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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2024 8:18am
15th Jul 2024 8:18am
how awkwardly we learned
a sonnet
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
#aging
#childhood
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 9:00pm
9th Jul 2024 9:00pm
that he might live
Let us die as soon as possible, and by whatever process God shall
appoint. And when we are dead to the world, and nature, and self,
we shall begin to live to God.”—Adoniram Judson
a man must live each day, that he might die
and not go down into eternity
obliterated, like a whimpering sigh,
ignoble in its wasteful brevity.
the plots he scribbles daily on his page
(of fantasies, odes, ballads, tragedies)
will judge his ink with gladness or with rage,
sifting cacophonies from euphonies.
the hands that feed; the will that...
appoint. And when we are dead to the world, and nature, and self,
we shall begin to live to God.”—Adoniram Judson
a man must live each day, that he might die
and not go down into eternity
obliterated, like a whimpering sigh,
ignoble in its wasteful brevity.
the plots he scribbles daily on his page
(of fantasies, odes, ballads, tragedies)
will judge his ink with gladness or with rage,
sifting cacophonies from euphonies.
the hands that feed; the will that...
#death
#identity
#kindness
#sacrifice
#SelfWorth
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
in this tranquil place
Hail to Jamaica, the Island of Springs!
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
#environment
#escape
#nature
#summer
#utopia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 8:07am
7th Jul 2024 8:07am
painT-Traps
We should think seriously before we slam doors, before we
burn bridges, before we saw off the limb on which we find
ourselves sitting.”—Richard L. Evans
how oft we paint ourselves into a corner,
when hot words fly and reason limps thereafter!
gone with the wind, escaped into the ethos,
infantile thoughts ballooned into vile foetus.
infernoing life’s bridges is the red paint
that blisters all the hopes of that would-be saint
who, lavished by the swell of transient treasures,
peeks not once back to mark their waning measures.
...
burn bridges, before we saw off the limb on which we find
ourselves sitting.”—Richard L. Evans
how oft we paint ourselves into a corner,
when hot words fly and reason limps thereafter!
gone with the wind, escaped into the ethos,
infantile thoughts ballooned into vile foetus.
infernoing life’s bridges is the red paint
that blisters all the hopes of that would-be saint
who, lavished by the swell of transient treasures,
peeks not once back to mark their waning measures.
...
#conflict
#gratitude
#kindness
#learning
#regret
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2024 2:53am
3rd Jul 2024 2:53am
fullness of life
I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle,
to be in love with life—in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful—is
fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.”—Betty Smith
‘tis not life’s fleeting flings
that lend me substance,
nor furtive johncrow wings
that give me distance
from things mundane o’er which
a wild world clamours.
my fabric takes its stitch
...
to be in love with life—in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful—is
fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.”—Betty Smith
‘tis not life’s fleeting flings
that lend me substance,
nor furtive johncrow wings
that give me distance
from things mundane o’er which
a wild world clamours.
my fabric takes its stitch
...
#courage
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#strength
#TruthOfLife
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2024 8:03am
28th Jun 2024 8:03am
wynd
We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality.
We create it to be able to stay.”—Lynda Barry
to keep my head about me,
i take the wynd
into the woods,
finding a place to shout, free
from nerve-ends tined
by ruffled moods.
beside the quiet river,
i rest my case
in solitude,
grasping hope like a sliver
soon to erase
tempers accrued
amidst the madding hurry
of life’s swift grind
and day’s vile curse.
sweet river drinks my worry
till unconfined,
my universe.
© Copyright...
We create it to be able to stay.”—Lynda Barry
to keep my head about me,
i take the wynd
into the woods,
finding a place to shout, free
from nerve-ends tined
by ruffled moods.
beside the quiet river,
i rest my case
in solitude,
grasping hope like a sliver
soon to erase
tempers accrued
amidst the madding hurry
of life’s swift grind
and day’s vile curse.
sweet river drinks my worry
till unconfined,
my universe.
© Copyright...
#loneliness
#meditation
#nature
#river
#SelfReflection
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Jun 2024 7:48am
26th Jun 2024 7:48am
to walk on water
Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.”
—Suzy Kassem
more than a puddle,
bearing fleet feet like steppingstones;
more than a puzzle,
a mystery that melts my bones:
to walk on water
and not sink to the ocean floor.
no piscine slaughter,
death by aquatic carnivore.
peter’s bright cunning
dares him to brave the saline streets;
too soon too stunning,
his heart flip-flops a thousand beats:
to walk on water
and not sink to the ocean floor
no alma mater
would risk, although her sense be poor. ...
—Suzy Kassem
more than a puddle,
bearing fleet feet like steppingstones;
more than a puzzle,
a mystery that melts my bones:
to walk on water
and not sink to the ocean floor.
no piscine slaughter,
death by aquatic carnivore.
peter’s bright cunning
dares him to brave the saline streets;
too soon too stunning,
his heart flip-flops a thousand beats:
to walk on water
and not sink to the ocean floor
no alma mater
would risk, although her sense be poor. ...
#faith
#God
#sea
#spiritual
#water
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2024 2:35am
21st Jun 2024 2:35am
freedom and chains
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
#birds
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
18th Jun 2024 9:46pm
i have kindled a candle
It is better to light a candle than curse the
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
darkness.”―Eleanor Roosevelt
i have wearied the night
with my sitting-up,
and troubled the stars with my pain;
i have longed for the light,
so my bitter cup
may give me life’s sweetness again.
i have fluted your name
in my lonely bed,
and longed for your voice in my ear;
i have swallowed the blame
that has left me dead,
where silence has grown into fear.
i have gathered the slush
of my broken dreams,
whose carcase of lost hopes is weaned
by...
#dreams
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
#passion
#UnrequitedLove
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
in the morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
#dawn
#hope
#morning
#SelfDiscovery
#uplifting
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