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.
the silent word
"Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more
beautiful than the silence."—Author Unknown
there are some things i dare not say,
for they may pierce too deep
the heart on which their burdens weigh,
when conscience tries to sleep.
let silent inks be golden streams
that flow from gilead
to counteract the verbal screams
...
beautiful than the silence."—Author Unknown
there are some things i dare not say,
for they may pierce too deep
the heart on which their burdens weigh,
when conscience tries to sleep.
let silent inks be golden streams
that flow from gilead
to counteract the verbal screams
...
#strength
#silence
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry #PowerOfWords
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chasing the big dream
a meandering view of the pursuit of happiness
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
#romantic
#friendship
#dreams
#utopia
#philosophical
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the whispered word
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. Itwas
not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”—Judy Garland
the silence, still, is undisturbed,
when sotto voce tones
the wayward word has gently curbed,
before it jars the bones.
vexations to the spirit bear
the crudely contoured chasms
that bump and grind across the ear
like intellectual spasms.
...
not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”—Judy Garland
the silence, still, is undisturbed,
when sotto voce tones
the wayward word has gently curbed,
before it jars the bones.
vexations to the spirit bear
the crudely contoured chasms
that bump and grind across the ear
like intellectual spasms.
...
#relationships
#romantic
#peace
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
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the written word
The discipline of the written word punishes
both stupidity and dishonesty.”―John Steinbeck
consider it not too absurd
that i prefer the page
to be the guardian of my word,
lest i should die on stage.
how fleetingly the cutting tongue
ignites the fire in me
to ember, quickly as it's sprung,
in its entirety!
i'd rather dwell in...
both stupidity and dishonesty.”―John Steinbeck
consider it not too absurd
that i prefer the page
to be the guardian of my word,
lest i should die on stage.
how fleetingly the cutting tongue
ignites the fire in me
to ember, quickly as it's sprung,
in its entirety!
i'd rather dwell in...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#historical
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the spoken word
"Words have to be used wisely; nothing can heal
and hurt like words spoken."―Isaac A. Yowetu
i cut―i mend, i bite―i heal:
i am the spoken word!
i strike the moment with the steel
of swift and solid sword.
my metaphors are mammoth stout,
my similes pin-shrewd.
my onomatopoeic clout,
to stubborn ears, are rude,
clip-clopping like a horse in...
and hurt like words spoken."―Isaac A. Yowetu
i cut―i mend, i bite―i heal:
i am the spoken word!
i strike the moment with the steel
of swift and solid sword.
my metaphors are mammoth stout,
my similes pin-shrewd.
my onomatopoeic clout,
to stubborn ears, are rude,
clip-clopping like a horse in...
#power
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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my orature
a celebration of traditional oral culture
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write
the poetry that they dare not realise.”―Oscar Wilde
i scribble not on parchment or on ice,
or in the sand, or where the page's price,
beyond my means, would swallow up my ink
before I had sufficient time to think.
i scribble not on canvas or on cloud,
or on graffiti walls, or where the proud
mark hieroglyphs in secret-sheltered caves
where spirits rendezvous in open graves.
i scribble on the cool, refreshing...
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write
the poetry that they dare not realise.”―Oscar Wilde
i scribble not on parchment or on ice,
or in the sand, or where the page's price,
beyond my means, would swallow up my ink
before I had sufficient time to think.
i scribble not on canvas or on cloud,
or on graffiti walls, or where the proud
mark hieroglyphs in secret-sheltered caves
where spirits rendezvous in open graves.
i scribble on the cool, refreshing...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
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incredible rain: a pentaprismic suite
of floods and famines, flaws and fools
5. fools
insatiable gain
chokes up the gullet of the heedless fool
insoluble pain
inflicted by his seamless, senseless rule
impregnable skies
transcend the liberty of prudent men
who falling yet rise
above life's rubble never to be floored again
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
5. fools
insatiable gain
chokes up the gullet of the heedless fool
insoluble pain
inflicted by his seamless, senseless rule
impregnable skies
transcend the liberty of prudent men
who falling yet rise
above life's rubble never to be floored again
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#courage
#greed
#hurt
#determination
#success
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incredible rain: a pentaprismic suite
of floods and famines, flaws and fools
4. flaws
indelible stain
marks well the parchment of the careless ink
that scribbles disdain
to push humility out on the brink
high horses will trip
when challenged by a slippery-slopey path
saved not by the whip
of him who navigates with fuming wrath
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
4. flaws
indelible stain
marks well the parchment of the careless ink
that scribbles disdain
to push humility out on the brink
high horses will trip
when challenged by a slippery-slopey path
saved not by the whip
of him who navigates with fuming wrath
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#anger
#oppression
#WritingPoetry #weakness
#WritingPoetry #weakness
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the poor man's wealth
"The rich man's wealth is in the city….The poor man's wealth
is in a holy, holy place."―Peter Tosh (after Prov. 10:15)
the bite of poverty consumes the poor
who, in his lowliness, must still endure
the hunger of the world to feed his flesh
to vultures. everyday, his pain comes fresh,
his barrenness to harvest, like a crop,
where scarcely do the dews of heaven drop.
...
is in a holy, holy place."―Peter Tosh (after Prov. 10:15)
the bite of poverty consumes the poor
who, in his lowliness, must still endure
the hunger of the world to feed his flesh
to vultures. everyday, his pain comes fresh,
his barrenness to harvest, like a crop,
where scarcely do the dews of heaven drop.
...
#HumanRights
#greed
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
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incredible rain: a pentaprismic suite
of floods and famines, flaws and fools
3. famines
inedible grain
gleaned from wild seeds of poison ivy fields
to none slightest gain
because its harvest-time brings useless yields
as cavalier lives
bent not by high ideals or gainful thrust
when crop time arrives
must be content to gather up the dust
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
3. famines
inedible grain
gleaned from wild seeds of poison ivy fields
to none slightest gain
because its harvest-time brings useless yields
as cavalier lives
bent not by high ideals or gainful thrust
when crop time arrives
must be content to gather up the dust
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#food
#greed
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
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incredible rain: a pentaprismic suite
of floods and famines, flaws and fools
2. floods
incredible rain
stampeding tears from weeping, trembling clouds
comes down on the plane
chanting its chorus recklessly and loud
tight rivers in spate
are swallowed up by splashing, dashing seas
that slowly abate
when kissed by cheering sun and cooling breeze
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
2. floods
incredible rain
stampeding tears from weeping, trembling clouds
comes down on the plane
chanting its chorus recklessly and loud
tight rivers in spate
are swallowed up by splashing, dashing seas
that slowly abate
when kissed by cheering sun and cooling breeze
© Copyright 2023 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#rain
#storm
#water
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incredible rain: a pentaprismic suite
of floods and famines, flaws and fools
1. overture
incredible rain
stampeding tears from weeping, trembling clouds,
whose utterance the evensong enshrouds.
inedible grain
gleaned from wild seeds of poison ivy fields―
abundant nullity with swords and shields.
indelible stain
marks well the parchment of the careless ink
that leaks where mental compass strains to think.
insatiable gain ...
1. overture
incredible rain
stampeding tears from weeping, trembling clouds,
whose utterance the evensong enshrouds.
inedible grain
gleaned from wild seeds of poison ivy fields―
abundant nullity with swords and shields.
indelible stain
marks well the parchment of the careless ink
that leaks where mental compass strains to think.
insatiable gain ...
#rain
#water
#food
#greed
#weakness
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