http://slow.writerscafe.org/PattySuzanne The original writings of author Chloe..Across the Universe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775947473 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The  apple tree is rotten said the Red Queen to the Black Knight Oh no, it is only bleeding so said the Black Knight a band-aid will set it right Said the Red Queen, It is rotten and shall no longer bear fruit A band-aid is of no use all the court jesters, magicians cannot come together, there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/1258812/ we were one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/1235937/ Picture This http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/1048410/ I hit the ground running Feet flat on the clouds As fast as MercuryWith broken wings Light as an elephant Heavy as a feather Where's the ouija board Deja vu Deja vu Day- light view Not needed whispered Purple dragonfly dressed in rags Not needed butterflyDressed in silk hummed Cloud-light shining br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/952986/ It is only till Friday I sayCount the days 1-2-3-4-5-His voice like an angel Don't cry, I say I will call every dayIt hurts to speak My trembling voiceRing, ring, ringHello, yes, he is readyWill be there shortlyHis smug voiceDaddy's on his way His eyes look into mineI see the tearsHis sea- blue eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/944586/ You speak of Eve -Eve ate the forbidden fruitEve. Eve, EveAlways -Eve , EveI was written out ,Forgotten,. cast asideFrom that Gardenof Eden I will tell you a secret hiddenI ate that pomegranateEach tiny seed I ateWith relish , lust, gleeI talked to the old serpent As he basked in the tree He spoke t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/941799/ Been gone awhile , no words .. just a beautiful song .. hope someone enjoys this as much as i do .. what a beautiful voice ... crystal emotions .. and don't we all have one ghost from the past that passes through us from time to time? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/840142/ My friends I am so sorry for not coming to say hello and read your words which always amaze me ... each of you have such talent.July was another bad month ... My cousin died , then on top of this , as if my aunt did  not have enough to bear having lost two children before the third, her husband.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/791342/ I have an arrow in my heartit is pierced without jewelery Cupid put it thereI asked, Cupid why did you shootthis arrow into me, my heart he said , it is your totemBut a totem comes from the Native Americans we stolethis country from Oh, but you are wrong partially - you seewe are all the same The sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/736084/ When I was a little girl I wanted to be a woman -Lipstick, high-heels , black nylons for meWhen I was a little girl I wanted to be a VetSick puppies and kitty cats I would healWhen I was a little girlI wanted to be a motherMy baby doll I did care for, love wellWhen I was a teenager I wanted to be a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/735895/ Come to me baby down on your kneesoh baby I love it when you crawlCrawl to me oh, baby , baby Watch me as I swayjust for you baby , only you dripping honey you make me Wanna go down , oh baby just can't leave you now Watch me as I sway oh baby we got all daymake me wanna stay Honey , sweet no way am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/735435/ Writers, readers, reviewers one in all , all in one , please- lend me your ears.I come not to bury your writing but to praise it -maybe  leave a suggestion if needed.--Young, old, new, or seasoned members of this cyber establishment Listen -Perhaps you are one of the writers I call elitists - t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/735248/ I am writing this in long hand - I want it to be definite to all it is written by Me ..........Me , your better half /all I can say is , why whywhyand with her we always say that do we not - and with her or and with him as if who it was with makes it less more , different ..for years we shared .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/734175/ I packed our belongings,looked around - could be the last time I see this town - I hope beyond hope it does not drown Like Atlantis of old this town may beburied beneath the  Missip's muddy seabecause you see we are sacrificial lambsnow look closely I tell the kids - no tearsInstead of tears - .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/730872/ Crystal brook, notebooksound so easy what shall I write about LifeLove DeathState of worldly affairs Or you...I remember the day a memory branded in and on myheart And it was Summer time a time to sing Summer songsSunshine - bright- golden embersfilled our eyes..love was what we were I babbled like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/729856/ Such an awful color, that door3-D as if it could swallow 41- benign number in gold 4+1=5FiveFive days in number 41 that hideous blue in 3-Dtied in a chair monster held me CaptiveFive days in 4+1=5 gagged, bound ,torturedwater so hot as it coursed running in fiery rivuletsBurningFive days in #41not m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/727574/ God Bless the child with the dirty face who cuts her luck with a dirty ace... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/726912/ She's a little bit olderA lot wiserStill the boys whistleWhen she sashays by He's a little bit youngerA  bit naive She captivates When she smilesHe sing's "Maggie May"When they wake She smiles through tearsA Winter-Spring relationshipCan never lastShe will get old He will get wiseShe sings "Tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/721591/ Collaboration with Rossen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/716281/ She walks slowlyEyes downcastFace covered -long Dark hairBlack hoodieShe pretends not to hearLook at her - what a fat assLaughter so cruelWonder who she will go To prom with- the Goodyear BlimpShe walks with tears streamingAll her life she has beenOutcast Too fat for gymToo fat for himToo fat for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/713082/ Would you dream a dream with meClose your eyes - and we areDancing together beneath silver starsThe music slow , sweet and dreamyOur bodies fit like black glovesOn a movie starletWe sing our own song The music is inside us now Beautiful , like your eyesYour lips drip honey Like a bee I have to taste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/711630/ she sits on a ledge in the raindangling her feet on a mondayshe sings a song no one can hear but hershe used to be a singertill an evil man in blacktook her melodyshe holds a book -a pen writing a love letter to someone she does not knowthe rain blurs the blue ink it looks like a painting of the mel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/706624/ Much to my chagrinAnd I say this with A shy grin...I have not written my master piece Yet!No, the Master peace is not yet attained Much to my dismayEven though I would neverDis May my writing is Stifled (but not stiff)Smothered (without gravy) Sad to say this MondayCan't tru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/700392/ Not exactly a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/700066/ I press my lips against your tiny headI hold you close to my breast-mother's milk You smell like Heaven How did I have such a beautiful child?Depending on me and only me You can always depend on me Mommy loves you so I will keep you safe and warmShowering you with all the lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/698856/ Locked in a boxNo way outStruggleScratch ClawNails breakingFingers bleeding Head throbbingMind ScreamingHeart poundingMouth dryLungs burstingGasping - airLooking - lightScraping DiggingScreaming Dying insideAfraid outsideLocked In-a-box -JackWind me up Faster pleaseWhere is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/697143/ In memory of all who lost their lives a year ago in a horror called a tsunami in Japan ... Please don't forget... still much healing needed there. Thank you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/693961/ Should  I kiss your lipsJust the corner of your mouthWhere the honey drips - I wonder if  I would speak your languageYour eyes soft and warm Just a tiny glint of devilishnessIf I could kiss your eyelidsSoftly so softly Could I see what you see Should I be able to nibble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/690846/ Mumbo - Jumbo voodoo chileBorn on  the bayou in the month of June'Neath a blood-red moonMama didn't make it- midwife say,She couldn't believe you didn't follow tooThe Village took you in tho they were notVery kind you were used and abused by the Age of nine you took in grace you took itIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/690544/ a short- short http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/688247/ Purple, I love your majestic hues the sunrisesunsetElizabeth Taylor'seyes and thosebruises- onlySmall bruisesyou left upon my shell of a bodymy joke of a mindMy heart whenbeating withyoursClose your eyes let me kiss your lidsof purpleTo sleepdreamless, blissfulanestheti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/687109/ Deep within the nightIn the quiet of slumberI sense youA misty presence It fills me with wonderThrough the silken curtains  of my hair Around the distance of our voicesOur lips touch- drinking in unspent passionPulling sweet awareness from our souls Essence unclearHands warm,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/685625/ She reads..eyes see Mind wanders to Places never seenAcross the UniverseShe feels sunlight upon her Warming her soul Smiles as a snowflake Kisses her cheek, a raindrop- cleansingShe dances 'round a fireEmbers glow bright Golden orange- glowMaking her heart singWatching in awe she seesA baby take it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/682141/ Many times I wanted to give up Slit my wrist Bleed out the painDrift into the white lightThere were times when I cursed God Asking, 'why , why, wasn't I good What did I do to deserve this Times when I cried so long  So hard that my tear ducts becameDry ,Sahara until &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/680945/ Who needs gifts when you can have a kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/678798/ Desperate times call for desperate measures... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/677467/ How shall I go about this I could- yesala Marilyn Monroe a fifth of vodka a handful of nebutal- nude on satin Headlines -found in the nudeA gun to the templepull the triggerblood splattersbrain matterWould anyone try to find the pieces Jackie tried but Jack could not be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/674574/ An ongoing story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/673100/ Got a big ole plastic cross hangin'  round my neckgot a little brown  bag with all my stuff ,  ain't much it's just what's left of my lifewalkin' these streets so long I'm feelin' like a bum life can sometimes be roughthe streets well,they sure can be unkindPaper sayin' there's  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/671251/ What is that lying on your plateThat bloody pulsing thing-Oh, that's my heartTell me, how do you like it?You may need to add salt It is bland I am sureWhat do you taste, tell me-Can you taste the sadnessThe heartache, lonelinessI mean it is apparentSee- you put it all there- youI gave you my heart a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/670133/ I now know why I have not been kissed properly as of late. I was in what I call a 'dry spell', no one seemed to want me or my lips. Then one night... I was watching television, a marvelous invention that has such valuable information on anything as you know and so reliable. I mean, one has no qualms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/669489/ Thanksgiving come and goneno one else seemed to notice the empty chairshe was tempted to put a place setting there but she didn'tAnd when she felt the tears wellingwithin her weary blue eyes she bit her tongueGifts bought, wrapped placed beneath the treethose Christmas lights seemed to mock herthose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/656763/ I wish you all a Merry Christmas! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/653341/ Nine years ago America awoke to another routine day. People wiped the  sleep from their eyes, got their coffees perhaps a cigarette, a bowl of Cheerios and other  breakfast foods. Some may have hurried from their houses without eating at all... some maybe had nothing to eat... All had one .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/603316/ 'picture this ' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/579155/ From an image born http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/575525/ I never trusted these monstersAll they do is takeNever do they give backSince time began so it has beenI never trusted these monstersThey are killing us My friend the PelicanHis wings will not workMy friend the SwordfishShe was gulping for air Last I saw herNow I cannot find herAnywhereI never trust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/573545/ cliche all day but what the hey! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/571875/ from an image born http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/571844/ What used to be a house of cardsHas turned into a reservoirSave the tears that were waterfallingLet's go swim tonight, darlingAnd once outside the undertowJust you and me, and nothing moreIf not for love, I would be drowningI've seen it work both waysBut I am up riding high a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PattySuzanne/571110/