph piece, the acrostics I wrote for them when we went to see them.  Fortunately the autographed acrostic of Micky Dolenz's name is now in Rhonda's collection, as I gave it to her to represent a one of a kind item in her massive collection of Monkee memorabilia.

Flutter Flutter butterfly to our troops.MOV

This is the video I wanted to publish here.  Please note this was done outside and thanks to Rhonda for her willingness to record this.  She supports my efforts to spread the Word of God and to encourage others by the jingles and writing I do.  Copenator out!

A Bucket List Desire

A Bucket List Desire
by Steve Cope
09-18-2010
CPC Saturday Share

Fly free with the wind  
A parachute to you I'll lend.
Lead the way wings feel, inspired
Come on let's do what we've aspired.

Dreaming of a skydiving trip,
The cord we will let 'er rip.
It's better to be safe than sorry
That's what daddy used to say

Fly free with the wind.
Let's set a whole new trend.
At last we are freed
To strive to succeed

Gee that was fun, oops, my stomach I just kneed.
Oh the pain has set in, Pepto's what I do need.
Apparently the thrill is gone from my aspiration.
I reckon we'll shelve that bit of inspiration.

Fly free with the wind,
To our bucket list we must tend.
Ah there's one!  Ride an elephant!
Off to the zoo we must go, don't be so jubilant!

There is nothing else on this trip you will need  
Except perhaps a flashlight and bandages indeed
Cause I hear they truly do stinketh,
And can really rub raw your derriere, it's gonna oucheth.

Ah the majesty, the splendor, the awesome size.
Oh no what is this?  My fear of heights could be my demise.
Who'd of thunk they were so high off the ground.
Look at all those ants running around.

Alas the Bucket List appears to be shorter now,
With the riding of an elephant my head will bow.
For truly the privilege is all ours to ride such mastadonian creatures,
With the highly intelligent and well seeing features.

Let's put this madness of ours to an end
Running against the wind in verdant green meadows of the glen
Type out our goodbyes and press send
Tears riding in the cyber wind

The Bucket List of things to do before our demise,
Will have to wait another day for now the sun does rise.
I owe, I owe, it's off to work I go.
Dreaming of one more line to scratch off the list don't you know.

Ringing up a stuffed elephant for a little girl,
Makes me more resolved that upon that elephant I will whirl.
A Halloween mask reminds me of another task,
Oh to once again be an actor on stage, with a very large cast.

Scribble, scribble, dribble I go,
Adding to the list, and losing a bit of my drink, oh no!
Let's fly free in the wind, if but for a little while longer,
Reminiscing about all the good we can do if to long we don't linger.

My Bucket List Desire compatriots include:  Cheryl, Diane, Sevenamagenta, Michelle K, Lost Souls, Glenn, Ev, Sheila a, Jules, and your servant in Christ Copenator out!

Where Are You? POW/MIA Day 09-17-2010

Where are you?
Here we daily seek news.
Every hope seems to be met with denial.
Reviewing the circumstances, oh so miniscule.
Even with every setting sun we still breathlessly say:
     Where can you be?  We miss you and need you so.

                                    UNTIL EVERY STORY ENDS . . . .

All hope appears to be lost, oh what price will it cost?
Right, strong, proud, and ready were you to serve.
Each fiber of our beings sought to keep you with us.
     Are you aware that we still hope for your return?

                                    UNTIL EVERY STORY ENDS . . . .

You will be in our hearts, minds, and thoughts.
Oh the news must come one day and there is the hope.
Unceasingly we seek to cause them to remember, ask,
     Where Are You?  We pray one more story will end.

Where Are You?
by Steve Cope 9-17-10
5F Friday CPC. 
Go to this site: www.dtic.mil/dpmo Until every story ends

Mercy Street by Brad Irons - Available at ITunes

Brad Iron's Mercy Street

 

 

M & Ms Flutter Flutter Butterfly by the Jingler

Sales history for 2010

08-31-2010 (3)
Flutter flutter butterfly,
Better buy those M & Ms
Before away they fly.
Yeah 3/$2, 3/$2, 3/$2.
Original date of video production 07-04-2009  This is the intellectual property of this writer.  You may share the video and the text with no alterations allowed.  All additional sales will be updated on this blog and the one for Coconut Flavored M & Ms.

The Jingler - M M's Coconut Flavored 2 Jingles w/sales

M & Ms are the Item of the Month again and these two jingles are for the coconut flavored M & Ms
Note the sales history for last year and the new ones for this year.  

Coconut M & M Jingles

07-25-2009

I'm cuckoo
     cuckoo
     cuckoo
For coconut flavored M & M's

Sales history:    8/31/2010 (3)
07-25-09 (1)      
07-25-09 (3)
07-26-09 (1)
07-26-09 (1)
07-26-09 (1)
07-27-09 (3)

Total sales 6, total pieces 10

Coconut flavored M & Ms
What a treat
Nice and sweet

Chock full of flavor
That you can savor.
So won't you do me a favor,

Pick up some of those Coconut Flavored M & Ms
07-27-2009

07-27 (1)            09-07-2010 (3)
07-28 (1)            09-10-2010 (1)
                           09-13-2010 (2)  Customer bought 2 days after hearing the Jingle, because of the Jingle!


Total sales 2, total pieces 2

Kit-Kat Alley Dance

As a writer I love to write and the video is giving me the opportunity to make the transition to a spoken poet, jingler, minister of the Lord as He enables.  You are important to God; therefore you are important to me.  Copenator out!

Pic n Poems - Cross Stitch creations

I did a series of pic n poems based upon some photos of cross stitch that a friend of mine sent to me. 
I was fascinated by the detail, the fact that it looks so real.  I'm going to add them as one so you can see how awesome they look.
Copenator out!

 It's as if they are just two dogs posing for a picture.

 Just as this says, love that lasts is love that is precious and rare.  The love I have for Rhonda is like that, forever and ever, never to be broken.

 Love is Found.  Wow!  Do you know the Agape Love available through Jesus?

 If anyone knows the meaning of the characters above the flower please let me know and I'll add it.

A craft, a hobby, a past time that creates such beauty is worthy of being featured.  This set of cross stitch is the work of an artist, the words are the product of the impact they had upon this writer.  You are important to God; therefore you are important to me.

Copenator out!

Nemo - A short poem and pic for myspace

Showcased in Take Two in Myspace CPC

White Christmas Writing In the Snow 22 years

White Christmas Writing In the Snow 22 Years

Pearl Anyone?

1. 

Just look and see the many creations and know that this cannot happen by chance or through mixing a bunch of gunk in a pool for millions of years.  This is design, and that's that.

Here And Now

Here and now our world is in turmoil.
Everywhere you look there is a leaking barrel of oil
Ripe for the pickings, the natural gas is being siphoned.
Even the blasts from previous sites, deters not the drilling impassioned.

A disaster of mega proportions, still effecting the shores.
No one wants to take the blame, and the people grow tired and snores.
Dear Lord, we need You more than we need Oil.
 

Nearer to You I do desire to draw, as tight as a coil.
Oh Lord touch the hearts of the greedy and fill the hearts of the needy.
With our resources thrown to the world at large, we miss our truly needy.

Here and Now let us draw a line in the "oil soaked" sand and take our land back from the depths of greed and avarice it has plummeted into.

Here and Now let us be united as a nation and find the proper ways to heal our broken shores and our aching national pride.

Here and Now let us fall upon our knees and pray for Israel, the United States of America, and let freedom ring again from sea to shining sea.

What will you do here and now?
On to my knees I can but fall.
Needing the heart cry to be heard.
Take oh Lord our labors and let them bear fruit.

You, who read this, who turn away before you reach this line.
On you the survival of our nation depends.  The survival of the world indeed.
Unafraid we must be and declare for the world to hear.

Stand up and make our presence known.
Take up the Cross and carry it into every town.
Adjure the people to repent and turn from their sins.
No, beloved, it is not an exclusive concept but His love is all inclusive.
Dip into the strength that we've always had through learning.  

I ask you, I implore you, beg of you here and now, won't you stand?

Fog

Folding in upon itself.
Blocking out any view.
It's thick and dewy wet.
Like breathing water ashore.

Of where it goes or from whence it comes,
One can but guess and to the mist succumb.
The sky invisible and the ground ethereal.
Golly gee it's like pea soup around here.

Bump!  "Ouch.  That tree wasn't there a minute ago.
Ah, now I know where I am."  You say out loud.
One, two, three, reach.  One, two, three, reach.
This dance is performed until at last you pass the forest.

Come along my friend and walk with me.
For at last the fog has lifted and we can see.
There is no more wondering, or doubt,
This way we must go in order to get out.

Fog.  It's a mysterious thing.
You can about it begin to sing.
Going hither and yon, with care you must use.
Otherwise in the end you can have a concussion, your body abuse.

Fog, it's a cool thing.
About it I would surely sing.
Yet I'll save your ears,
For in the talent of singing, I am in arrears.

Fog
by Steve Cope
Poet's Practice Pad
Prompt #45
07-13-2010 Awarded Blue Ribbon in writing.com
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The Dark Cope Wants to Write - Dark Tuesday, Flex Writers Cafe

The Dark Cope wants to write.
Has there been a subject other than pain?
Every line typed and every line written from his pen has been living.

Darkness within that still remains is screaming, "let me out"!
An anger that is as real as the pain that causes it roils and boils.
Rearing and confrontational, no more sitting back and lack of a shout.
Keep your heart open and vulnerable, you will see what pain uncoils.

Come with me and listen to the words I have to say.
Oh don't worry there will be on cursing, no dripping gore, only a pain that must get away.
Poring over the words that are deep within the anger is present, created by pain.
Emotion is livid and heart beats are increased.  Must I write forever in vain?

Will you understand in the end that I am in pain?  Or will you say, it's all in your mind?
A healing, a catharsis, of a sort has taken place.  But there is a coil that simply must unwind.
Nearer draw to my presence, for then I will at last be able to write the pain that is within.
This is no faker y, no imagined aching.  This is pain that has been here so long, before men.

The pain is in my arms, pushing on my nerves and causing me to want to pout.
Often times it is so odd that I can write and still be in pain, an anger curling seeking to get out.

With a controlled hand, an aching heart, and a part of me that is anger filled, the pain resides.
Resting from time to time, only to come again to steal the joy that I have had in seconds fleeting.
In an effort to maintain my calm there has to be a release, a bit at a time, till it subsides.
There have been times when it wasn't so fleeting, but raging and tearing and destructively real.
Every thought of anger created by the pain that still lies locked within this body wants out!

The Dark Cope Wants To Write, but for now has subsided and there is less adrenalin, less remembrances, and less loss of hope that was there before.  The Dark Cope Wants To Write and it is my hope that should you have a "dark" within you, that you will allow it to write a little at a time until one day there can be a hope of peace that heals.

The Dark Cope Wants To Write
by The Dark
07-06-2010
FlexWriters Dark Tuesday with Kristine

I Have A Story To Tell

I have a story to tell, will you have a sit for a spell?

Here in this very place we are tonight, tragedy struck, what a sight.
A balladeer came into our camp, and let me tell you she was a scamp.
Very well did she play that guitar, I must say,  But who knows what became of her car.
Everyone wanted to know her story to be sure, and at last she did say, "okay sure!"

I Have a story to tell but remember you did ask, so let me be about my task.

As I was coming up the road to the camp grounds, I began hearing some strange sounds.

Seriously!  I did stop and get out for but a moment, and smelled the foulest of scent.
"This cannot be good."  I said to myself and paid my admission, pulling tightly my hood.
Oh the attendant did not seem to notice the smell, even though it smelled like this side of hell.
Retching and almost losing my cookies, I stopped again and took a little lookie.
Yes!  There was the source of the foul smell.  Someone did not put out their Pell Mell.

To my surprise, much to my fright!  The attendant came up behind me and we began to fight.
Ouch!  He jabbed me in the eye, and it's kinda funny cause soon he'll have a stye.

Things got weird after that, and I had to use my taser upon his flat.
Every bone in his body did shake, and his gun I reflexively did take.
Lowering to the very nose of the creep, the barrel went off without a mere peep.
Lucky for me there was a silencer, and now there are more bullets to create more slaughter.

I Have A Story To Tell, but let me say before it ends, you are the final chapter and you didn't even yell. Next time you'd better remember not to be so friendly, and don't leave lying around your dirty old Pell Mell.

I must tell you, I really must say.  I escaped with my life but oh I really did pay.
The things she said just resonated in my mind, and those Pell Mell's soon did I upend, dead!
I come here every year now, hoping to see her again and with her have a pow wow.
For you see even though she was a good balladeer and a killer too, she saved my life and now I have to tell you my story has to end.  For now I really need a stick of gum, anybody got some?

 Copenator out!

We Are Free!

Let Freedom Ring! An Acrostic Poem based on Art

"Let freedom ring," in this land we do say.
Every jot, tittle, and line meant to show the way.
This is our declaration, this is our announcement, we shall be free!

Flags flown in remembrance of the struggle for freedom.
Respect for it's colors, it's stars, it's stripes let it be done.
Every day in this land of the free, there is another reason to be thankful.
Even going to the beach, walking down the shore, and taking sand by a handful
Dearest Lord we pray for Your intervention and safety of our shores.
Oh deliver safely those who fight on many fronts, away for years by the scores.
Mend their wounds when they happen, and let us remember them in prayers.

Receive into Your arms those heroes who have given their final hours.
In intercession now Lord this prayer does rise for the United States of America.
Nearer to Thee may we draw and never forget the cost of freedom we celebrate.
Give us the words to express our gratitude to those who make it possible.

Let Freedom Ring, oh Lord for sea to shining sea.  Let us see the freedoms we have and help us to be diligent to take these not for granted.  Watch over our citizens Lord and may an atmosphere of peace abound from city,to city, to nation we do pray.  You are the Great I Am and we are grateful for the freedom to sing, shout, and claim the victory.  God bless this United States of America and all who make it the land of liberty it was intended to be only a couple of centuries ago.  In Jesus' name I pray.  Amen.

Amanda and Travis Marsh - Camarillo 07-09-10

Amanda and Travis Marsh will be in Camarillo, California in a week and I wanted to add a pic of the little card they have and adding a bit about them personally.
Don't miss it if you can go. These two are the real deal and a lot of people have been blessed by their performances. More need to be and I await the time the will be in the Metroplex are of DFW.
Copenator out!

Barrell Roll

The pilot deftly twisted the plane sideways.
His control of the maneuver is fascinating in many ways.
Every moment in the air, in this vintage plane,
Brings moments that cause me to exhale in wonder.

One moment the ground is before us, so close to the shore
Of the lake we are flying over and the next there once more
We appear motionless, in mid air, I cannot stop the trembling
Anticipation of what I know will be coming next the rolling!

The sky twisting and turning,
The heart fluttering and stomach churning.
The exhilaration of it all at the same time
And then the gentle, relaxing after roll climb.

The pilot, skilled and able to handle every situation
Suddenly finds that an error has been made, confusion!
The noises that surrounded us moments ago
Silenced and motionless just before the roll and plummeting we go.

No yielding to the commands of the pilot,
The plane is now no more than a bullet trembling
As speed is gained and the water below grows to a larger spot.
Ejected and feeling so dejected, we float safely into the water boiling.

The plane is now in the throes of the crash and strewn all about.
We two once enjoying the sights are now drenched, debris lilting slowly down.
The scene in a way is so serene.
Until at last I awaken to the pain that was perpetrated by the barrel roll gone awry.

Undaunted by the tragedy of that day
Let me to each of you say.
"If at first you are thrown from the sky
Just get up again into the blue wild and again fly!"

Winner! Second Place in Stormy's Poetry Contest in the WDC.
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