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.
SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
13th Oct 2024 2:35pm
October Poems 2024 >> when hunger no longer finds pity
October Poems 2024
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 13
when hunger no longer finds pity
my bongo plays Congo,
Palestine is all mine:
the war is a scar, singular
to people whose feeble
outcrying, while dying,
touches earth's perpendicular.
when hunger no longer
finds pity, the city,
of cruelty, fashions a feast;
when borders, by orders,
jab braces in faces,
what little is left for the least!
young babies with rabies,
hounded and...
#birthday
#children
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#war
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Oct 2024 5:36am
13th Oct 2024 5:36am
October Poems 2024 >> the measure of a man
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 12
the measure of a man
an ounce short here, an ounce short there: no one
shall notice that my measure has a dent.
there's no more guilt; i am self-confident
no one is hurt by these small gains i've won.
and what are words when, fluid on the tongue,
they mix and mingle slightly out of turn?
just like the wind, they pause not where they burn:
who knows not truth knows naught whence lies have sprung.
the...
October 12
the measure of a man
an ounce short here, an ounce short there: no one
shall notice that my measure has a dent.
there's no more guilt; i am self-confident
no one is hurt by these small gains i've won.
and what are words when, fluid on the tongue,
they mix and mingle slightly out of turn?
just like the wind, they pause not where they burn:
who knows not truth knows naught whence lies have sprung.
the...
#birthday
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Oct 2024 9:09pm
11th Oct 2024 9:09pm
October Poems 2024 >> unrequited love
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 11
unrequited love
i am inclined, on impulse, to complain,
yet knowing i must be thankful once again:
it’s worse to be forgotten but not gone,
than gone and be forgotten with the dawn.
among the sweetest words i’ve ever heard
are those you’ve just upon my heart conferred.
caution is wisdom, though it bruise the soul:
swell oceans, where hot tears cannot console.
your eloquence could stand before a jury
and shatter my petition...
October 11
unrequited love
i am inclined, on impulse, to complain,
yet knowing i must be thankful once again:
it’s worse to be forgotten but not gone,
than gone and be forgotten with the dawn.
among the sweetest words i’ve ever heard
are those you’ve just upon my heart conferred.
caution is wisdom, though it bruise the soul:
swell oceans, where hot tears cannot console.
your eloquence could stand before a jury
and shatter my petition...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Oct 2024 9:33pm
9th Oct 2024 9:33pm
October Poems 2024 >> october nights
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 10
october nights
october nights are steamy rendezvous
wherein some men, impassioned by stiff booze,
forfeit their balance on the dancing floors
of candle-lighted dens and abattoirs.
october nights are oft a masquerade
for damsels dimpled by demure charade,
whose airs are lofty as the shingled roof
that, in the cutting wind, stands not foolproof.
october nights are pizza feasting days,
when crusts and fillings appetites amaze, ...
October 10
october nights
october nights are steamy rendezvous
wherein some men, impassioned by stiff booze,
forfeit their balance on the dancing floors
of candle-lighted dens and abattoirs.
october nights are oft a masquerade
for damsels dimpled by demure charade,
whose airs are lofty as the shingled roof
that, in the cutting wind, stands not foolproof.
october nights are pizza feasting days,
when crusts and fillings appetites amaze, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
#LifeCycle #SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 9:52pm
8th Oct 2024 9:52pm
October Poems 2024 >> this momentary wonder
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 09
this momentary wonder
i thank God for the breath, quick, in my body;
the thoughts that ruminate my fertile mind;
the opportunities that make me worthy
to linger on the sight side of the blind.
i thank God for the sunshine and the roses,
painting the earth with chiaroscuro life,
that when the plight of death his talons closes,
there is safe shelter from the savage strife.
i thank God for the birds that bring their anthems,
in spite of weather,...
October 09
this momentary wonder
i thank God for the breath, quick, in my body;
the thoughts that ruminate my fertile mind;
the opportunities that make me worthy
to linger on the sight side of the blind.
i thank God for the sunshine and the roses,
painting the earth with chiaroscuro life,
that when the plight of death his talons closes,
there is safe shelter from the savage strife.
i thank God for the birds that bring their anthems,
in spite of weather,...
#birthday
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
#LifeAsAWriter #LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 7:38am
8th Oct 2024 7:38am
October Poems 2024 >> the flicker of my flame
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 08
the flicker of my flame
the plans i’ve planned have withered in my hands,
upon whose page have raged my shattered dreams;
my golden hopes have slithered, like quicksands,
out of my grasp, into the cracks and seams
of circumstance. if i could dance again
upon young rocks whose shocks my spirit spurred,
or hoola-hoop across the vast terrain,
where danger and adventure lines are blurred:
might not then i my filigree again
replenish well, with...
October 08
the flicker of my flame
the plans i’ve planned have withered in my hands,
upon whose page have raged my shattered dreams;
my golden hopes have slithered, like quicksands,
out of my grasp, into the cracks and seams
of circumstance. if i could dance again
upon young rocks whose shocks my spirit spurred,
or hoola-hoop across the vast terrain,
where danger and adventure lines are blurred:
might not then i my filigree again
replenish well, with...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Oct 2024 3:47am
7th Oct 2024 3:47am
October Poems 2024 >> the countdown
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 07
the countdown
oneself must be abased in one’s own true eyes,
lest one should plummet swiftly from one’s blue skies.
twos days are opportune for dialoguing,
where oneself self-destructs on monologuing
treetops are ripe three-stops for those who journey
with friends, for one may need a rare attorney
to say, not left, nor right, but through the valley,
whose destination boasts a grand finale
four ever-young, the heart transformed by mercy, ...
October 07
the countdown
oneself must be abased in one’s own true eyes,
lest one should plummet swiftly from one’s blue skies.
twos days are opportune for dialoguing,
where oneself self-destructs on monologuing
treetops are ripe three-stops for those who journey
with friends, for one may need a rare attorney
to say, not left, nor right, but through the valley,
whose destination boasts a grand finale
four ever-young, the heart transformed by mercy, ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #wisdom
#LifeCycle #wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2024 4:59pm
6th Oct 2024 4:59pm
October Poems 2024 >> october passions: was it because i loved my love so much?
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 06
october passions: was it because i loved my love so much?
dark night, why do you ink my heart with gloom,
where light has been my meat by day and night?
your silences my appetite consume,
your bread of bitterness in every bite.
nor moon, nor star, nor meteor, nor flash,
to tease me with one flickering ray of hope;
nor stone on which my head fate does not bash;
nor noose that does not hang me with his rope.
was it because i loved my...
October 06
october passions: was it because i loved my love so much?
dark night, why do you ink my heart with gloom,
where light has been my meat by day and night?
your silences my appetite consume,
your bread of bitterness in every bite.
nor moon, nor star, nor meteor, nor flash,
to tease me with one flickering ray of hope;
nor stone on which my head fate does not bash;
nor noose that does not hang me with his rope.
was it because i loved my...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #passion
#LifeCycle #passion
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2024 5:14am
6th Oct 2024 5:14am
October Poems 2024 >> october praise
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 05
october praise
a day of rest and gladness for my soul,
no toil of earth attendant on my breast,
i lie awake and watch the sunlight roll
out of the east, to kiss the mountain crest.
i hear a joyful sparrow court the morn
with airs he has rehearsed the whole night long;
his tremolos the concert hall adorn,
their latitude resplendent with glad song.
the pine trees worship, stately, in their march
to fetch pine cones above the...
October 05
october praise
a day of rest and gladness for my soul,
no toil of earth attendant on my breast,
i lie awake and watch the sunlight roll
out of the east, to kiss the mountain crest.
i hear a joyful sparrow court the morn
with airs he has rehearsed the whole night long;
his tremolos the concert hall adorn,
their latitude resplendent with glad song.
the pine trees worship, stately, in their march
to fetch pine cones above the...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
October Poems 2024 >> the golden earth
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
#birth
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Oct 2024 8:19am
4th Oct 2024 8:19am
October Poems 2024 >> love and let live
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 03
love and let live
ambassador of forest, flow’r, and stream,
and bird with sweet songs, wooing wise the wind,
i am a delegate of high esteem,
whose gazette leaves no natural source behind.
if you would move a mountain or a tree,
or freak a feather from a floating wing,
i give judicial judgement, senza fee,
that you may know the measure of my zing:
my parliament, convenient couch to none
who stirs the sleeping lion out of turn,
or aggravates...
October 03
love and let live
ambassador of forest, flow’r, and stream,
and bird with sweet songs, wooing wise the wind,
i am a delegate of high esteem,
whose gazette leaves no natural source behind.
if you would move a mountain or a tree,
or freak a feather from a floating wing,
i give judicial judgement, senza fee,
that you may know the measure of my zing:
my parliament, convenient couch to none
who stirs the sleeping lion out of turn,
or aggravates...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2024 8:51pm
3rd Oct 2024 8:51pm
October Poems 2024 >> the leap of faith
A Poem for Each Day of the Month in Which I was Born
October 02
the leap of faith
sweet wednesday morn, hopeful, by light of day,
to maximise from minimum its charm,
teach me to fashion wisdom from my clay.
and could i to a blade of grass bring harm,
knowing how delicate and brief his hour,
what, then, could my sobriety defend,
when foxes my own soul seek to devour?
the ebon shades of night may yet portend
a spirit of delusion and regret,
but youthful verve bears buffer in its chide ...
October 02
the leap of faith
sweet wednesday morn, hopeful, by light of day,
to maximise from minimum its charm,
teach me to fashion wisdom from my clay.
and could i to a blade of grass bring harm,
knowing how delicate and brief his hour,
what, then, could my sobriety defend,
when foxes my own soul seek to devour?
the ebon shades of night may yet portend
a spirit of delusion and regret,
but youthful verve bears buffer in its chide ...
#birthday
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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