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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.
WordyWise
It's so simple to be wise. Just think of something stupid
to say and then don't say it.” —Sam Levenson
let your mind sift every thought
before your tongue engages it.
may your judgments come to naught,
that rule not for man’s benefit.
let your tongue taste every word
before your lips accommodate
and give form, sane or absurd,
to that which flies your open gate.
let your lips shape well your terms
before your breath disperses them;
by the test of love, confirm
whether to selvage or to hem.
let your...
to say and then don't say it.” —Sam Levenson
let your mind sift every thought
before your tongue engages it.
may your judgments come to naught,
that rule not for man’s benefit.
let your tongue taste every word
before your lips accommodate
and give form, sane or absurd,
to that which flies your open gate.
let your lips shape well your terms
before your breath disperses them;
by the test of love, confirm
whether to selvage or to hem.
let your...
#kindness
#PowerOfWords
#SelfReflection #wisdom
#SelfReflection #wisdom
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Christmas
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
earth
quivers
in the qualm
of u n c e r t a i n
broken m e l o d i e s
e a s y r e s o l u t i on s
c a n n o t fallen spirits m e n d
for the ways o f men are futile
while they f l o u r i s h in denial
yet the Lord would condescend
bringing a b s o l u t i o n s
though the world despise
perfect p a r d o n
from the Balm
G i v e r ’ s
b i r t h
© Copyright 2020 December 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
earth
quivers
in the qualm
of u n c e r t a i n
broken m e l o d i e s
e a s y r e s o l u t i on s
c a n n o t fallen spirits m e n d
for the ways o f men are futile
while they f l o u r i s h in denial
yet the Lord would condescend
bringing a b s o l u t i o n s
though the world despise
perfect p a r d o n
from the Balm
G i v e r ’ s
b i r t h
© Copyright 2020 December 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#Christmas
#redemption #sacrifice
#redemption #sacrifice
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psalm 2
of Andrew
1 the little hills
are mountains to me,
when i walk without You.
2 swift to the kill,
dry fountains decree
lies and doubts about You.
3 let not my steps be lonely:
i hunger for You only.
4 the hills have eyes that penetrate
the lonely path, to seal my fate.
5 the little clouds
are blankets of doom,
when my feet go astray.
6 i cry aloud
from out of the gloom;
come and take me away,
7 that I may cease from fainting,
where evil hands are painting
...
1 the little hills
are mountains to me,
when i walk without You.
2 swift to the kill,
dry fountains decree
lies and doubts about You.
3 let not my steps be lonely:
i hunger for You only.
4 the hills have eyes that penetrate
the lonely path, to seal my fate.
5 the little clouds
are blankets of doom,
when my feet go astray.
6 i cry aloud
from out of the gloom;
come and take me away,
7 that I may cease from fainting,
where evil hands are painting
...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#lyrics
#redemption
#determination
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everyman
i
everyman my brother
—the puritan
the infidel—
even as a mother
does all she can
to save from hell
ii
all who from her bosom
—the marginal
the arrogant—
fail for want of wisdom
—the cardinal
the sacrosanct.
iii
every hue and colour
—negroid or blanc
yellow or red—
groomed or steeped in squalor
—rotund or lank
quick or half-dead—
iv
everyman my brother
—wealthy or poor
in earthly dross—
i must reconsider
even the more
to bear the cross
...
everyman my brother
—the puritan
the infidel—
even as a mother
does all she can
to save from hell
ii
all who from her bosom
—the marginal
the arrogant—
fail for want of wisdom
—the cardinal
the sacrosanct.
iii
every hue and colour
—negroid or blanc
yellow or red—
groomed or steeped in squalor
—rotund or lank
quick or half-dead—
iv
everyman my brother
—wealthy or poor
in earthly dross—
i must reconsider
even the more
to bear the cross
...
#kindness
#relationships
#humankind
#redemption
#sacrifice
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psalm 1
of Andrew
1 swift to my lowliness
bring forth Thy holiness!
pour out upon me
Thy Spirit Divine.
2 heal my poor loneliness
by Thy pure onliness;
where darkness slays me,
Thy Face on me shine.
3 then will i sing,
then will i dance,
4 then, like the eagle,
will i fly:
5 my cares to bring,
my life advance,
6 in Whom the world would
crucify.
© Copyright 2020 November 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
1 swift to my lowliness
bring forth Thy holiness!
pour out upon me
Thy Spirit Divine.
2 heal my poor loneliness
by Thy pure onliness;
where darkness slays me,
Thy Face on me shine.
3 then will i sing,
then will i dance,
4 then, like the eagle,
will i fly:
5 my cares to bring,
my life advance,
6 in Whom the world would
crucify.
© Copyright 2020 November 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#God
#Christian
#lyrics #morality
#lyrics #morality
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deaths that fail
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
my
scars are
b e a u t i f u l !
read each etching,
drink its lovely t a l e:
pain bent into p u r p o s e.
thus may broken spirits learn
lessons from old, worn-out feelings,
mother-earth-endowed with healings.
tho enflamed where passions burn,
scars are merely s u r p l u s
from the deaths that fail,
deeply sketching,
d u t i f u l,
each war
cry.
© Copyright 2020 November 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
my
scars are
b e a u t i f u l !
read each etching,
drink its lovely t a l e:
pain bent into p u r p o s e.
thus may broken spirits learn
lessons from old, worn-out feelings,
mother-earth-endowed with healings.
tho enflamed where passions burn,
scars are merely s u r p l u s
from the deaths that fail,
deeply sketching,
d u t i f u l,
each war
cry.
© Copyright 2020 November 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#escape
#passion
#healing
#hurt
#fear
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rainsong
Some people feel the rain;
others just get wet.” —Roger Miller
sweet the rain falls at my tired
feet, splish-splashing in its wake;
greetings of delight lithe bubbles,
fleeting by, leave in the lake.
brief their smiles and then they perish;
grief they cannot understand.
sadly watch i, with scant relish,
glad they die not by my hand.
water woes—tears—for some people,
laughter goes when stalwart rain
compromises humble dwellings,
harmonises with the pain
deeply etched where they have struggled,
cheaply...
others just get wet.” —Roger Miller
sweet the rain falls at my tired
feet, splish-splashing in its wake;
greetings of delight lithe bubbles,
fleeting by, leave in the lake.
brief their smiles and then they perish;
grief they cannot understand.
sadly watch i, with scant relish,
glad they die not by my hand.
water woes—tears—for some people,
laughter goes when stalwart rain
compromises humble dwellings,
harmonises with the pain
deeply etched where they have struggled,
cheaply...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#storm
#water
#poverty
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swift comes the evening
The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn
is surely coming.” —Al Stewart
lonely the night;
my friends are all sleeping.
only my fright
nigh blends with my weeping.
one with the dust,
they, silently waiting,
gone where they must
—nay, violently hating
sickness and death,
i hang on the threshold,
quickness of breath
my clang for the fresh gold.
one little life,
then swift comes the evening;
gone is the strife,
when sift we true meaning
of man on man,
surviving together, ...
is surely coming.” —Al Stewart
lonely the night;
my friends are all sleeping.
only my fright
nigh blends with my weeping.
one with the dust,
they, silently waiting,
gone where they must
—nay, violently hating
sickness and death,
i hang on the threshold,
quickness of breath
my clang for the fresh gold.
one little life,
then swift comes the evening;
gone is the strife,
when sift we true meaning
of man on man,
surviving together, ...
#grief
#night
#heaven #LifeCycle
#heaven #LifeCycle
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Song of the Sea
♪O deep rolling sea,
Such a pleasure to me!
Roll over my soul,
Set my spirit free.
Come take me away
To the land of the new day:
I give you control,
Come and sweep me away!
♪Roll over my soul,
Roll over my soul,
Your sweet billows roll
And make me whole.
O sweep me away
To the land of the new day;
Let my soul find sweet rest
In the land of the blest.
♪I hear there are dreams
Where the soft sunlight gleams;
I hear there are nights
Where the moon paints...
Such a pleasure to me!
Roll over my soul,
Set my spirit free.
Come take me away
To the land of the new day:
I give you control,
Come and sweep me away!
♪Roll over my soul,
Roll over my soul,
Your sweet billows roll
And make me whole.
O sweep me away
To the land of the new day;
Let my soul find sweet rest
In the land of the blest.
♪I hear there are dreams
Where the soft sunlight gleams;
I hear there are nights
Where the moon paints...
#hope
#sea
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
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a stitch in time
the straw that breaks the camel's back
is trivial, alone;
a drop of rain, in earth's vast lack,
leaves not the world undone,
until it multiplies its metronome
to flush the poor man from his humble home.
♪
a word that tumbles out of turn
to bruise a patient ear
may flames of passion cause to burn
the friends you hold most dear.
the bridled tongue is an orchestral suite
whose sweet refrain yields to the baton's beat.
♪
a violin's g-string may save
a song from certain death
when, threatened by her early...
is trivial, alone;
a drop of rain, in earth's vast lack,
leaves not the world undone,
until it multiplies its metronome
to flush the poor man from his humble home.
♪
a word that tumbles out of turn
to bruise a patient ear
may flames of passion cause to burn
the friends you hold most dear.
the bridled tongue is an orchestral suite
whose sweet refrain yields to the baton's beat.
♪
a violin's g-string may save
a song from certain death
when, threatened by her early...
#forgiveness
#philosophical
#manipulation
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classic-life recital
A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day
of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful
which God has implanted in the human soul.—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
i.
i the conductor
of my classic life
raise now my baton
o’er earth’s joy and strife
my full orchestra
blessed family!
yields every extra
for my symphony
ii.
swelled with the prelude
strokes each bow each string
whose graceful motifs
hallelujah...
of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful
which God has implanted in the human soul.—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
i.
i the conductor
of my classic life
raise now my baton
o’er earth’s joy and strife
my full orchestra
blessed family!
yields every extra
for my symphony
ii.
swelled with the prelude
strokes each bow each string
whose graceful motifs
hallelujah...
#dreams
#inspirational
#myself #LifeCycle
#myself #LifeCycle
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tell me a lie
Love is the most expensive and sought-after feeling in this world.
We even pay for it with tears and grief.—Maria Bastida
tell me a lie
though the night with her was sultry
you did not commit adultery
—else, will i die…
tell me a lie
that you will not think of leaving
though my heart is bruised with grieving
—never good-bye!
tell me a lie
that the lies you wove this morning
breached your tongue without much warning
—can truth be wry?
tell me a lie
that your penitence is genuine ...
We even pay for it with tears and grief.—Maria Bastida
tell me a lie
though the night with her was sultry
you did not commit adultery
—else, will i die…
tell me a lie
that you will not think of leaving
though my heart is bruised with grieving
—never good-bye!
tell me a lie
that the lies you wove this morning
breached your tongue without much warning
—can truth be wry?
tell me a lie
that your penitence is genuine ...
#relationships
#breakup
#betrayal #hurt
#betrayal #hurt
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