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.
poet's miracle
a sonnet
"Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading
and writing poetry can heal."—J. Arroyo
if every word were framed by flagrant fire,
perhaps i thus could every heart inspire.
what were the poet's meaning, after all,
if all his rhyme were with scant reason clad?
where were the fragrance, when soft voices call
the bowed down to the balm in gilead?
a song of joy, an aria for peace,
a lyric line to sooth the savage breast;
a lullaby for baby's sweet release,
a chant to calm political unrest;
a...
"Medicines and surgery may cure, but only reading
and writing poetry can heal."—J. Arroyo
if every word were framed by flagrant fire,
perhaps i thus could every heart inspire.
what were the poet's meaning, after all,
if all his rhyme were with scant reason clad?
where were the fragrance, when soft voices call
the bowed down to the balm in gilead?
a song of joy, an aria for peace,
a lyric line to sooth the savage breast;
a lullaby for baby's sweet release,
a chant to calm political unrest;
a...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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paper poems
Take your materials from what is around you—if you see a dandelion,
write about that; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for
poetry are all about you in profusion.” —Masaoka Shiki
i scribble some, unfinished,
ere they should be diminished
before my thoughts can shape them into art;
their stain upon my paper
cannot, like water vapour,
conspire with wayward winds to blank my heart.
i scribble some on handbills,
while walking in the foothills
or climbing mountains for a better view.
vocabulary...
write about that; if it’s misty, write about the mist. The materials for
poetry are all about you in profusion.” —Masaoka Shiki
i scribble some, unfinished,
ere they should be diminished
before my thoughts can shape them into art;
their stain upon my paper
cannot, like water vapour,
conspire with wayward winds to blank my heart.
i scribble some on handbills,
while walking in the foothills
or climbing mountains for a better view.
vocabulary...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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how, now, i’m possible
No. 12 From the Children’s Collection]
“Nothing is impossible; the word itself says ‘I’m possible!’”
―Audrey Hepburn
o’er our blue mountains,
i wish i could fly,
how, now, impossible;
swing on the white clouds
that gently float by,
how, now, impossible. ...
“Nothing is impossible; the word itself says ‘I’m possible!’”
―Audrey Hepburn
o’er our blue mountains,
i wish i could fly,
how, now, impossible;
swing on the white clouds
that gently float by,
how, now, impossible. ...
#CallToAction
#determination
#hope
#SelfDiscovery
#strength
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the thorning of the prickalala tree
They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor
safety.”―Benjamin Franklin
caress my face,
you fragrant morning wind;
let me embrace
your early peace of mind.
night sleep has flown
and left me wide awake,
new dreams to own,
old nightmares to forsake.
quicken my feet
with sparkling pearls of dew;
excite the beat,
as day comes dancing through;
for i must glean
birdsongs and serenades
that swell between
bright...
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor
safety.”―Benjamin Franklin
caress my face,
you fragrant morning wind;
let me embrace
your early peace of mind.
night sleep has flown
and left me wide awake,
new dreams to own,
old nightmares to forsake.
quicken my feet
with sparkling pearls of dew;
excite the beat,
as day comes dancing through;
for i must glean
birdsongs and serenades
that swell between
bright...
#choices
#dawn
#dreams
#freedom
#responsibility
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april songs (Theme 3): Attitudes of Life 10
april song 30—all my life (punto finale)
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
were all my days renumbered as the grains
of sand that on the ocean fringes pine,
i wonder what would be my remnant gains,
ere vibrant youth yields to life’s swift decline.
would all my lyrics wither with the dawn,
to cadence like the sacrificial fawn?
were all my life the lyrics of one poem
—a ballad of engaging latitude—
whose metaphors compelled bright stars to know ’em,
would death accord a lither attitude
to destinies my journey must fulfil
before earth silence...
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#SelfDiscovery
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unrepentant wisdom
a rhymed, mirrored octet with a coda
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
the
poem
unwritten,
battling darkness,
languishing for light,
unrepentant w i s d o m
that could heal a broken world!
let its lyrics fill the pages
of inconsequential sages;
let its eloquence unfold
in the verseless kingdom
of this sultry night.
for the starkness
full smitten,
solemn,
free
the
poem
unwritten.
© Copyright 2024 April 28
by cab♫
#hope
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 9
april song 29—all my love
frivolity doth not attend true love
that hath his own integrity to prove,
though all the world may crumble in the wake
of pledges that his humble soul doth make.
adam knew eve, as romeo juliet,
whose happy sleep was pale death’s sobriquet.
what tho i pledge my body to be burnt,
scant, still, the wisdom all my wits have learnt;
for human sacrifice falls short of breadth,
to substitute for love that knows no depth.
when i surrender all my love to God,
no glory find i in life’s blind façade.
...
frivolity doth not attend true love
that hath his own integrity to prove,
though all the world may crumble in the wake
of pledges that his humble soul doth make.
adam knew eve, as romeo juliet,
whose happy sleep was pale death’s sobriquet.
what tho i pledge my body to be burnt,
scant, still, the wisdom all my wits have learnt;
for human sacrifice falls short of breadth,
to substitute for love that knows no depth.
when i surrender all my love to God,
no glory find i in life’s blind façade.
...
#inspirational
#LifeGoals
#NaPoWriMo2024 #relationships
#NaPoWriMo2024 #relationships
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 8
april song 28—all my dreams
nightmares have spun my head a thousand years
across the violent slam of wild frontiers.
embattled though i reel from cloven hooves,
their effrontery my animateness proves;
for now i rule the saddle and the reins
that formerly have multiplied my pains.
now mollycoddled by a new life lease,
i pray that all my dreams shall find increase
as royal stallions buckle to my cause,
where old equestrian dreaming was faux pas.
i gallop with the wind beneath my wings,
my destination all...
nightmares have spun my head a thousand years
across the violent slam of wild frontiers.
embattled though i reel from cloven hooves,
their effrontery my animateness proves;
for now i rule the saddle and the reins
that formerly have multiplied my pains.
now mollycoddled by a new life lease,
i pray that all my dreams shall find increase
as royal stallions buckle to my cause,
where old equestrian dreaming was faux pas.
i gallop with the wind beneath my wings,
my destination all...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2024 #TruthOfLife
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 7
april song 27—all my friends
the company i keep close to my breast
may hang about my neck—a human noose
that prematurely speeds my earthly rest,
unless, discretely, i should learn to choose
who occupies peripheral back seat
or dwells within my innermost retreat.
not all my friends may all my secrets share,
though many may pretend to wish me well.
too oft a circle morphs into a square,
exploding like a virtual bombshell.
may all my true friends glory in the thought
that i will love them, always, as i ought.
©...
the company i keep close to my breast
may hang about my neck—a human noose
that prematurely speeds my earthly rest,
unless, discretely, i should learn to choose
who occupies peripheral back seat
or dwells within my innermost retreat.
not all my friends may all my secrets share,
though many may pretend to wish me well.
too oft a circle morphs into a square,
exploding like a virtual bombshell.
may all my true friends glory in the thought
that i will love them, always, as i ought.
©...
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 6
april song 26—all my wealth
the crumbs of earth shall scatter at my feet,
should i ignore one who has nought to eat.
king lazarus shall walk on dives’ head,
if penury should leave the poor man dead.
for all my wealth is worth no more than trash,
though i may think it gives me great panache.
what is a life lived for myself alone,
while yet i leave the other man undone?
should he go naked, while i drape my robes
about me, blinding out the eye that probes?
for soon enough those very fingertips
may have to whet these parched...
the crumbs of earth shall scatter at my feet,
should i ignore one who has nought to eat.
king lazarus shall walk on dives’ head,
if penury should leave the poor man dead.
for all my wealth is worth no more than trash,
though i may think it gives me great panache.
what is a life lived for myself alone,
while yet i leave the other man undone?
should he go naked, while i drape my robes
about me, blinding out the eye that probes?
for soon enough those very fingertips
may have to whet these parched...
#inequality
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 5
april song 25—all my pain
now let my heart rejoice in all its gain,
tho frequently life’s passions bring me pain
that in my helplessness i cannot mend.
tho stoutly i with confidence contend
with chains and shackles harnessing my will,
i shall triumphantly ascend my hill.
what though i be a diamond in the rough
epiphany shall greet me soon enough,
for all my pain shall wither at the source
when i am numbered with the great concourse.
my tears shall rivulet into a song
of joy to anthem me my whole life long.
©...
now let my heart rejoice in all its gain,
tho frequently life’s passions bring me pain
that in my helplessness i cannot mend.
tho stoutly i with confidence contend
with chains and shackles harnessing my will,
i shall triumphantly ascend my hill.
what though i be a diamond in the rough
epiphany shall greet me soon enough,
for all my pain shall wither at the source
when i am numbered with the great concourse.
my tears shall rivulet into a song
of joy to anthem me my whole life long.
©...
#anxiety
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#suffering
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 4
april song 24—all my ambitions
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
you would think not that fire born in my blood
gives me wise counsel over ill and good;
the choices that i make are sacrosanct
though, as a dreamer, i am humbly ranked.
all my ambitions ache to reach their goals,
though i must navigate fate’s deep potholes.
nor do i wish, nor do i merely hope;
for noble ends are not for those who grope,
but those who put the shoulder to the wheel,
to challenge failure for the golden seal.
i seek not praise for merely coexisting
with life’s ambiguous...
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2024 #SelfDiscovery
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