Submissions by cabcool
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poems since I was 13 years old. I have had many publications of individual poems in newspapers, magazines, electronic forums, and on radio.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 00:36am
18th Nov 2024 00:36am
2024 November Poems >> moments to remember
No. 06
moments to remember
“Dream as if you’ll live
forever, live as if you’ll die
today.”—James Dean
let’s build a dream that no one else can dream:
of honeysuckle kisses full of rhyme;
red heart-to-heart love promises that theme
the mountainsides with passions in their prime.
let’s leave our footprints in the sinking sand,
ere some gigantic wave comes to the shore
and ferries it across some distant land
whence, wanderlusting, we must hopes explore.
let’s populate the river with dark skin,
and...
moments to remember
“Dream as if you’ll live
forever, live as if you’ll die
today.”—James Dean
let’s build a dream that no one else can dream:
of honeysuckle kisses full of rhyme;
red heart-to-heart love promises that theme
the mountainsides with passions in their prime.
let’s leave our footprints in the sinking sand,
ere some gigantic wave comes to the shore
and ferries it across some distant land
whence, wanderlusting, we must hopes explore.
let’s populate the river with dark skin,
and...
#boyfriend
#FallingInLove
#girlfriend
#ILoveYou
#romantic
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
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LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 7:44am
10th Nov 2024 7:44am
2024 November Poems >> falling in love daze
No. 03
falling in love daze
“Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts
toward the ground, just as i find myself drifting toward you.”—Beth Kephart
how i remember riverbanks we sat on,
watching abscond the may bugs that we spat on,
goosing beneath the bough you hung your hat on.
gosh! how i loved the way you made me kiss you!
how i recall the day i caught you crying,
when tritely,...
falling in love daze
“Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts
toward the ground, just as i find myself drifting toward you.”—Beth Kephart
how i remember riverbanks we sat on,
watching abscond the may bugs that we spat on,
goosing beneath the bough you hung your hat on.
gosh! how i loved the way you made me kiss you!
how i recall the day i caught you crying,
when tritely,...
#emotional
#FallingInLove
#girlfriend
#lover
#romantic
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 7:52pm
7th Nov 2024 7:52pm
2024 November Poems >> before the jury of the Sage/this age
No. 02
before the jury of
the Sage/this age
“It is not the man who has too little, but the man
who craves more, that is poor.”—Seneca
i write/right life’s wrongs to make this world a better place to live.
i sing/swing sweet songs that metronome dull spirits from dismay.
i live/leave death far behind poor kinfolk destinied to grieve.
i hear/heir suave silence as a gift, to souls in disarray.
i see/seize the blindness of a white-cane man lost in the street.
i taste/test the bitterness of bitter salt that...
before the jury of
the Sage/this age
“It is not the man who has too little, but the man
who craves more, that is poor.”—Seneca
i write/right life’s wrongs to make this world a better place to live.
i sing/swing sweet songs that metronome dull spirits from dismay.
i live/leave death far behind poor kinfolk destinied to grieve.
i hear/heir suave silence as a gift, to souls in disarray.
i see/seize the blindness of a white-cane man lost in the street.
i taste/test the bitterness of bitter salt that...
#CallToAction
#inequality
#kindness
#morality
#UnrequitedLove
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2024 3:16am
6th Nov 2024 3:16am
November Poems 2024 >> let your thorns my vintage wine inspire
No. 01
let your thorns
my vintage wine inspire
“The connoisseur does not drink wine
but tastes of its secrets.”—Salvador Dali
the subtleness of wantonness is as unsubtle as the sobering rain
that blesses the receiver, as it sweeps his humble hopes into the drain.
for this same cause must i take pause to anchor hope upon a higher plane,
that when the deluge comes, my pains of yesterday may slay me not again.
the kindness of all kinds of friends who occupy my person and my space
is not...
let your thorns
my vintage wine inspire
“The connoisseur does not drink wine
but tastes of its secrets.”—Salvador Dali
the subtleness of wantonness is as unsubtle as the sobering rain
that blesses the receiver, as it sweeps his humble hopes into the drain.
for this same cause must i take pause to anchor hope upon a higher plane,
that when the deluge comes, my pains of yesterday may slay me not again.
the kindness of all kinds of friends who occupy my person and my space
is not...
#FallingInLove
#heartbroken
#ILoveYou #romantic
#ILoveYou #romantic
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 4:47pm
3rd Nov 2024 4:47pm
October Poems 2024 >> it is finished!
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 31
it is finished!
my days of reckless dalliance are gone,
as on the edge of ancientness i stand
to welcome, from the mist, a soberer dawn,
whence infidelity is strictly banned.
my restless pen has found a nobler ink
for every parchment worthy of its merit;
it supersedes pedantic mental quinque,
to bless the page on which i would confer it.
my stormy fights with youth phenomena,
upon daredevil precipice and cliff, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
#TimeHeals
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 6:01am
3rd Nov 2024 6:01am
October Poems 2024 >> give me to drink
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
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DAY 30
give me to drink
give me to drink
of mornings of bright sunshine
spilling over hills and plains.
stand on the brink
of pleasance gushing forth, wine-
coloured, full of sweet refrains.
give me to drink
of bird songs full of whistle,
pipe, and tube and reed and horn
in perfect sync
to celebrate earth’s istle
with the anthems of the morn.
give me to drink
of laughter of riant children
of a summer afternoon,
regaled by pink ...
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DAY 30
give me to drink
give me to drink
of mornings of bright sunshine
spilling over hills and plains.
stand on the brink
of pleasance gushing forth, wine-
coloured, full of sweet refrains.
give me to drink
of bird songs full of whistle,
pipe, and tube and reed and horn
in perfect sync
to celebrate earth’s istle
with the anthems of the morn.
give me to drink
of laughter of riant children
of a summer afternoon,
regaled by pink ...
#birthday
#happiness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
1st Nov 2024 5:41am
October Poems 2024 >> broken strings—broken wings
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
DAY 29
broken strings—broken wings
the spot you’ve left here vacant
no longer find i fragrant,
for all your charm has vanished with the wind.
the voices i am hearing
have petrified my bearing
for i am by their told-you-so chagrined.
that cold october morning,
without the slightest warning,
your heart repurposed was no longer mine,
for you had...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 9:48pm
30th Oct 2024 9:48pm
October Poems 2024 >> and dream this is a dream
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 28
and dream this is a dream
i cannot seem to go another mile,
but i will struggle on, till fully spent
of all my sweat and tears and mercantile.
the arrows that i daily circumvent
are undeterred by stealth or camouflage;
yet, if i could just make it to the bend,
i’d get beyond the infernal sabotage
with which by night and day i must contend.
but what if i could reach the river pass,
and drag myself across the bamboo bridge: ...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 28
and dream this is a dream
i cannot seem to go another mile,
but i will struggle on, till fully spent
of all my sweat and tears and mercantile.
the arrows that i daily circumvent
are undeterred by stealth or camouflage;
yet, if i could just make it to the bend,
i’d get beyond the infernal sabotage
with which by night and day i must contend.
but what if i could reach the river pass,
and drag myself across the bamboo bridge: ...
#birthday
#courage
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 2:46am
30th Oct 2024 2:46am
October Poems 2024 >> broken
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 27
broken
if e’er the broken vessel
could bear the healing balm,
i own me, then, the trestle
whose groans become the psalm.
a broken reed low bowing
beside a well-trod path,
passersby scarcely knowing
their whim has bared its wrath.
a honey bee flip-flopping
by one exhausted wing,
where idle boys, hip-hopping,
have trampled on its sting.
a...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 27
broken
if e’er the broken vessel
could bear the healing balm,
i own me, then, the trestle
whose groans become the psalm.
a broken reed low bowing
beside a well-trod path,
passersby scarcely knowing
their whim has bared its wrath.
a honey bee flip-flopping
by one exhausted wing,
where idle boys, hip-hopping,
have trampled on its sting.
a...
#birthday
#breakup
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Oct 2024 9:09am
27th Oct 2024 9:09am
October Poems 2024 >> what is my life
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 26
what is my life
what is my life upon this golden strand,
tomorrow gone, although now, here, i stand,
a breath of shallow air upon the lung
of God’s great universe, where i am flung?
i am a blink of eye sparked by a glimpse
of paradise, from which man, fallen, limps
upon an earth that swallows soon his rhyme,
to make him but a blot in space and time.
i am a word scarce fallen from the lips,
a dance scarce cradled by a mother’s hips,
a butterfly...
DAY 26
what is my life
what is my life upon this golden strand,
tomorrow gone, although now, here, i stand,
a breath of shallow air upon the lung
of God’s great universe, where i am flung?
i am a blink of eye sparked by a glimpse
of paradise, from which man, fallen, limps
upon an earth that swallows soon his rhyme,
to make him but a blot in space and time.
i am a word scarce fallen from the lips,
a dance scarce cradled by a mother’s hips,
a butterfly...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#TruthOfLife
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