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Ed Coet is a retired US Army officer and professional educator. Currently the editor of the Blue Fog Journal, Ed Coet is also a widely published freelance writer and poet. Ed's short stories and poems were published in over 30 magazines and journals world

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Stress: 1 of 52
STRESSEDThe despair brought aboutby mental confusionmore then upsets,it is emotionally disruptive.It is like fighting for control ofyour mental facultiesas you attempt to targetthe source of your anguishbefore it take its final toll.Your heart pounds;it races like a speedinglocomotive without breaks.Your blood pressureexplode... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 4 of 200
BOREDOM When time is stagnate and the world is on hold.When feelings of anxiousness emanate from thesearch for something in the midst of nothing.When one grasps for anything to stimulate theirconscious and unconscious thoughts; attempting tofind meaning in a mental void,a hollow and valueless space in time.When one clings to ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith, hope and charity: 1 of 36
THE GIFT OF FAITHPeople ask, "Do you have faith?"Well, do you?How do you know?Do you even know the meaning of faith?Can you comprehend "obligation?"Do you understand "loyalty and fidelity"to a person, promise, engagement, or a diety?Can you accept the observance of your obligations,the fidelity to your promises, oaths, and al... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Despair: 12 of 260
He despaired. He was despondent and desperate.He was impelled to violent action but restrained from acting out.He had finally given up. He had lost all hope.Disheartened and dispirited his will had collapsed.Lacking confidence or courage, depression defined him.He languished in gloom and grieved in lament.He succumbed to a wr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heroes: 5 of 77
Distant WarriorI get this wondrous chill as night fallsin mountains or desert sandand I find myself dreaming abouthome, my fondest memoryfrom this far away land.I miss the special lady whostole my heart, my thoughtsand all there is of me;and I deeply cherishour final moments together.I think about the childrenI left behind, h... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Immigration Comprehensive immigration reform: 1 of 12
Assume you are in an American family trying to make ends meet from month to month. You are a typical two-income family with two school age children. You have a mortgage, car payments, insurance, moderate credit card debt and the normal monthly expenses that all families have (i.e., food, telephone, cloths, utilities, etc.). Y... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Comfort: 3 of 35
When I first met you I couldn't leave you,not even in my thoughts.Nothing has changed. You are still there.Without you I was nothing.With you, everything.You made me.If I wakened in the night, regardless of reason,I reached for you. Like a child in need of nurturing,the sight of you gave me comfort.I recall combat in the sand... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fatness: 2 of 19
OBESITY His more than ample physique, was a profuse plethora of abundance, a surfeit of shameless gastronome that defined a cornucopia of excess and a masticating overindulgence. Such a pity to gormandize, to binge, gorge, and satiate. to devour in such excess, in such morbid over indulgence, in such heinous a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger: 45 of 403
ANGERA poignant sense of regret,keenly felt to the core of my being.Eliciting archaic emotions,evoking a corrupt heart.Summoning the latent potentialof all that is evil within.Tempting rage,my vehement desire to lash out.Feelings of hostility,my displeasing vexation.Delicate, even fragile sensitivities,accompanied by shattere... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 30 of 228
SOLDIERI saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;I turned to my father, "What happened?" I asked.He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,he began to explain and his eyes became moist."My son," he said, "This is rather difficult for me;for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.In that coffin lies a genuine... More..