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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 #1
scribble #01
odessa sings alone
thom-fool day
when sages congregate
and fools anticipate
the trembling of their punny bone
odessa sings alone
night and day
harp music fills her soul
as march goes on parole
may time not guzzle all my days
nor steal my spirit's praise
straightaway
this april day is but the first
nor can its prospects be reversed
© Copyright 2020 April 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 01
odessa sings alone
thom-fool day
when sages congregate
and fools anticipate
the trembling of their punny bone
odessa sings alone
night and day
harp music fills her soul
as march goes on parole
may time not guzzle all my days
nor steal my spirit's praise
straightaway
this april day is but the first
nor can its prospects be reversed
© Copyright 2020 April 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
___________________________
NaPoWriMo2020—April 01
#spring
#NaPoWriMo2020
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cello-guitar phantasy
♪
no
strings
attached
except where
melodies cross bridges
to dance with plagal cadences.
♪
taut
bow and
plectrum arrow
in con-chordant bliss
the fretting of one recurrent
etude the unfettering of the other.
♪
nuance
and truance
find true compliance
in the dexterous commingling
of mano sinistral blood with the pain
of innovative subterranean orchestral libretti.
♪
ostinato
dreams headache
the ambient...
no
strings
attached
except where
melodies cross bridges
to dance with plagal cadences.
♪
taut
bow and
plectrum arrow
in con-chordant bliss
the fretting of one recurrent
etude the unfettering of the other.
♪
nuance
and truance
find true compliance
in the dexterous commingling
of mano sinistral blood with the pain
of innovative subterranean orchestral libretti.
♪
ostinato
dreams headache
the ambient...
#dreams
#inspirational
#music
#culture
#guitars
355 reads
4 Comments
may moods
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn,
whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. —Helen Keller
i
may
this day
bring you flowers
to brighten your heart
everyday
every minute
a fragrant bloom
for every dark hour
in an uncertain world
ii
may
little birds
sing you songs
to lighten your burdens
every morning
every eve
a vibrant chorale
for every moment
iii
may
great expectations
give you...
whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. —Helen Keller
i
may
this day
bring you flowers
to brighten your heart
everyday
every minute
a fragrant bloom
for every dark hour
in an uncertain world
ii
may
little birds
sing you songs
to lighten your burdens
every morning
every eve
a vibrant chorale
for every moment
iii
may
great expectations
give you...
#love
#spring
#faith #emotions
#faith #emotions
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hOmeless hEavens
For there will never cease to be poor in the land. Therefore I command you, ‘You shall open wide
your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’” (Deut. 15:11 ESV)
foodless
feastdays
on these streets
of plenty of nothing
bind inglorious gluttons
to the gormandising
...
your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’” (Deut. 15:11 ESV)
foodless
feastdays
on these streets
of plenty of nothing
bind inglorious gluttons
to the gormandising
...
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
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the swift demise of spring
Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn / Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May /
New blooming blossoms ‘neath the sun are born / And all poor April’s charms are swept away.” – John Clare
twenty-three
short days have slipt fast by
i’ve watched their sunsets die
impaled on sea’s horizon line
spring days interred supine
jubilee?
yet seven more deaths to mourn
till april, fully worn,
casts off her crown in deference
to may month’s present tense
bourgeoisie
does not spring status quo define
odessa’s faith...
New blooming blossoms ‘neath the sun are born / And all poor April’s charms are swept away.” – John Clare
twenty-three
short days have slipt fast by
i’ve watched their sunsets die
impaled on sea’s horizon line
spring days interred supine
jubilee?
yet seven more deaths to mourn
till april, fully worn,
casts off her crown in deference
to may month’s present tense
bourgeoisie
does not spring status quo define
odessa’s faith...
#flowers
#spring
#nature
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inksense
It is better to remain silent at the risk of being thought a fool,
than to talk and remove all doubt of it.” ―Maurice Switzer
the burden of new knowledge
little minds can scarce endure.
reason is no small fry when
mental faculties are poor.
‘tis treason to misapprehend
what commonsense abhors
when men most miserable
...
than to talk and remove all doubt of it.” ―Maurice Switzer
the burden of new knowledge
little minds can scarce endure.
reason is no small fry when
mental faculties are poor.
‘tis treason to misapprehend
what commonsense abhors
when men most miserable
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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carnival spree
carnival
comes naked down broad street
buttocks and breasts accrete
on jam packed mobile catwalk trucks
slack guts held in tight tucks
ordinal
gyrations draw loose tongues
of men unduly hung
by painted bodies scantly clad
costumed from trinidad
marginal
the human nous that has prevailed
odessa thus with dread assailed
© Copyright 2020 April 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
comes naked down broad street
buttocks and breasts accrete
on jam packed mobile catwalk trucks
slack guts held in tight tucks
ordinal
gyrations draw loose tongues
of men unduly hung
by painted bodies scantly clad
costumed from trinidad
marginal
the human nous that has prevailed
odessa thus with dread assailed
© Copyright 2020 April 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#spring
#PopCulture
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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an april phantasy
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#utopia
#spring
#nature
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salt reflavoured
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth
good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.—Matthew 5:13 KJV
of the earth,
i’m it.
if i lose my savour,
i am shit.
spit
me out
of your mout’:
my clout
is as good
as dearth.
wherewith
shall i be salted
if, self-exalted,
i have defaulted
to uselessness?
the thirsty
thirst,
while hungry men
have hung their...
good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men.—Matthew 5:13 KJV
of the earth,
i’m it.
if i lose my savour,
i am shit.
spit
me out
of your mout’:
my clout
is as good
as dearth.
wherewith
shall i be salted
if, self-exalted,
i have defaulted
to uselessness?
the thirsty
thirst,
while hungry men
have hung their...
#power
#TruthOfLife
#redemption #responsibility
#redemption #responsibility
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2 Comments
covid-911
For man also does not know his time: Like fish taken in a cruel net, Like
birds caught in a snare, So the sons of men are snared in an evil time,
When it falls suddenly upon them. —Ecclesiastes 9:12 NKJV
death
comes upon us
like foolish fish
taken
in a cruel net
like innocent corn
roasted
in a hungry fire
breath
feigns to fan us
with hope's last wish
waken
like a sun unset
in early-born morn
when with
fate life would conspire
fear
heartless reaper
of...
birds caught in a snare, So the sons of men are snared in an evil time,
When it falls suddenly upon them. —Ecclesiastes 9:12 NKJV
death
comes upon us
like foolish fish
taken
in a cruel net
like innocent corn
roasted
in a hungry fire
breath
feigns to fan us
with hope's last wish
waken
like a sun unset
in early-born morn
when with
fate life would conspire
fear
heartless reaper
of...
#hope
#death
#inspirational #pandemic
#inspirational #pandemic
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i come to the cross
i
i come to the cross
with my crosses
dumbstruck by the weight
of my losses
the King of Creation
the Balm of the nations
hanged bare for the sins
of the masses
ii
i kneel at His feet
bafflefeated
by guilt for the Lord
so maltreated
His innocence clear, though
the pain His must bear; woe
to those who in shame
have retreated
iii
i yield Him my hand
empty-handed
consumed in the place
i have landed
by love elevated
though long I have waited
my ransom His life ...
i come to the cross
with my crosses
dumbstruck by the weight
of my losses
the King of Creation
the Balm of the nations
hanged bare for the sins
of the masses
ii
i kneel at His feet
bafflefeated
by guilt for the Lord
so maltreated
His innocence clear, though
the pain His must bear; woe
to those who in shame
have retreated
iii
i yield Him my hand
empty-handed
consumed in the place
i have landed
by love elevated
though long I have waited
my ransom His life ...
#death
#graveyard
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hope -- i'm waiting here
when first i fell for you
i hoped you’d pick up me
when next you broke my heart
i hoped you’d mend up me
when finally you went your way
i hoped you’d still remember me
i’m waiting here
to tell you, dear
how
much
i
love
you still…
© Copyright 2020 April 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
i hoped you’d pick up me
when next you broke my heart
i hoped you’d mend up me
when finally you went your way
i hoped you’d still remember me
i’m waiting here
to tell you, dear
how
much
i
love
you still…
© Copyright 2020 April 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#hope
#UnrequitedLove
#IMissYou
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