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.
hope
i became as a seed
when my tent blew away
in the storm
i saw stars
in the skies
as i cried
when my dreams fell apart
on the ground
i became as a seed
not interred
there to rot
but to bud
once my root
learned to shoot
for the stars
© Copyright 2020 April 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
when my tent blew away
in the storm
i saw stars
in the skies
as i cried
when my dreams fell apart
on the ground
i became as a seed
not interred
there to rot
but to bud
once my root
learned to shoot
for the stars
© Copyright 2020 April 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#strength
#hope
#courage
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all the vain things that charm me most
for my wife Odessa
1
forbid me not
to leave your lips alone
though fervent kisses
render me undone
unspoken words
make your mouth-eloquence
superior to
tongue’s lyric evidence
2
forbid me not
to sacrifice my dreams
to ferry you across
swift-river streams
‘tis better i with you
procrastinate
than hurry lone to my
own golden gate
3
forbid me not
when i am twice a child
to guard with trembling hand
your trembling, wild
anticipation of ...
1
forbid me not
to leave your lips alone
though fervent kisses
render me undone
unspoken words
make your mouth-eloquence
superior to
tongue’s lyric evidence
2
forbid me not
to sacrifice my dreams
to ferry you across
swift-river streams
‘tis better i with you
procrastinate
than hurry lone to my
own golden gate
3
forbid me not
when i am twice a child
to guard with trembling hand
your trembling, wild
anticipation of ...
#love
#husband
#relationships #LifeCycle
#relationships #LifeCycle
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songs of comfort
evensong
“If I have wounded any soul today,/If I have caused one foot to go astray,/
If I have walked in my own willful way,/Dear Lord, forgive!”—C. Maud Battersby
1
angels of mercy
hold my hands
as loneliness my fear expands
no sooner sing
my broken lips
than on my tongue sweet comfort drips
2
soon would i sleep
the sleep of death
save that Your love extends my breath
thus futile thoughts
my heart conceives
crumble as vain recitatives
3
and can it be
my sun should set ...
“If I have wounded any soul today,/If I have caused one foot to go astray,/
If I have walked in my own willful way,/Dear Lord, forgive!”—C. Maud Battersby
1
angels of mercy
hold my hands
as loneliness my fear expands
no sooner sing
my broken lips
than on my tongue sweet comfort drips
2
soon would i sleep
the sleep of death
save that Your love extends my breath
thus futile thoughts
my heart conceives
crumble as vain recitatives
3
and can it be
my sun should set ...
#kindness
#forgiveness
#peace #redemption
#peace #redemption
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songs of comfort
morning medley
“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning
a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”—Arthur Schopenhauer
1
God has created a new day…
morning’s triumph over sleep
my cup of
consolation
before the noon sun
sips me
like bloody prey
i look not back
at nightmares i have ridden
saddleless
where bareback riders
fear to dream
2
silver and green and gold…
entice me from out of reach
far from my drooling...
“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning
a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”—Arthur Schopenhauer
1
God has created a new day…
morning’s triumph over sleep
my cup of
consolation
before the noon sun
sips me
like bloody prey
i look not back
at nightmares i have ridden
saddleless
where bareback riders
fear to dream
2
silver and green and gold…
entice me from out of reach
far from my drooling...
#strength
#hope
#morning
#faith
#gratitude
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songs of comfort
give me a song
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you
are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.—Psalm 23:4 ESV
1
what can you say
to my soul
limping
under burdens
of epic notions
that i cannot
overcome
2
give me a song
beyond this commotion
that i might fashion an ocean
from domestic rations
for the calming
of my irate passions
3
give me a melody
of sweet devotion
that i might ease
this loneliness...
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you
are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.—Psalm 23:4 ESV
1
what can you say
to my soul
limping
under burdens
of epic notions
that i cannot
overcome
2
give me a song
beyond this commotion
that i might fashion an ocean
from domestic rations
for the calming
of my irate passions
3
give me a melody
of sweet devotion
that i might ease
this loneliness...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles #redemption
#LifeStruggles #redemption
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pandemonium
An elegy for the State Funeral of COVID-19
"We grow too soon old and too late smart...in this busy hurry-up world." –
Aggregated from state address by Gov. Andrew Cuomo, 2020 March 19
in this busy hurry-up world,
COVID-19 squarely hurled
at a panic-driven race,
we must shelter find in place.
symptomatic pandemonium
fattened by intense opprobrium
rapes a nation's equilibrium,
congress-locked in death's symposium.
secret agents fully armed
spread the deadly SARS alarm.
innocent of wisdom, they ...
"We grow too soon old and too late smart...in this busy hurry-up world." –
Aggregated from state address by Gov. Andrew Cuomo, 2020 March 19
in this busy hurry-up world,
COVID-19 squarely hurled
at a panic-driven race,
we must shelter find in place.
symptomatic pandemonium
fattened by intense opprobrium
rapes a nation's equilibrium,
congress-locked in death's symposium.
secret agents fully armed
spread the deadly SARS alarm.
innocent of wisdom, they ...
#anxiety
#hope
#death
#illness
#pandemic
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nocturnal elements
A little night music for a little day dancing
makes perfect harmony. –cab
night sleeps and dreams upon my weary eyes
day wakes upon my brow
but this i know
that when night dies new sunshine bids me rise
to battle with myself, rationalise,
and mingle with the flow
of foes i know
eager dark nights to make of daylight skies
night steals from me my vigour and my vim
day pulls my curious strings
and sweetly sings
diurnal songs that night makes dull and grim
for sleep is death's most fitting pseudonym
give me an...
makes perfect harmony. –cab
night sleeps and dreams upon my weary eyes
day wakes upon my brow
but this i know
that when night dies new sunshine bids me rise
to battle with myself, rationalise,
and mingle with the flow
of foes i know
eager dark nights to make of daylight skies
night steals from me my vigour and my vim
day pulls my curious strings
and sweetly sings
diurnal songs that night makes dull and grim
for sleep is death's most fitting pseudonym
give me an...
#dreams
#earth
#universe
#sky
#night
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animal swag
a contrapuntal poem
the cat would on my doormat stay
behold the dog – he barks
to meow the quiet hours away
and in his eyes are sparks
her furry purr a ball of tease
enticing him to wag
by which she seeks my heart to please
the way most canines brag
a bowl of milk will pacify
a bone is his reward
the feline whims that classify
for keeping robust guard
this puff of fleeting innocence
he’s my sincerest friend
that fills my life with eloquence
until the journey’s end.
©...
the cat would on my doormat stay
behold the dog – he barks
to meow the quiet hours away
and in his eyes are sparks
her furry purr a ball of tease
enticing him to wag
by which she seeks my heart to please
the way most canines brag
a bowl of milk will pacify
a bone is his reward
the feline whims that classify
for keeping robust guard
this puff of fleeting innocence
he’s my sincerest friend
that fills my life with eloquence
until the journey’s end.
©...
#dogs
#cats
#animals #nature
#animals #nature
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scribbles2
It is still an unending source of surprise for me how a few scribbles on a blackboard
or on a piece of paper can change the course of human affairs. —Stanislaw Ulam
i
in younger days, i wrote
all my phantasies in sand
but the waves ate
every morsel,
leaving no bones for me.
went all my thoughts afloat
to some strange and foreign land,
every secret
from my castles
interred upon the sea.
ii
skywritings filled the clouds,
rhymes that occupied the world,
but no one cared
for the...
or on a piece of paper can change the course of human affairs. —Stanislaw Ulam
i
in younger days, i wrote
all my phantasies in sand
but the waves ate
every morsel,
leaving no bones for me.
went all my thoughts afloat
to some strange and foreign land,
every secret
from my castles
interred upon the sea.
ii
skywritings filled the clouds,
rhymes that occupied the world,
but no one cared
for the...
#rejection
#silence
#peace
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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my seed will rise
All the flowers of all the tomorrows
are in the seeds of today.” —Indian Proverb
do not be sorry for my plight
though i am left for dead
these wings will one day find their flight
when earth and sky are wed
hard knocks are heaven's building blocks
discouragement the glue
when dreams tossed hard against the rocks
are covered by mildew
the butterfly when wings are new
must struggle on its own
to find its fulcrum though askew
it is by foul winds blown
thus buried deep beneath the dust
and...
are in the seeds of today.” —Indian Proverb
do not be sorry for my plight
though i am left for dead
these wings will one day find their flight
when earth and sky are wed
hard knocks are heaven's building blocks
discouragement the glue
when dreams tossed hard against the rocks
are covered by mildew
the butterfly when wings are new
must struggle on its own
to find its fulcrum though askew
it is by foul winds blown
thus buried deep beneath the dust
and...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#determination
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for my lips are beautiful
tribute to the virtuous woman
nor have i been ever wont to wear lipstick
for my lips are beautiful all by themselves
fine young men line up to catch me in the quick
but my pucker shoots their yearnings from the shelves
manicures have cured no hands of feeble touch
but my fingers lyrics know of healing songs
ne’er have i been one to shovel up too much
rather would i heal the wounds and right the wrongs
of the wayward footsteps of the pedicured
feet that oft upon diminished souls encroach ...
nor have i been ever wont to wear lipstick
for my lips are beautiful all by themselves
fine young men line up to catch me in the quick
but my pucker shoots their yearnings from the shelves
manicures have cured no hands of feeble touch
but my fingers lyrics know of healing songs
ne’er have i been one to shovel up too much
rather would i heal the wounds and right the wrongs
of the wayward footsteps of the pedicured
feet that oft upon diminished souls encroach ...
#romantic
#beauty
#honesty #morality
#honesty #morality
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Mirror herO
If we cannot be ourselves, there is no need for a mirror.
—Author unknown
lately
you've been staring
in the mirror,
greatly
stung by glaring
waves of pain.
stately
once, your bearing
for tomorrow,
saintly
was your daring
down the lane
when, with
childhood eyes, you
glimpsed the future,
no myth
seeming far too
grand for real.
no kith,
kin can rob you
of the pleasure
wherewith
youth of virtue
milks appeal.
hero
in the mirror,
quit your...
—Author unknown
lately
you've been staring
in the mirror,
greatly
stung by glaring
waves of pain.
stately
once, your bearing
for tomorrow,
saintly
was your daring
down the lane
when, with
childhood eyes, you
glimpsed the future,
no myth
seeming far too
grand for real.
no kith,
kin can rob you
of the pleasure
wherewith
youth of virtue
milks appeal.
hero
in the mirror,
quit your...
#loneliness
#inspirational
#SelfReflection #apathy
#SelfReflection #apathy
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