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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.
inks on fire: random sketches 10
the ways of gratitude
:"But He said unto them, I have meat to eat
That ye know not of."—John 4:32, KJV
'tis not the place for gormandisers
where a desertland
feeds dust to hopeless compromisers
hungry on demand
'tis not the season of waste banquets
while earth victims cry
whose threadbare backsides have no blankets
'neath the open sky
'tis not the ways of gratitude to
shoot the wicked gaze
at those whose begging attitude true
penury portrays
'tis mercy...
:"But He said unto them, I have meat to eat
That ye know not of."—John 4:32, KJV
'tis not the place for gormandisers
where a desertland
feeds dust to hopeless compromisers
hungry on demand
'tis not the season of waste banquets
while earth victims cry
whose threadbare backsides have no blankets
'neath the open sky
'tis not the ways of gratitude to
shoot the wicked gaze
at those whose begging attitude true
penury portrays
'tis mercy...
#loneliness
#money
#food
#poverty
#NaPoWriMo2023
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my fantasy
i've half a mind
to eat a poem
and swallow every lasting syllable;
to taste verse rind
and get to know 'em,
for smart-word flavours are incredible.
but what if i
could drink a song,
and dribble every last drop on my tongue?
i'd drain it dry,
though still i long
to hear it in my stomach, sweetly sung.
i'll sail a fish
across the sea,
and navigate my way with tail and fin;
my greatest wish,
could i be free,
to find a gingerbread house to live in.
i'd like to kiss
a...
to eat a poem
and swallow every lasting syllable;
to taste verse rind
and get to know 'em,
for smart-word flavours are incredible.
but what if i
could drink a song,
and dribble every last drop on my tongue?
i'd drain it dry,
though still i long
to hear it in my stomach, sweetly sung.
i'll sail a fish
across the sea,
and navigate my way with tail and fin;
my greatest wish,
could i be free,
to find a gingerbread house to live in.
i'd like to kiss
a...
#dreams
#nature
#fiction #metaphor
#fiction #metaphor
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little river
A river cuts through rock, not because of its power
but because of its persistence.”—Jim Watkins
little river,
gentle giver
of sweet, cool, refreshing springs;
at the dawning
of each morning,
as the sky new sunlight brings,
down you come from off your mountain.
o sweet, cool, refreshing fountain,
little river,
gentle giver
of a thousand lovely things!
crayfish swimming,
mullets skimming
in your sparkling silver spray;
children wading,
ducks parading,
butterflies come out to play; ...
but because of its persistence.”—Jim Watkins
little river,
gentle giver
of sweet, cool, refreshing springs;
at the dawning
of each morning,
as the sky new sunlight brings,
down you come from off your mountain.
o sweet, cool, refreshing fountain,
little river,
gentle giver
of a thousand lovely things!
crayfish swimming,
mullets skimming
in your sparkling silver spray;
children wading,
ducks parading,
butterflies come out to play; ...
#river
#sea
#water
#nature
#determination
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inks on fire: random sketches 09
physician, heal thyself
physician, heal thyself
who dress the sores
of halt and blind beset by maladies
draw from your quick-fix shelf
to open doors
for your own best-appointed remedies
your mission blest to reach
the sick of soul
restores the broken spirit of the lost
and yet, you cannot preach
yourself made-whole
whose sacrifice begs not to count the cost
you cannot see the mote
in your own eye
or bind the wound that cripples your right hand
to others yet devote
the solvent dye
to...
physician, heal thyself
who dress the sores
of halt and blind beset by maladies
draw from your quick-fix shelf
to open doors
for your own best-appointed remedies
your mission blest to reach
the sick of soul
restores the broken spirit of the lost
and yet, you cannot preach
yourself made-whole
whose sacrifice begs not to count the cost
you cannot see the mote
in your own eye
or bind the wound that cripples your right hand
to others yet devote
the solvent dye
to...
#illness
#hypocrisy
#healing #NaPoWriMo2023
#healing #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 08
death
you take my breath away
as if you knew the power of
the giving of new life
when you have had your sway
the iron rule you think you have
shall seal your own dread strife
infant mortality
and eldergarten fatalness
among your choicest tools
you leave no levity
or traces of congenialness
for wise men or for fools
for me, you're but a sleep
that cannot hold this body down
when morning breaks the sky
though in the dark i weep
i shall receive my golden crown
when death himself shall die ...
you take my breath away
as if you knew the power of
the giving of new life
when you have had your sway
the iron rule you think you have
shall seal your own dread strife
infant mortality
and eldergarten fatalness
among your choicest tools
you leave no levity
or traces of congenialness
for wise men or for fools
for me, you're but a sleep
that cannot hold this body down
when morning breaks the sky
though in the dark i weep
i shall receive my golden crown
when death himself shall die ...
#death
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
#healing
#NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 07
paperboat
a sonnet
i dream of lands across the ocean blue
where silent hopes awaken with the sun
mountains of green and red and golden hue
transport my heart to where fresh rivers run
i dream of summer berries and ripe fruit
that whet the appetite with dripping juice
of flow'rs wind-dancing on the pleasant route
and nesting birds piping their joyful truce
how shall i navigate the great divide
where dreams cannot frail spirits keep afloat
yet still i yearn to reach the other side
tonight i sail my little...
a sonnet
i dream of lands across the ocean blue
where silent hopes awaken with the sun
mountains of green and red and golden hue
transport my heart to where fresh rivers run
i dream of summer berries and ripe fruit
that whet the appetite with dripping juice
of flow'rs wind-dancing on the pleasant route
and nesting birds piping their joyful truce
how shall i navigate the great divide
where dreams cannot frail spirits keep afloat
yet still i yearn to reach the other side
tonight i sail my little...
#dreams
#utopia
#travel #NaPoWriMo2023
#travel #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 06
zipping zippers
a sonnet
Mama had a zipper accident in her early adult dressing days;
she carried her zip-pinch phobia the rest of her 107.5 years.
her fear was not of dark nights, troubled days,
of bitter herbs, days without daily bread;
no dread of guns or knives or cunning flays
impeded where her lifelong journey led
she feared not man or beast or blatant fool
or loneliness or crowds or pregnancies
no circumstance her pluck could overrule
although she grappled with stark tragedies
my mother nursed but...
a sonnet
Mama had a zipper accident in her early adult dressing days;
she carried her zip-pinch phobia the rest of her 107.5 years.
her fear was not of dark nights, troubled days,
of bitter herbs, days without daily bread;
no dread of guns or knives or cunning flays
impeded where her lifelong journey led
she feared not man or beast or blatant fool
or loneliness or crowds or pregnancies
no circumstance her pluck could overrule
although she grappled with stark tragedies
my mother nursed but...
#mother
#PopCulture
#fear #NaPoWriMo2023
#fear #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 05
war and reason
all the broken pieces
“He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you,
but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?” Micah 6:8
the implements of war
leave their unsightly scar
where reason, taken to the test,
would kill the guns that spar
but instruments of peace
can human hearts release
to bond the broken cords of love
with binding elbowgrease
life is a transient day
fleetingly swept away
justice, mercy, humility: ...
all the broken pieces
“He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you,
but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?” Micah 6:8
the implements of war
leave their unsightly scar
where reason, taken to the test,
would kill the guns that spar
but instruments of peace
can human hearts release
to bond the broken cords of love
with binding elbowgrease
life is a transient day
fleetingly swept away
justice, mercy, humility: ...
#war
#peace
#rebellion #NaPoWriMo2023
#rebellion #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 04
random wisdom
he never read a book or parsed a verb
the old man domiciled around the kerb
no formal calculus or theorem blend
or learning curves with which pale minds contend
the wisdom of the years glows in his eyes
who parries not with blatant compromise
for only solomon had mental space
superior to this wizard of our race
of times and seasons, galaxies and stars
secrets he spills of heaven's vast memoirs
life's oceandepths of mercy, truth, and love
he ratifies from angelstores above
he...
he never read a book or parsed a verb
the old man domiciled around the kerb
no formal calculus or theorem blend
or learning curves with which pale minds contend
the wisdom of the years glows in his eyes
who parries not with blatant compromise
for only solomon had mental space
superior to this wizard of our race
of times and seasons, galaxies and stars
secrets he spills of heaven's vast memoirs
life's oceandepths of mercy, truth, and love
he ratifies from angelstores above
he...
#learning
#aging
#wisdom #NaPoWriMo2023
#wisdom #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 03
incognito
the game of hide-and-seek
seeks to hide
the seeker from the sought
but victims who are weak
may collide
and suddenly get caught
i watch her watching me
watching her
pretending disinterest
to catch her catching me
catching her
contending with the best
disgusting is her gaze
as she plays
the gaze i'm playing her
stealthy in all her ways
but no sways
my passions to bestir
so vulnerable she
not a chance
to incognito me
so plunderably wee
at a glance ...
the game of hide-and-seek
seeks to hide
the seeker from the sought
but victims who are weak
may collide
and suddenly get caught
i watch her watching me
watching her
pretending disinterest
to catch her catching me
catching her
contending with the best
disgusting is her gaze
as she plays
the gaze i'm playing her
stealthy in all her ways
but no sways
my passions to bestir
so vulnerable she
not a chance
to incognito me
so plunderably wee
at a glance ...
#myself
#SelfReflection
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 01
night-out
naught on her naughtiness blanche carte
½-empty her beaujeau
¾-chance-night on the town
1 passion to pursue
2 hours before the looking glass
3 layers of deep-red rouge
4 terraced necklaces of gold
5 plots of subterfuge
6 diamond rings fingered and nosed
7 minutes more to wait
8 nothing for the past two days
9 inches as his bate
10 thou$and for a brief night-out
11 clients on her shift
12 days of carnal decadence
—you get my subtle drift...
© Copyright...
naught on her naughtiness blanche carte
½-empty her beaujeau
¾-chance-night on the town
1 passion to pursue
2 hours before the looking glass
3 layers of deep-red rouge
4 terraced necklaces of gold
5 plots of subterfuge
6 diamond rings fingered and nosed
7 minutes more to wait
8 nothing for the past two days
9 inches as his bate
10 thou$and for a brief night-out
11 clients on her shift
12 days of carnal decadence
—you get my subtle drift...
© Copyright...
#erotic
#money
#dating
#seductive
#NaPoWriMo2023
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inks on fire: random sketches 02
time-out
you strangle me by day
entangle me by night
stone-deaf to all i try to say
of my impending flight
your filigree is spent
entrapment cunningless
horizons new my spirit vent
beyond your stunningness
i see the open sea
might i plunge in and drown
perhaps your passion would be free
or silence wear a frown
i grieve for your demise
i wanted us to last
implosive, without compromise,
we sink into the past
© Copyright 2023 February16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
you strangle me by day
entangle me by night
stone-deaf to all i try to say
of my impending flight
your filigree is spent
entrapment cunningless
horizons new my spirit vent
beyond your stunningness
i see the open sea
might i plunge in and drown
perhaps your passion would be free
or silence wear a frown
i grieve for your demise
i wanted us to last
implosive, without compromise,
we sink into the past
© Copyright 2023 February16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#relationships
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove #NaPoWriMo2023
#UnrequitedLove #NaPoWriMo2023
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