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.
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Aug 2024 5:28pm
30th Aug 2024 5:28pm
against the wall
When your back is against the wall, there is only one thing
to do, and that is turn around and fight.”—John Major
the earth me live would swallow, if she could,
and contemplate that she had done me good;
but time is not yet right to kick the bucket,
my seed yet ripe enough for hands to pluck it.
she decimates my ego with her fire,
spoils my escape with razor-sharp barbed wire;
and when her quicksands drink me to the neck,
my head reels with her evil discotheque.
the voices of live shadows make their mock,
bending my...
to do, and that is turn around and fight.”—John Major
the earth me live would swallow, if she could,
and contemplate that she had done me good;
but time is not yet right to kick the bucket,
my seed yet ripe enough for hands to pluck it.
she decimates my ego with her fire,
spoils my escape with razor-sharp barbed wire;
and when her quicksands drink me to the neck,
my head reels with her evil discotheque.
the voices of live shadows make their mock,
bending my...
#courage
#death
#earth
#FeelingTrapped
#strength
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2024 6:07am
28th Aug 2024 6:07am
skyscraper
Skyscrapers are the ultimate symbol of human ambition,
rising above all obstacles.”—Anonymous
ambitions
drag me by the pulsing shoulder,
by rations
limited that make me bolder;
too soon i
find that failure is a raper
to ruin my
feet short of their high skyscraper.
the journey,
though an uphill climb forever,
shall earn me
all the fruit of my endeavour;
sharp bruises
shall my passions not diminish,
excuses
weary not what i must finish.
naysayers
vex my spirit with dissuasion, ...
rising above all obstacles.”—Anonymous
ambitions
drag me by the pulsing shoulder,
by rations
limited that make me bolder;
too soon i
find that failure is a raper
to ruin my
feet short of their high skyscraper.
the journey,
though an uphill climb forever,
shall earn me
all the fruit of my endeavour;
sharp bruises
shall my passions not diminish,
excuses
weary not what i must finish.
naysayers
vex my spirit with dissuasion, ...
#determination
#dreams
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#success
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Aug 2024 8:41pm
27th Aug 2024 8:41pm
do-mi-no effects
Hope can be imagined as a domino effect, a chain reaction, each
increment making the next increase more feasible.…There are
moments of fear and doubt that can deflate it.”—Jerome Groopman
do mi no harm:
my dots are all connected.
when, from your charm,
blunt reason has defected,
who, then, shall fix
the jigsaw of its trouble?
my double-six
shall burst your fretful bubble.
do mi no hate:
one seed can choke a forest
and not abate, ...
increment making the next increase more feasible.…There are
moments of fear and doubt that can deflate it.”—Jerome Groopman
do mi no harm:
my dots are all connected.
when, from your charm,
blunt reason has defected,
who, then, shall fix
the jigsaw of its trouble?
my double-six
shall burst your fretful bubble.
do mi no hate:
one seed can choke a forest
and not abate, ...
#betrayal
#fate
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#relationships
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Aug 2024 3:04am
27th Aug 2024 3:04am
between the lines
Yet the deepest truths are best read between the lines, and, for
the most part, refuse to be written.”—Amos Bronson Alcott
and yet i read you,
glyph and word and line,
and contemplate you
as my book divine,
parsing you mornings
—e’en at dead of night!—
sifting fair warnings
from your naked light.
rude metaphors hide
underneath your eyes,
stripping all my pride
as deep longings rise.
giggle all you want
at my helplessness:
you know that i can’t
half your milk express;
...
the most part, refuse to be written.”—Amos Bronson Alcott
and yet i read you,
glyph and word and line,
and contemplate you
as my book divine,
parsing you mornings
—e’en at dead of night!—
sifting fair warnings
from your naked light.
rude metaphors hide
underneath your eyes,
stripping all my pride
as deep longings rise.
giggle all you want
at my helplessness:
you know that i can’t
half your milk express;
...
#husband
#learning
#love
#relationships
#wife
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jul 2024 9:55pm
26th Jul 2024 9:55pm
dumb reason
a sequel to Unspoken Rhyme by LilDragonFly
“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out
and remove all doubt.”—Abraham Lincoln
lost in every time and season
him who adulates blind reason
adamant to make a muckle
though he lacks the tritest mickle
what's the virtue in illogic
when em is divorced from music
e'en the shrewdest sleight-of-hand trick
on the parchment torn makes you sick
let the dumb iamb a new ink
bleed to save him from the unthink
in a world of rhyme and reason ...
“Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out
and remove all doubt.”—Abraham Lincoln
lost in every time and season
him who adulates blind reason
adamant to make a muckle
though he lacks the tritest mickle
what's the virtue in illogic
when em is divorced from music
e'en the shrewdest sleight-of-hand trick
on the parchment torn makes you sick
let the dumb iamb a new ink
bleed to save him from the unthink
in a world of rhyme and reason ...
#MentalHealth
#rhyming
#wisdom
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2024 00:46am
23rd Jul 2024 00:46am
water under the bridge
Whatever happened is water under the bridge. Burn the damn
bridge and forget the past, he whispered.—Carolyn Brown
i do not want to whisper anymore,
of things done in the dark that dread the light;
nocturnal robes may make the wrong seem right,
whose decadence cuts to the very core.
i do not want to whimper anymore,
o’er painful attitudes that irk the soul
or recklessness no brute force can control,
though pressed to death against fate's iron door.
i do not want to prove you anymore,
whose desperation gives me...
bridge and forget the past, he whispered.—Carolyn Brown
i do not want to whisper anymore,
of things done in the dark that dread the light;
nocturnal robes may make the wrong seem right,
whose decadence cuts to the very core.
i do not want to whimper anymore,
o’er painful attitudes that irk the soul
or recklessness no brute force can control,
though pressed to death against fate's iron door.
i do not want to prove you anymore,
whose desperation gives me...
#breakup
#heartbroken
#MovingOn
#regret
#relationships
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2024 5:00am
21st Jul 2024 5:00am
realities
We cannot banish dangers, but we can banish fears. We must
not demean life by standing in awe of death.”—David Sarnoff
let me not to the marriage of pipe dreams
devote myself,
nor think life, broken, blooms best, disarrayed
upon the shelf.
what if the trivialities o’er which
much ado reigns
discolour all my yearning with their God-
forsaken stains?
how shall i mend the breach when, fallen blind,
the needle’s eye
through whose lens i must find a better way
to live or die?
presumptuous thoughts no...
not demean life by standing in awe of death.”—David Sarnoff
let me not to the marriage of pipe dreams
devote myself,
nor think life, broken, blooms best, disarrayed
upon the shelf.
what if the trivialities o’er which
much ado reigns
discolour all my yearning with their God-
forsaken stains?
how shall i mend the breach when, fallen blind,
the needle’s eye
through whose lens i must find a better way
to live or die?
presumptuous thoughts no...
#courage
#heroic
#inspirational
#LifeStruggles
#strength
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Jul 2024 8:18am
15th Jul 2024 8:18am
how awkwardly we learned
a sonnet
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around
once in a while, you could miss it.”—Ferris Bueller
(Matthew Broderick) in Ferris Bueller's Day Off
was it not yesterday we played hopscotch,
and scrambled up the sweetwood tree, to watch
the pea doves coif their nests and lay their eggs,
and hide their little ones between their legs?
serenity slept at the river’s edge,
oblivious to random plea and pledge
our childhood passions wove into the dreams
we...
#aging
#childhood
#learning
#memories
#SelfDiscovery
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2024 9:00pm
9th Jul 2024 9:00pm
that he might live
Let us die as soon as possible, and by whatever process God shall
appoint. And when we are dead to the world, and nature, and self,
we shall begin to live to God.”—Adoniram Judson
a man must live each day, that he might die
and not go down into eternity
obliterated, like a whimpering sigh,
ignoble in its wasteful brevity.
the plots he scribbles daily on his page
(of fantasies, odes, ballads, tragedies)
will judge his ink with gladness or with rage,
sifting cacophonies from euphonies.
the hands that feed; the will that...
appoint. And when we are dead to the world, and nature, and self,
we shall begin to live to God.”—Adoniram Judson
a man must live each day, that he might die
and not go down into eternity
obliterated, like a whimpering sigh,
ignoble in its wasteful brevity.
the plots he scribbles daily on his page
(of fantasies, odes, ballads, tragedies)
will judge his ink with gladness or with rage,
sifting cacophonies from euphonies.
the hands that feed; the will that...
#death
#identity
#kindness
#sacrifice
#SelfWorth
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
8th Jul 2024 11:29pm
in this tranquil place
Hail to Jamaica, the Island of Springs!
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
Peace on her meadows her radiance flings.
Beauty and gladness have made thee, dear land,
The loveliest spot in earth’s wide, watered strand.”
—Astley Clerk, Jamaican Patriot (May 1868-May 1944)
summers shall not cease,
nor springtime, while the breeze
hoola-hoops the mango leaves
and stirs the guinep trees.
every flow’r that blooms
for maidens and their grooms,
every tear of him who grieves,
nor brevity assumes,
while the green grass springs
and...
#environment
#escape
#nature
#summer
#utopia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
7th Jul 2024 8:56pm
beryllium
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will
of God.”—Corrie Ten Boom
her kiss was not the dew at dawn,
her rouge no golden hue;
the spirit of the gentle faun
found here no xanadu.
she raped the wealth of pleasant lands,
havocked the caribbleau,
life’s peace accord, torn, in her hands,
her winds a wild tableau.
pillaging roofs and trees and boats,
her anger made a stew,
transporting pigs and cows and goats
far from their...
#environment
#rain
#storm
#water
#wind
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Jul 2024 8:07am
7th Jul 2024 8:07am
painT-Traps
We should think seriously before we slam doors, before we
burn bridges, before we saw off the limb on which we find
ourselves sitting.”—Richard L. Evans
how oft we paint ourselves into a corner,
when hot words fly and reason limps thereafter!
gone with the wind, escaped into the ethos,
infantile thoughts ballooned into vile foetus.
infernoing life’s bridges is the red paint
that blisters all the hopes of that would-be saint
who, lavished by the swell of transient treasures,
peeks not once back to mark their waning measures.
...
burn bridges, before we saw off the limb on which we find
ourselves sitting.”—Richard L. Evans
how oft we paint ourselves into a corner,
when hot words fly and reason limps thereafter!
gone with the wind, escaped into the ethos,
infantile thoughts ballooned into vile foetus.
infernoing life’s bridges is the red paint
that blisters all the hopes of that would-be saint
who, lavished by the swell of transient treasures,
peeks not once back to mark their waning measures.
...
#conflict
#gratitude
#kindness
#learning
#regret
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