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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.
SELF POEM
Published
25th Oct 2024 2:51pm
25th Oct 2024 2:51pm
October Poems 2024 >> why i write
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 25
why i write
i write because life’s fires burn like hell,
singeing the hairs that crown my head and back,
while i am left outside the citadel,
confronted by time’s cunning almanac.
i write because my tongue is petrified
by ropes of metaphoric voicelessness,
whose strangulation pen will have defied,
where stand i unbereft of choicelessness.
i write because my raw blade seems too sharp
against the jugulars of provocateurs
who rip two...
DAY 25
why i write
i write because life’s fires burn like hell,
singeing the hairs that crown my head and back,
while i am left outside the citadel,
confronted by time’s cunning almanac.
i write because my tongue is petrified
by ropes of metaphoric voicelessness,
whose strangulation pen will have defied,
where stand i unbereft of choicelessness.
i write because my raw blade seems too sharp
against the jugulars of provocateurs
who rip two...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Oct 2024 9:16pm
24th Oct 2024 9:16pm
October Poems 2024 >> rainbow promises
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 24
rainbow promises
i’ve had my fair share
of what is unfair:
make haste and get out of my city!
when lions went loose,
and flames cooked my goose,
nor did i not expire in self-pity.
i stood on the side
and watched others ride
their chariots with footmen to guide them;
blinded by their dust,
i bore their unjust
cold-shoulders, for tears could not void them.
i longed for a taste
of women so chaste
they knew...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 24
rainbow promises
i’ve had my fair share
of what is unfair:
make haste and get out of my city!
when lions went loose,
and flames cooked my goose,
nor did i not expire in self-pity.
i stood on the side
and watched others ride
their chariots with footmen to guide them;
blinded by their dust,
i bore their unjust
cold-shoulders, for tears could not void them.
i longed for a taste
of women so chaste
they knew...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#rejection
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
23rd Oct 2024 7:04pm
October Poems 2024 >> a fine son
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
DAY 23
a fine son
A Birthday Psalm for my Son
Javon Andrew Phillips Bowen (b. October 23)
a fine son is a many-splendoured thing
of which the universe is proud to sing;
for from the loins of one man comes an heir
to celebrate him who, before, was there.
a fine son knows the lineage of the earth,
for in it gales the echoes of his birth,
whose dust to dustman rises from the ground
to rule, with wisdom, choices that abound
to every man...
#birthday
#fatherhood
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#son
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 5:11am
22nd Oct 2024 5:11am
October Poems 2024 >> dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 22
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
just let me get the hell out of your face
and save myself from consummate disgrace.
feel free to strike my name out of your book,
me disentangle from your cloying hook.
the price of love may be a sacrifice
of sanity, to gain fool’s paradise
—or, better still, the lonely hangman’s noose,
whose living were superior in recluse.
no man on earth could love you as i do,
no heart could brand you with more...
DAY 22
dreams, for the moment, inarticulate
just let me get the hell out of your face
and save myself from consummate disgrace.
feel free to strike my name out of your book,
me disentangle from your cloying hook.
the price of love may be a sacrifice
of sanity, to gain fool’s paradise
—or, better still, the lonely hangman’s noose,
whose living were superior in recluse.
no man on earth could love you as i do,
no heart could brand you with more...
#birthday
#breakup
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:57am
22nd Oct 2024 1:57am
October Poems 2024 >> curtain call
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 21
curtain call
are you your own damn hero?
blow your horn!
his magnitude is zero,
whose the scorn
of lesser earthbound creatures,
who from toil
erect life’s grandest features
from mere soil.
is wealth your gloomy terror?
nuisance!
it is a fiscal error
to advance
your borrowed, transient substance
in the face
of bigotted reluctance
to embrace
naught of the vacant posture
of the lean. ...
DAY 21
curtain call
are you your own damn hero?
blow your horn!
his magnitude is zero,
whose the scorn
of lesser earthbound creatures,
who from toil
erect life’s grandest features
from mere soil.
is wealth your gloomy terror?
nuisance!
it is a fiscal error
to advance
your borrowed, transient substance
in the face
of bigotted reluctance
to embrace
naught of the vacant posture
of the lean. ...
#birthday
#courage
#heroic
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
21st Oct 2024 9:19am
October Poems 2024 >> to sate sweet sin-sick souls
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
DAY 20
to sate sweet sin-sick souls
her grave is not her final resting-place,
though clamorous the strain to say goodbye,
life's evidence, shell-shocked without a trace,
where soon this wicked death itself must die.
and has the silence eaten up her zeal?
of non-effect rendered her sex appeal?
where once she kissed, how now unpuckered lips!
and rigor mortis, where once bloomed lithe hips!
does she remember wild october days
with fire...
#birthday
#death
#grief
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 7:22am
20th Oct 2024 7:22am
October Poems 2024 >> though here i die
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 19
though here i die
i am an iamb
deep down in my heart,
yet you ask why am
i falling apart!
i’ve been the storm man
on rocky paths thrown,
yet i know i can,
where eagles have flown.
bitter the dewdrops
i milk from harsh soil,
yet there are few drops
from which i would coil.
sweeter the moments
hope promises me,
yet all life’s torments
must first bruise the knee.
...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 19
though here i die
i am an iamb
deep down in my heart,
yet you ask why am
i falling apart!
i’ve been the storm man
on rocky paths thrown,
yet i know i can,
where eagles have flown.
bitter the dewdrops
i milk from harsh soil,
yet there are few drops
from which i would coil.
sweeter the moments
hope promises me,
yet all life’s torments
must first bruise the knee.
...
#birthday
#courage
#faith
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Oct 2024 2:14am
20th Oct 2024 2:14am
October Poems 2024 >> mercy drops of rhyme
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 18
mercy drops of rhyme
you said you needed me:
i came with haste to save your burning parish;
yet, in our repartee,
i said i needed you, you make me perish.
yet must i still have you,
e’en if you fain must be the enemy:
my dark-place rendezvous
you brighten with concordant disarray.
better a broken dream
that nightmares into fragments a la carte,
or yet a midnight scream,
than continence that grinds our gears apart.
...
DAY 18
mercy drops of rhyme
you said you needed me:
i came with haste to save your burning parish;
yet, in our repartee,
i said i needed you, you make me perish.
yet must i still have you,
e’en if you fain must be the enemy:
my dark-place rendezvous
you brighten with concordant disarray.
better a broken dream
that nightmares into fragments a la carte,
or yet a midnight scream,
than continence that grinds our gears apart.
...
#birthday
#heartbroken
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2024 6:16pm
16th Oct 2024 6:16pm
October Poems 2024 >> frag M ents
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
DAY 17
frag M ents
the fragments of a broken love
cut sharper than a polished silver sword;
in futile efforts to reprove
its wrong, such love has never faith restored.
the fragments of a broken heart
must bleed their splattered raindrops, till the pool,
vext with the surge of plasmic quartz,
explodes upon the night sky, swift and cruel.
the fragments of a broken life
find ether in the painlessness of death,
whose crypt knows naught of human strife, ...
DAY 17
frag M ents
the fragments of a broken love
cut sharper than a polished silver sword;
in futile efforts to reprove
its wrong, such love has never faith restored.
the fragments of a broken heart
must bleed their splattered raindrops, till the pool,
vext with the surge of plasmic quartz,
explodes upon the night sky, swift and cruel.
the fragments of a broken life
find ether in the painlessness of death,
whose crypt knows naught of human strife, ...
#birthday
#conflict
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#relationships
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Oct 2024 6:00am
16th Oct 2024 6:00am
October Poems 2024 >> the heavens declare
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 16
the heavens declare
i’m writing these poems for conflicts and wars,
that they may be read through the horns
that bellow out orders, in mesquite and thorns,
that deepen foul wounds and fresh scars.
i’m writing these poems for the hospital bed
that host broken bodies and minds,
to open closed curtains and roll back stiff blinds,
and give hope to those not yet dead.
i’m writing these poems for prison and cell,
where criminals plot while they wait, ...
October 16
the heavens declare
i’m writing these poems for conflicts and wars,
that they may be read through the horns
that bellow out orders, in mesquite and thorns,
that deepen foul wounds and fresh scars.
i’m writing these poems for the hospital bed
that host broken bodies and minds,
to open closed curtains and roll back stiff blinds,
and give hope to those not yet dead.
i’m writing these poems for prison and cell,
where criminals plot while they wait, ...
#birthday
#escape
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#morality
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Oct 2024 6:40am
15th Oct 2024 6:40am
October Poems 2024 >> oft when i would be dead
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced...
October 15
oft when i would be dead
oft when i would be sad,
i find a launching pad
for vistas new, of happiness
robust and myriad.
oft when i would be blind,
an epithet i find,
that gives my iamb just a glimpse
of vision redefined.
oft when i would be lonely,
i find the one and only
alternative for comradeship
among the poor and lowly.
oft when i would be mute,
i find a parachute
that navigates my silenced...
#birthday
#courage
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#strength
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 10:50pm
13th Oct 2024 10:50pm
October Poems 2024 >> though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 14
though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
a Wedding Anniversary Poem for Odessa
my wife is a treasure;
my life gains sheer measure
from latitude bound in her breast.
both morning and night time
regaling my flight time,
she ferries my soul to the crest
of treacherous mountains,
past lecherous dead-ends
contending to chagrin my joy.
her sweet, gentle spirit
has healing balm in it,
whose steadfast supplies never cloy.
...
October 14
though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
a Wedding Anniversary Poem for Odessa
my wife is a treasure;
my life gains sheer measure
from latitude bound in her breast.
both morning and night time
regaling my flight time,
she ferries my soul to the crest
of treacherous mountains,
past lecherous dead-ends
contending to chagrin my joy.
her sweet, gentle spirit
has healing balm in it,
whose steadfast supplies never cloy.
...
#anniversary
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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