http://slow.writerscafe.org/ba_mcfarlane The original writings of author ba_mcfarlane en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Big Mike" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1763007/ Lee McFarlane...what a man....today we remember D Day, and the Canadians taking Juno Beach. My father R Lee McFarlane,was not there, he was fighting through Italy to liberate Rome. Brave patriots all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1227702/ The Apocalypse lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1223837/ The end to a love affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1222178/ I spent the day with my sweet grand babies. They are so young, the whole world is new to them, their eyes light up like candles. I love them so. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1186532/ I seem to have morphed into playing music instead of writing as I once easily did. It doesn't matter that writing is now a struggle for me. I have no choice i, I like to play and sing, so all is good. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1142981/ a small pile of words stolen then scattered with no real purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1080262/ Roll It On DownI took this call the other dayA relation I hadn't seenHow long I couldn't say HIV so they drugged him downDeath rode him hard all the wayRoll it on down strangerRoll it on down On downLife never worked for youIn this small townJesus can't make it todayYou go ahead all aloneN.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1048088/ SVRBelle Femme Du NordI've met Une belle femme Du NordSo pretty her eyesSuch wisdom In her smileSo translucent her skinMarieShe was a child in an Acadian townwhere as a childI have beenOn the North ShoreOf New BrunswickWhere my parentsCame fromWhere for centuriesMy family has bee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1043520/ Leonard Cohen's CousinI  wish I wasLeonard Cohen's cousinIn old MontrealHoused adjacent to cobbled roads Laid down by Norman artisansCenturies agoHe could have taught to meMuch moreThan ever elseI would knowI heard that LeonardEven he couldn't take Much moreHe's hiding in retreat&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1041272/ This is as much a monologue about my father, me, and things that shaped the man I became. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1040302/ I Don't WantI don't want to writeAnymoreI can't stop making it aboutMeI can't getOut of myself toPut the narcissisim on the shelfExplore do moreAbout something or somebody elseI don't want to writeAnymoreI have scribed a coupleMaybe threeBest stuff I inked everEvery word in proper placeNothing about.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1029130/ I have a friend, a peaceful soul of gentle heart. She is a child of nature. I'm republishing this for her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1016997/ National SteelI yielded my soulTo a steel blues slide guitarIt plays wild to me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1009772/ cyclothymic chant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1009341/ very strange yet very true. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1008917/ This is pretty much me, straight on, nothing to decipher here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/1003795/ The best part of meIs now Ancient ManGot touches of greyIn my hairStreaks of whiteIn my beardNothing but timeOn my handsAging with graceIn my caseNobody I fearAll debts settledNothing to repayNo guiltTo withstandNot from afarNot from nearIn my salad daysThere was Talk Talk TalkMeant nadaIf You .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/995393/ I'm blocked, dry. I can't write damn thing. So I wrote about that, feeble effort that it may be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/993030/ Samuel, my son. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/983374/ Beer is a Canadian food group http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/981235/ A fun poke at me, single, and the differences between the sexes from an exaggerated male view. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/975708/ If you can't be with the one you love, pretend you love hard and true the one who loves you, it will get better... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/973228/ I talked with my grandbaby today. She said, amidst the gurgling and laughing...."I love you papa." It doesn't get better than that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/971039/ stubborn & mean = lonely http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/970159/ lyrics of a work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/964016/ This poem has been written with smoke & mirrors to protect the Guilty...that would be the subject.As the writer named, I claim all fame and acclaim, whilst avoiding blame and pain from the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/963080/ Robert Lee Burnside shot a man dead for cheating at dice. Rl is the best Delta Bluesman most people never heard of. for me, he's the best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/962303/ He's here againWinterIcing up the parlor windowBlowing cold throughAncient cracksHe frosts my plantsI'm passed depressedCannot gather effortTo move them backPresentlySpring will comeAs she is wont to doAnd Winter he'll departThe eternal cycle thus RestartsYet this timeHe'll hold his groundAnd wait i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/958229/ my favourite write, I managed to avoid myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/957307/ each phrasebroken down each word slowly slylychosen  each built onprevious deviousmendacity of before they all in all mock rationalityendangerhuman sanitysoon suspect scripturespilled onto papyrus to be buried downin places d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/957241/ What some call a curse, others call blessing. Creativity, use it or lose it. I wrote this as a supportive reply to an essay on the much misunderstood world of what I call my alternative mood state. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/955310/ The Usual. Love lost, or worse, unrequited, or not taken note of at all. What the hell else is there for me to write about? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/952779/ I know you abideNot quite yet closeNear lazySummer waves that danceIn heated mistHazyDo you sometimes lookNorthward,Over green waterTo me, to away?Though I couldn't see youI know it appears crazyI felt youI dreamed youI ventured about riskingPutting hearts into playFrom my world To your worldIt was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/952734/ SongbirdA songbird came to me todayShe gentle lit in my handsOutstretchedSweet fragile innocentGod's tender creationNo man can own herSo when she had restedI tossed her to the airSinging merryShe flew away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/951406/ an affair's post mortem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/951149/ Life is a candle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/950183/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ba_mcfarlane/949763/