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.
inner circle
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life wraps me in its circle
like ripples on the ocean
around a central sparkle
it sets my days in motion
the circle of a woman
whose womb became my mother
gave me transcendent vision
life’s sentiments to gather
now i am my beloved’s
encircled by her hunger
the world is yet confounded
while at faith’s gate we linger
one day earth’s inner circle
shall with dark rings surround me
but by a perfect marvel ...
http://mydo.cx/ZDlkZjM0
life wraps me in its circle
like ripples on the ocean
around a central sparkle
it sets my days in motion
the circle of a woman
whose womb became my mother
gave me transcendent vision
life’s sentiments to gather
now i am my beloved’s
encircled by her hunger
the world is yet confounded
while at faith’s gate we linger
one day earth’s inner circle
shall with dark rings surround me
but by a perfect marvel ...
#hope
#fate
#LifeCycle
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a new dawn
wet dreams
bound to cascade
along the pubescent landsccape
of your nostalgic privacy
whenever the rain comes thick at night
pounding your edifice
with confluent persistence
you gasp for a cyclone
a wild passion
swelling your nightgown skin
negligent negligée
revealing fit for the picking
your cherry-ripe desire
for my urgent surge
...
bound to cascade
along the pubescent landsccape
of your nostalgic privacy
whenever the rain comes thick at night
pounding your edifice
with confluent persistence
you gasp for a cyclone
a wild passion
swelling your nightgown skin
negligent negligée
revealing fit for the picking
your cherry-ripe desire
for my urgent surge
...
#love
#dreams
#LifeCycle #passion
#LifeCycle #passion
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under my skin
#erotic
#sensual
949 reads
4 Comments
that i might sip (Visual Version)
my cup runs over
with the fullness of her
hot chocolate flavour.
with a delicate stir
she bubbles upward
like a fountain of mist
fragrantly raptured
with a hope to be kissed.
let me embrace her
ere her warmth i may sense.
soon i must taste her
for a want so intense
puckers my spirit
to inhale her perfume.
crossing my limit
i am wont to presume
that i might sip her
ere my lips might indulge
secrets far sweeter
than wine words could divulge.
she...
with the fullness of her
hot chocolate flavour.
with a delicate stir
she bubbles upward
like a fountain of mist
fragrantly raptured
with a hope to be kissed.
let me embrace her
ere her warmth i may sense.
soon i must taste her
for a want so intense
puckers my spirit
to inhale her perfume.
crossing my limit
i am wont to presume
that i might sip her
ere my lips might indulge
secrets far sweeter
than wine words could divulge.
she...
#love
#admiration
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4 Comments
the last test
when He speaks
void becomes form
nix becomes norm
days and weeks
order of things
all the earth sings
when He speaks
dark becomes night
day becomes light
mountain peaks
boldly ascend
valleys descend
by His Word
firmament space
marks the high base
whence my Lord
rules the whole sphere
heaven and here
by His Word
parts the dry land
from the wet strand
have you heard
sun, moon, and star
shout from afar?
His great voice
settles the seas ...
void becomes form
nix becomes norm
days and weeks
order of things
all the earth sings
when He speaks
dark becomes night
day becomes light
mountain peaks
boldly ascend
valleys descend
by His Word
firmament space
marks the high base
whence my Lord
rules the whole sphere
heaven and here
by His Word
parts the dry land
from the wet strand
have you heard
sun, moon, and star
shout from afar?
His great voice
settles the seas ...
#earth
#God
#spiritual
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watire
WATER
drippy, wet
cleansing, flowing, refreshing
glass, match, stove, thirst
burning, scorching, searing
destructive, intense
FIRE
© cab 2019 February 24
drippy, wet
cleansing, flowing, refreshing
glass, match, stove, thirst
burning, scorching, searing
destructive, intense
FIRE
© cab 2019 February 24
#fire
#water
2523 reads
2 Comments
STOP
futility is time running out
stop the clock
agility without clout
once man
twice child
tic-tock
S
T
O
P
tock-tic
child twice
man once
clout without agility
clock the stop
outrunning time is futility
© Copyright 2019 February 24
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
stop the clock
agility without clout
once man
twice child
tic-tock
S
T
O
P
tock-tic
child twice
man once
clout without agility
clock the stop
outrunning time is futility
© Copyright 2019 February 24
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn
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NO
you know
i know
you know
no is
a no-no
no date
no night
no kiss
no fight
no time
no lyme
no sun
no daughter
no slumber
no laughter
no hunger
no pain
no king
no rain
no fire
no ember
no ire
no
vember
go polish
your know
abolish
your NO…
© Copyright 2019 February 22
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
i know
you know
no is
a no-no
no date
no night
no kiss
no fight
no time
no lyme
no sun
no daughter
no slumber
no laughter
no hunger
no pain
no king
no rain
no fire
no ember
no ire
no
vember
go polish
your know
abolish
your NO…
© Copyright 2019 February 22
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#funny
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whirlwind
whirl, dark wind, sweep clean my fantasy.
take me home from this ungrateful sea.
give me credence in my quandary;
save me from faux camaraderie.
long have i defied earth’s mountain waves,
searched the bowels of her fountain caves:
must these empty nets with brutal jeer
mock the night that drank my futile care?
emptiness of empty nets and worn,
floating boat without a hope unsworn.
though my tears fall dead and salt the sea,
ocean death shall not my ransom be…
© Copyright 2019 February 21
by Clyve...
take me home from this ungrateful sea.
give me credence in my quandary;
save me from faux camaraderie.
long have i defied earth’s mountain waves,
searched the bowels of her fountain caves:
must these empty nets with brutal jeer
mock the night that drank my futile care?
emptiness of empty nets and worn,
floating boat without a hope unsworn.
though my tears fall dead and salt the sea,
ocean death shall not my ransom be…
© Copyright 2019 February 21
by Clyve...
#anxiety
#sea
#storm
709 reads
6 Comments
apronsongs
sometimes
a mere unhurried sigh
no righteous indignation
she’s a mystery
whose tears are not
her children’s entertainment
or their dad’s entitlement
for far beneath
her armour
of polished incisors
and slightly tinted lips
ruddied by apronsongs
the more to whisper kindness
to ears that come for comfort
where words can scarce find footing
they trickle only in the dead of night
cutting across the quiet mischief
of thorns that pierce her heart
in unsuspecting daylight...
a mere unhurried sigh
no righteous indignation
she’s a mystery
whose tears are not
her children’s entertainment
or their dad’s entitlement
for far beneath
her armour
of polished incisors
and slightly tinted lips
ruddied by apronsongs
the more to whisper kindness
to ears that come for comfort
where words can scarce find footing
they trickle only in the dead of night
cutting across the quiet mischief
of thorns that pierce her heart
in unsuspecting daylight...
#love
#children
#motherhood #LifeStruggles
#motherhood #LifeStruggles
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a new refrain
were there a way
to unpluck that rose
to unbreak that promise
to retract that word
that arrowed from my quiver
and bruised
your gentle spirit
were there a way
to turn back time
and fix the breaches
i’ve left behind
and go back and listen
to the words you tried
to tell me yesterday
were there a way
to hug the nighttime sky
and dream a little dream
under the moon
of waking to a better day
when circumstance were
less irrational
were there a way
to carry back...
to unpluck that rose
to unbreak that promise
to retract that word
that arrowed from my quiver
and bruised
your gentle spirit
were there a way
to turn back time
and fix the breaches
i’ve left behind
and go back and listen
to the words you tried
to tell me yesterday
were there a way
to hug the nighttime sky
and dream a little dream
under the moon
of waking to a better day
when circumstance were
less irrational
were there a way
to carry back...
#love
#regret
#forgiveness #SelfDiscovery
#forgiveness #SelfDiscovery
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5 Comments
metamorphosis
The end is in the beginning.” (T.S. Eliot)
some place to rest my legs
where i can spawn my pregnant eggs
an underleaf will do
where burning sun cannot pierce through
my ovum flush
is marvelous
my motherhood is prime
sleep, little ones
i’ve got to run
my wings are bound by time
five sleeping days is all
that we can spare before the call
for larvae cannot be
confined without catastrophe ...
some place to rest my legs
where i can spawn my pregnant eggs
an underleaf will do
where burning sun cannot pierce through
my ovum flush
is marvelous
my motherhood is prime
sleep, little ones
i’ve got to run
my wings are bound by time
five sleeping days is all
that we can spare before the call
for larvae cannot be
confined without catastrophe ...
#butterfly
#nature
#LifeCycle
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