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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.
first wrongs—last rites
i don’t want to talk about
sickness and death
and funerals and things
for last rites
are the first wrongs
of those who belong
to adam’s throng.
in eden came first wrongs
and today we perpetuate
last rites
but what of the in-between
for from the first wrongs
to the last rites
...
sickness and death
and funerals and things
for last rites
are the first wrongs
of those who belong
to adam’s throng.
in eden came first wrongs
and today we perpetuate
last rites
but what of the in-between
for from the first wrongs
to the last rites
...
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
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the winds of change
The God of love is greater
than the love of God:
Superior the Creator
to the love He gives.
The sin of man is viler
than the man of sin:
God's love saves the beguiler
from the guile he lives.
The winds of change more luring
than the change of winds:
For change is more enduring
than is constancy.
The death of life is steeper
than the life of death:
Closer draws life's grim reaper
with each breath i spree.
© Copyright 2023 January 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
than the love of God:
Superior the Creator
to the love He gives.
The sin of man is viler
than the man of sin:
God's love saves the beguiler
from the guile he lives.
The winds of change more luring
than the change of winds:
For change is more enduring
than is constancy.
The death of life is steeper
than the life of death:
Closer draws life's grim reaper
with each breath i spree.
© Copyright 2023 January 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#courage
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle #determination
#LifeCycle #determination
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though we stand askew
the dreams we dreamt
by river and by sea
came delicately courting
with the flow;
before time gave us leave to count our days,
they perished in the unrelenting foam.
the times we spent,
my lover proving me,
in intricately intimate
tableau,
crumbled beneath night's stern, unflinching gaze,
for love was gone before our joy was come.
the games we play,
with hearts in search of hopes,
are more than make-believe or
trick and treat.
their casual thorns burn sharp in human flesh,
their bleeding giggles deeper...
by river and by sea
came delicately courting
with the flow;
before time gave us leave to count our days,
they perished in the unrelenting foam.
the times we spent,
my lover proving me,
in intricately intimate
tableau,
crumbled beneath night's stern, unflinching gaze,
for love was gone before our joy was come.
the games we play,
with hearts in search of hopes,
are more than make-believe or
trick and treat.
their casual thorns burn sharp in human flesh,
their bleeding giggles deeper...
#relationships
#breakup
#LifeStruggles #TruthOfLife
#LifeStruggles #TruthOfLife
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ere death should o’ertake me
As the quest for light is the quelling of darkness,
so is the pursuit of life the postponement of death.”—cab
the shadow of death has pursued me from birth,
diminishing daily my time on this earth;
yet, have i life hunted with every last breath,
determined to outrun the shadow of death.
when darkness, at night, camouflages my light,
the minions of evil make rampant my plight,
the vesture of morning aborting the kill,
as glorious sunshine enflames every hill.
the will to be willing, the...
so is the pursuit of life the postponement of death.”—cab
the shadow of death has pursued me from birth,
diminishing daily my time on this earth;
yet, have i life hunted with every last breath,
determined to outrun the shadow of death.
when darkness, at night, camouflages my light,
the minions of evil make rampant my plight,
the vesture of morning aborting the kill,
as glorious sunshine enflames every hill.
the will to be willing, the...
#identity
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#LifeCycle
#sacrifice
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a smile among the roses
Everyday I tell myself I need to get over you, But every night I find
myself thinking about how much I want you back.—Hussein Nishah
everyday
i wait for you
by my window
but all i see are roses
blushing red
in the dripping of my tears
in my lay-
wait...
myself thinking about how much I want you back.—Hussein Nishah
everyday
i wait for you
by my window
but all i see are roses
blushing red
in the dripping of my tears
in my lay-
wait...
#rejection
#romantic
#FallingInLove #UnrequitedLove
#FallingInLove #UnrequitedLove
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i'mpossible
Accomplishing the impossible is all about
seeing the invisible.”—Steven Furtick
impossible
to take one breath without you
impossible
to tarry in my grave
impossible
to be to my own self true
impossible
unless i’m with the brave
impossible
to love you with my whole heart
impossible
to love you any less
impossible
for love to make a fresh start
impossible
less passion to confess
i’m possible
when you are breathing with me
i’m possible
when death is but...
seeing the invisible.”—Steven Furtick
impossible
to take one breath without you
impossible
to tarry in my grave
impossible
to be to my own self true
impossible
unless i’m with the brave
impossible
to love you with my whole heart
impossible
to love you any less
impossible
for love to make a fresh start
impossible
less passion to confess
i’m possible
when you are breathing with me
i’m possible
when death is but...
#love
#hope
#LifeStruggles #LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles #LifeGoals
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the cause of love
Eventually you will come to understand that love heals
everything, and love is all there is.—Gary Zukav
it matters not
what kind of spot
you occupy
under the sky;
there is a hope
for those who grope
to rise above
the shadows of
their darkest fear.
can you not hear
the gentler voice
behind the noise:
come unto me
and be set free;
...
everything, and love is all there is.—Gary Zukav
it matters not
what kind of spot
you occupy
under the sky;
there is a hope
for those who grope
to rise above
the shadows of
their darkest fear.
can you not hear
the gentler voice
behind the noise:
come unto me
and be set free;
...
#hope
#faith
#LifeGoals #determination
#LifeGoals #determination
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better days
Hope -- Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of
uncertainty. The audacity of hope! In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us...A
belief in things not seen. A belief that there are better days ahead.—Barack Obama
better days
are up ahead,
where the fire
has not yet scorched
all of the path i travel.
in a haze,
as good as dead,
one desire
for which i’ve marched:
life’s mysteries to unravel.
circumstance
is not the end
of my dreams
of levity.
of all the things i’m daring, ...
uncertainty. The audacity of hope! In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us...A
belief in things not seen. A belief that there are better days ahead.—Barack Obama
better days
are up ahead,
where the fire
has not yet scorched
all of the path i travel.
in a haze,
as good as dead,
one desire
for which i’ve marched:
life’s mysteries to unravel.
circumstance
is not the end
of my dreams
of levity.
of all the things i’m daring, ...
#hope
#faith
#LifeGoals #determination
#LifeGoals #determination
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pacific prospectus
Blessed are the peacemakers, and one sure way of peacemaking
is to let the fire of contention alone. Neither fan it, nor stir it, nor add fuel to it, but
let it go out by itself. Begin your ministry with one blind eye and one deaf ear.—
Charles Spurgeon
if you can swallow
your own dark words
before you shoot them
at provocateurs and fools
and if you can cool the flames
that others sling at you
before they swell and cripple the light
that heals your soul
perhaps the green hills shall be...
is to let the fire of contention alone. Neither fan it, nor stir it, nor add fuel to it, but
let it go out by itself. Begin your ministry with one blind eye and one deaf ear.—
Charles Spurgeon
if you can swallow
your own dark words
before you shoot them
at provocateurs and fools
and if you can cool the flames
that others sling at you
before they swell and cripple the light
that heals your soul
perhaps the green hills shall be...
#kindness
#peace
#patience
#redemption
#sacrifice
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these last words
Maybe you who condemn me are in greater fear
than I who am condemned.”―Giordano Bruno
they jeer my poem, condemning it absurd…
all i have left in me are these last words,
whose pow’r, in every line and every verse,
will end rhyme curse, and better make of worse.
no routed tones rise where it hits the road;
choked, in dust, my lyrics find no abode;
for, every line, lock-laced with attitude,
upon the prude and spiteful shall intrude;
until the pompous stumbles from his throne, ...
than I who am condemned.”―Giordano Bruno
they jeer my poem, condemning it absurd…
all i have left in me are these last words,
whose pow’r, in every line and every verse,
will end rhyme curse, and better make of worse.
no routed tones rise where it hits the road;
choked, in dust, my lyrics find no abode;
for, every line, lock-laced with attitude,
upon the prude and spiteful shall intrude;
until the pompous stumbles from his throne, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#success
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the Hand that makes the lily bloom
It is not the man who has little, but he who desires more,
that is poor."—Lucius Annaeus Seneca
behold the lily in the swamp,
how pure and bright she blooms!
unfettered by stark stench and muck,
great stature she assumes.
her litheness every eye consumes,
queens emulate her pluck;
her elegance stirs brides and grooms
to light their wedding lamp.
behold the poor man in his dirt, ...
that is poor."—Lucius Annaeus Seneca
behold the lily in the swamp,
how pure and bright she blooms!
unfettered by stark stench and muck,
great stature she assumes.
her litheness every eye consumes,
queens emulate her pluck;
her elegance stirs brides and grooms
to light their wedding lamp.
behold the poor man in his dirt, ...
#LifeStruggles
#greed
#inequality
#morality
#poverty
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the spark of latent wealth
Nothing is enough for the man
to whom enough is too little.—Epicurus
more than enough of nothing
plenishes my empty space—
too little of everything,
to deplete God's bounteous grace!
the rivers drink the waters
they once carried to the seas;
old men preserve their daughters
from young men with phantasies.
infants swift-weaned of nipples
find a world of harsh confines,
whose navigation cripples
man’s decrees of laws and lines.
earth trembles neath its earthquakes
to conjure tsunami founts ...
to whom enough is too little.—Epicurus
more than enough of nothing
plenishes my empty space—
too little of everything,
to deplete God's bounteous grace!
the rivers drink the waters
they once carried to the seas;
old men preserve their daughters
from young men with phantasies.
infants swift-weaned of nipples
find a world of harsh confines,
whose navigation cripples
man’s decrees of laws and lines.
earth trembles neath its earthquakes
to conjure tsunami founts ...
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#fate #SelfDiscovery
#fate #SelfDiscovery
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