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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.
scribbles in a poet's diary #5
scribble #05
each time i touch odessa’s face
aprilis
the bud burst of fresh blooms
spills forth its sweet perfumes
each time I touch odessa's face
she dares my lips embrace
with her kiss
flute tunes thrill her blest heart
whose strains with joy impart
to every bird on every branch
orchestral elegance
kinesis
nocturns on fresh blown evening breeze
odessa’s soul and mine doth please
© Copyright 2020 April 05
by Clyve...
each time i touch odessa’s face
aprilis
the bud burst of fresh blooms
spills forth its sweet perfumes
each time I touch odessa's face
she dares my lips embrace
with her kiss
flute tunes thrill her blest heart
whose strains with joy impart
to every bird on every branch
orchestral elegance
kinesis
nocturns on fresh blown evening breeze
odessa’s soul and mine doth please
© Copyright 2020 April 05
by Clyve...
#flowers
#spring
#NaPoWriMo2020
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though now I'm torn
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me:
thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath
of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. Ps. 138:7 KJV
my darkest night
behold, it shall be bright
when comes that light
which consummates my fright
put now to flight
these shadows from my sight
that I may right
the ills that feed my plight
a heavy toll
asks penance of my soul
taking control
of every noble goal
with no parole
and none to me console ...
thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath
of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me. Ps. 138:7 KJV
my darkest night
behold, it shall be bright
when comes that light
which consummates my fright
put now to flight
these shadows from my sight
that I may right
the ills that feed my plight
a heavy toll
asks penance of my soul
taking control
of every noble goal
with no parole
and none to me console ...
#hope
#morning
#faith #TimeHeals
#faith #TimeHeals
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perilous times
...and what doth the LORD require of thee,
but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk
humbly with thy God?” Micah 6:8 KJV
i
unthankful
unholy
unloving
unforgiving
are these not
the ages
in which we
kill the living
ii
self-seeking
men-pleasers
consumed by
disaffection
who stumble
unheeding
with no sense
of direction
iii
we ration
compassion
and revel
in debasement
no thought for
our children
who tremble ...
but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk
humbly with thy God?” Micah 6:8 KJV
i
unthankful
unholy
unloving
unforgiving
are these not
the ages
in which we
kill the living
ii
self-seeking
men-pleasers
consumed by
disaffection
who stumble
unheeding
with no sense
of direction
iii
we ration
compassion
and revel
in debasement
no thought for
our children
who tremble ...
#relationships
#oppression
#LifeStruggles #morality
#LifeStruggles #morality
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the hisss of spring
a rhymed, mirrored monophonic octet
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces
of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love! —Sitting Bull
‘tis
sheer bliss
t h e l e n s e s
o f t h e s e n s e s
s t i r n e w g e n e s i s
w h e n springtime commences
m a r c h and m a y a n d a p r i l i s
b u r s t with lilies of the v a l l e y s
p u r p l e p e o n i e s f r e n c h k i s s
r e d t u l i p s r e m i n i s c e
on...
Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces
of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love! —Sitting Bull
‘tis
sheer bliss
t h e l e n s e s
o f t h e s e n s e s
s t i r n e w g e n e s i s
w h e n springtime commences
m a r c h and m a y a n d a p r i l i s
b u r s t with lilies of the v a l l e y s
p u r p l e p e o n i e s f r e n c h k i s s
r e d t u l i p s r e m i n i s c e
on...
#hope
#inspirational
#flowers #spring
#flowers #spring
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odyssey
♪for my wife, odessa, on her birthday♪
a song
you are my journey
an odyssey across the rolling mountains of my life
walk with me only
out of my fantasy, you have emerged to be my wife
leave me not lonely
along the sudden turns of fate that cut me like a knife
what can console me
except your tenderness that’s always keeping me alive
you are my mornings
the shadows disappear as soon as i wake up with you
there are no warnings
that can prepare the heart for when your sun comes shining through ...
a song
you are my journey
an odyssey across the rolling mountains of my life
walk with me only
out of my fantasy, you have emerged to be my wife
leave me not lonely
along the sudden turns of fate that cut me like a knife
what can console me
except your tenderness that’s always keeping me alive
you are my mornings
the shadows disappear as soon as i wake up with you
there are no warnings
that can prepare the heart for when your sun comes shining through ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#travel #risk
#travel #risk
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scribbles in a poet's diary #04
scribble #04
odessa’s sweet refrain’ll bloom again
new quatrains
make april blooms at night
scented by candlelight
sweet late eve primrose, datura,
night phlox, brugsmansia
avril rains
that tall tales tell of spring
the Father's grace to bring
still wait i for the last wet train
odessa's sweet refrain'll
bloom again
spring equinox brings pink red blooms
new pregnancies fill heavn’s lithe wombs
© Copyright 2020 April 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________ ...
odessa’s sweet refrain’ll bloom again
new quatrains
make april blooms at night
scented by candlelight
sweet late eve primrose, datura,
night phlox, brugsmansia
avril rains
that tall tales tell of spring
the Father's grace to bring
still wait i for the last wet train
odessa's sweet refrain'll
bloom again
spring equinox brings pink red blooms
new pregnancies fill heavn’s lithe wombs
© Copyright 2020 April 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________ ...
#flowers
#spring
#nature #NaPoWriMo2020
#nature #NaPoWriMo2020
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where he has bled
a tribute to dudley vaccianna, artist per excellence
a blade of grass
a fallen star
a meteor
a moon
a lonely lass
soldiers at war
bromeliads
abloom
kandinskiad
manet-monet
kleetonic tones
of ire
loins scantily clad
papier maché
etchings on stones
by fire
he syncs his mind
in God's big hand
and comes away
with mirth
where once the blind
his hand-some wand
a new display
gives birth
for dudley's eye
sees innocence ...
a blade of grass
a fallen star
a meteor
a moon
a lonely lass
soldiers at war
bromeliads
abloom
kandinskiad
manet-monet
kleetonic tones
of ire
loins scantily clad
papier maché
etchings on stones
by fire
he syncs his mind
in God's big hand
and comes away
with mirth
where once the blind
his hand-some wand
a new display
gives birth
for dudley's eye
sees innocence ...
#technology
#art
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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new seasons in the sun—blind man's soliloquy
Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to
behold the sun..."—Ecclesiastes 11:7 KJV
i
lend me my eyes
that I may see the sea
once more
then you can take them back
señor
for they belong to thee
as do my sighs
ii
give me a glance
if haply I may be
more sure
the one thing that I lack
tho poor
is not my sanity
in this vile dance
iii
should circumstance
my sight withhold from me ...
behold the sun..."—Ecclesiastes 11:7 KJV
i
lend me my eyes
that I may see the sea
once more
then you can take them back
señor
for they belong to thee
as do my sighs
ii
give me a glance
if haply I may be
more sure
the one thing that I lack
tho poor
is not my sanity
in this vile dance
iii
should circumstance
my sight withhold from me ...
#hope
#SelfReflection
#wisdom
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o mother-mother
♪threnody to the mixed emotions of motherhood♪
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to,
but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we; we clasp them until the
blood flows.” ― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow
i
in the morn
of my life
was the eve
of God's creation.
one kindred nation
i believe
without strife
thus was born.
ii
all the world
from her womb
cometh forth
with tears of passion.
no feeble ration
or slight mirth
pales...
#children
#motherhood
#MothersDay
#redemption
#hurt
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scribbles in a poet's diary #3
scribble #03
odessa breaks chain barriers
triangles
relationships in threes
snug middlemen to please
whose best of both worlds means no good
nor each way understood
key-jangles
remind me of locked locks
that freedom jeers and mocks
while liberty ranks third in line
faith first, hope close behind
life's tangles
odessa breaks chain barriers
spring freedom bids me marry her
© Copyright 2020 April 03
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 03
odessa breaks chain barriers
triangles
relationships in threes
snug middlemen to please
whose best of both worlds means no good
nor each way understood
key-jangles
remind me of locked locks
that freedom jeers and mocks
while liberty ranks third in line
faith first, hope close behind
life's tangles
odessa breaks chain barriers
spring freedom bids me marry her
© Copyright 2020 April 03
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 03
#relationships
#spring
#threesome #NaPoWriMo2020
#threesome #NaPoWriMo2020
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scribbles in a poet's diary #2
scribble #02
odessa keeps fresh vigil still
second chance
though fallen in life's race
rising is no disgrace
odessa keeps fresh vigil still
upon her little hill
sing and dance
your burden clouds away
'tis april's second day
two-timing challenges will come
death rents an empty tomb
in advance
but april when spring skies are blue
humours no random rendezvous
© Copyright 2020 April 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 02
odessa keeps fresh vigil still
second chance
though fallen in life's race
rising is no disgrace
odessa keeps fresh vigil still
upon her little hill
sing and dance
your burden clouds away
'tis april's second day
two-timing challenges will come
death rents an empty tomb
in advance
but april when spring skies are blue
humours no random rendezvous
© Copyright 2020 April 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 02
#romantic
#flowers
#spring #NaPoWriMo2020
#spring #NaPoWriMo2020
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deep blue sea
The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
— Jacques Yves Cousteau
so many, many times
i’ve watched your swelling waves
their heaving, sighing bosoms raise
to gloat over the graves
of many, many men
that sleep upon your floors
their dreams cut short by silent sighs
that wither on your shores
no more, no more trust i
your suave,...
— Jacques Yves Cousteau
so many, many times
i’ve watched your swelling waves
their heaving, sighing bosoms raise
to gloat over the graves
of many, many men
that sleep upon your floors
their dreams cut short by silent sighs
that wither on your shores
no more, no more trust i
your suave,...
#grief
#hope
#dreams
#sea
#memorial
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