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.
sunrise
morning of my life
ere
bright
hope
crosses
the
line
of horizoned skies
© Copyright 2021 May 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
ere
bright
hope
crosses
the
line
of horizoned skies
© Copyright 2021 May 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#nature
#haiku
#dawn
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scarTracs
Scars tell tales beyond their gasps
or moans or wounds.—cab
the oyster hugs its pearls,
scorched by harsh grains of sand;
the sand, swept by windwhirls,
annihilate the land.
sweet ebon, wear your rings
—no tree as tall and proud!—
where time has grafted strings
to pull you to your cloud.
my children etch birthmarks ...
or moans or wounds.—cab
the oyster hugs its pearls,
scorched by harsh grains of sand;
the sand, swept by windwhirls,
annihilate the land.
sweet ebon, wear your rings
—no tree as tall and proud!—
where time has grafted strings
to pull you to your cloud.
my children etch birthmarks ...
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#hurt #SelfWorth
#hurt #SelfWorth
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aquifer
butterfly cinquain
mercy
drier than the
river with no water:
how the lack of human kindness
mirrors
places in the arid desert,
where poor, helpless creatures
bow their heads in
silence!
© Copyright 2021 April 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
mercy
drier than the
river with no water:
how the lack of human kindness
mirrors
places in the arid desert,
where poor, helpless creatures
bow their heads in
silence!
© Copyright 2021 April 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#kindness
#cinquain
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
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2 Comments
acappella songs
or songs unwed
my muted flute
internally weeps melodies;
externally steep maladies
would feign impute
all life is dead.
silence is not the end of strife,
nor violence the trend of life
for songs unwed.
sotto voce
songs orphaned from the stem of true
antiphony find rendezvous
en la noche.
no aperture
for guitar harmonies in train,
choked on the tablature terrain,
or ligature
taut with the will
to ransom plectrum cordophone
from songs that...
my muted flute
internally weeps melodies;
externally steep maladies
would feign impute
all life is dead.
silence is not the end of strife,
nor violence the trend of life
for songs unwed.
sotto voce
songs orphaned from the stem of true
antiphony find rendezvous
en la noche.
no aperture
for guitar harmonies in train,
choked on the tablature terrain,
or ligature
taut with the will
to ransom plectrum cordophone
from songs that...
#music
#lyrics
#memories
#MovingOn
#dance
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2 Comments
into night slumber
In memory of Audrey Cooper, who passed away 2021 May 02
pianoforte
was her soul—
an attitude to etudes
that trembled
before her
finger-wooing cortčge.
compliant
chopinistic
nuances
made of evenings
ebon fire
that melted stoics ...
pianoforte
was her soul—
an attitude to etudes
that trembled
before her
finger-wooing cortčge.
compliant
chopinistic
nuances
made of evenings
ebon fire
that melted stoics ...
#grief
#death
#music #memorial
#music #memorial
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respite
butterfly cinquain
silence
is the recess
of the hurried spirit
if by chance it find some golden
respite
whereupon in deep reflection
it may life recover
in a world of
chaos
© Copyright 2021 April 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
silence
is the recess
of the hurried spirit
if by chance it find some golden
respite
whereupon in deep reflection
it may life recover
in a world of
chaos
© Copyright 2021 April 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#silence
#cinquain
#healing
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guilty (verdict)
the knee on the neck
has even more chances
to pray
when the walls of prison
sequester its life from
former liberties.
an abundance of
fresh prison air
will arrest all chances
of asphyxiation
in an opioid-free cage
of discipline
where the clock
marks slow pulse
for more than
a desperate 929.
let time stand still
to educate
fate's diminutive mind.
where the Floydian Square
reels from a testament
of gruesome death
let the Chauvinist Cell
become a testament ...
has even more chances
to pray
when the walls of prison
sequester its life from
former liberties.
an abundance of
fresh prison air
will arrest all chances
of asphyxiation
in an opioid-free cage
of discipline
where the clock
marks slow pulse
for more than
a desperate 929.
let time stand still
to educate
fate's diminutive mind.
where the Floydian Square
reels from a testament
of gruesome death
let the Chauvinist Cell
become a testament ...
#hate
#racism
#prison #morality
#prison #morality
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another soldier
the warring they
the dying you
the weeping we
the orphaning the children
the widowing the mothers
the tragedy of enmity
the sacrilege of sanctity
the villainy of vanity
the paucity of pride
the fire of ire
the desire of ages
the folly of...
the dying you
the weeping we
the orphaning the children
the widowing the mothers
the tragedy of enmity
the sacrilege of sanctity
the villainy of vanity
the paucity of pride
the fire of ire
the desire of ages
the folly of...
#grief
#soldiers
#war
#death
#memorial
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cavalier beneficence (visual version)
shall
condescension
feed me poisoned bread
because it seems that i’m already dead?
must i conceal my pride and kiss your feet,
to wrestle from your grasp a bite to eat?
then keep your kindness as a souvenir,
for empty love is naught but
cavalier.
© Copyright 2021 April 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
condescension
feed me poisoned bread
because it seems that i’m already dead?
must i conceal my pride and kiss your feet,
to wrestle from your grasp a bite to eat?
then keep your kindness as a souvenir,
for empty love is naught but
cavalier.
© Copyright 2021 April 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#kindness
#relationships
#inequality
355 reads
2 Comments
cavalier beneficence
shall
condescension
feed me poisoned bread
because it seems that i’m already dead?
must i conceal my pride and kiss your feet,
to wrestle from your grasp a bite to eat?
then keep your kindness as a souvenir,
for empty love is naught but
cavalier.
© Copyright 2021 April 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
condescension
feed me poisoned bread
because it seems that i’m already dead?
must i conceal my pride and kiss your feet,
to wrestle from your grasp a bite to eat?
then keep your kindness as a souvenir,
for empty love is naught but
cavalier.
© Copyright 2021 April 14
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#kindness
#relationships
#inequality
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a fallen star
a mother weeps—
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall...
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall...
#love
#kindness
#grief #redemption
#grief #redemption
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somewhere
Tonight, the light of love is in your eyes, but will
you love me tomorrow?” —Gerry Goffin & Carole King
somewhere in the wind,
i can hear the birds
singing in the trees,
just like yesterday.
somewhere in my mind,
i can hear the...
you love me tomorrow?” —Gerry Goffin & Carole King
somewhere in the wind,
i can hear the birds
singing in the trees,
just like yesterday.
somewhere in my mind,
i can hear the...
#heartbroken
#romantic
#ILoveYou #UnrequitedLove
#ILoveYou #UnrequitedLove
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