"bowen" poems
Annapolis (DDH 265)
decommissioned warcraft
clean severed lines
steam gusts belt
from a cavernous shell
the ghost ship settles
on a drift ridge
perfect tide rhythm
on a salt washed shore
calming nuance
in passive time
*weaving through
channels and crest waves*
white sands warming
at a high point
beyond the breakers
and porteau pins
gazers and dreamers
(and sleepy fiords)
rest softly up the straight
froth folds skim and linger
on the wide eyed
wanderers of the sound
cove seals settle
at the inlet
their symphonies
backing on the
bowen brigade
ripples and
patch makers
hold sheets to the wind
markgraf lines
find electric blue sky
stealth shadows
haunt the seascape
the dragon fly hovers
in fits and starts
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Bowen ounce and Owen bounce
fell off a speeding train,
both were rather fortunate,
Owen bounce,who weighed an ou ce,
Was cushioned by soft shrubbery,
Bowen ounce just bounced and bounced,
for he was round and rubbery.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
"Good evening lad", jeered the bear,
"What brought you to my chair?",
"To unwind from my fatigues", Kronos replied,
"Care to sacrifice some of your time?"
"You may call me Kronos, wandering spare",
"Names Bowen, Bowen the bear",
"Stories of my travels would you hear?",
"Sure, whatever, I'm all ears."
Kronos and Bowen chattered through the night,
Tales of Kronos' flights and Bowen's fights,
Both shook, brass and paw,
Agreed to meet on the next dawn.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
why,
why must my mind float,
float so far in to the ocean,
on a boat,
a boat made of strong roach,
growing thoughts
in me brain compartment
that have no rational
like the socks department
of Walmart next to the Starbucks
on exit 15 on the i95
looking back on the poem
that i wrote as high as Ben Bowen
i feel a sensation
that me reputation
is less than Croatian asians
i must say
i would appolagise
all day
if i had the chance
i love you
my followers
live my dream
love
***
of
i
.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Rays of light as the sun shines,
Kronos, long since awake for a glass of wine,
Knocks on the door echoes through the wood,
And there Bowen the bear stood.
"Good morning", Kronos cheered,
"To the forest!", Bowen endeared,
"What are we gonna do if I may ask?"
"To look for treasure will be our task!"
'This is my chance to seek Earth's treasure', Kronos thought,
Together they enter the forest without fraught,
The forest glow in vibrant green,
But not until they met an odd machine.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
Peter
Loved his wife of 14 years
He put her through school then
She left him broken hearted in tears
His life would never be the same
He started his downhill spiral of shame
Besieged with self doubt and blame
He turned to drugs to hide his pain
Christmas 2002
Peter came to my home spending his last dime
I did not know I would be seeing him for the last time
we laughed and drank a few beers how does that song go?
"still crazy after all these years"
I was in tears my marriage was dead
I told Peter of my escalating fights,
Every detail of the devastating words said
My marriage was on its last thread
Peter made me promise
Not to leave my husband having hope for my better life
He told me living was not worth it without his wife
I promise to give my marriage one more try
As we hug and said goodbye
A pain in my heart, a tear in my eye
Peters flew home December 29, 2002
for our (oldest brother's) Birthday
My three brothers we're going to play
Peter had four motorcycles and was giving one away
If they each had a bike they would have more fun
To take long bike rides in the sun
The video camera rolling my brothers wife asks;
Aren't you afraid that you're going to die?
NO said Peter and here's why
" if I die riding my bike don't be Sad , be glad ,
I wouldn't died doing something I loved"
(An hour later God had taken him to heaven above )
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
like water against the stone
who’ll hold me up
when I can’t sustain u any longer?
i’m a constant rock
who’s been buffeted for so long
by the forces that sap my strength
and wear away that tough veneer
like water against a stone
this stone
is not so far
from becoming sand
sand the wind picks up and blows
to another land
who’ll be strong for the rock?
who will uphold the stone
when the stone is no longer the dependable one?
and yet…
someway
somehow
the heart of the rock remains
it remains to be strong another day
just not today
written by Bryan T. Bowen
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
being differentiated
is so painful and lonely
i wish you knew what it
was like to be stuck on
an island with someone
who doesn’t want to leave
maybe in another life
i would have loved small
talk and searching for coconuts
with you
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 10:48 PM UTC
Brothers and Sisters are we
standing proud of our heritage tree
Deep rooted values are held so dear
Our family bond that kept us near
One by one we married or moved away
Yet still remain close to this very day
we have all grown in our love
Our Parents and Peter keep watch from up above
As we start to reach old age
will look back on life and love as our gauge
Smile knowing for better or worse
A Bowen giving up, now that would be a first
Sitting back in our rocking chair
Jessie and I will both be there
Life passes by in the blink od an eye
Proud to be a Bowen until the day we die
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC