http://slow.writerscafe.org/Calderon83 The original writings of author Romero Calderon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046058 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 1st draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/1003137/ Beyond theenchanting dream of knowledge and even further passed the nightmare of wisdom; outside the courtyard of the scholars, beyond the plaza of the pleasant corpses, of the waking and the dead, there's is an open field, an everwidening horizon.- a peaceful and serene vale wherein  u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/981211/ His heart was open to every word vanished strangers sang as theypassed... -stubborn singers...and his eyes...in all their radiant sadness confused thesun... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/981205/ It’s 5 am and I’m sitting hereHunched over the keyboardTrying to come upwith the perfectFirst line to begin a s**t poemI’ve had it in my mindTo write all day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980858/ I miss your dearPlain and simpleI love you dearMore and moreEach passing dayAnd all the moreSince you aren't with meMore and more Each passing day...The birds are singingIn the leavesThe birds are singingSince it's springYesThe birds are br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980854/ "Ilove the nightingale in the wild wood" Why are we left here to linger?weare wandering , wasting our time.andwhat can we do?Ourmadness has been directing us to something up there.Doyou know what to do?"Notat all."Weshould hope,weshou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980852/ Inthe rain withmy head in my handsand I weepkneelingbesides a coldstone figureof Mother Marya lamb beside her feetblessedSpringafter a shower of raingardens fragrant withflowers in bloomperfumes thewarm huesand I alonelonely in my sorrowfriend to blessedsoli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980836/ A quick song-Love SpringAnd tender hearts allying [spring breeze a-blowing goesthrough the eaves a-sighing youth]a prideful bud in bloomthat withers all too soon, all too soonblooms bya.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980832/ Whenthe sun comes up todayEverythingwill be new.Andfading with the dreamsAnddamp odors of the barLastnight will be another yesterdayFadingaway.Justone more yesterdayForgottenlike the rest,Thatone yesterdayEasyenough to forget. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980826/ "Gota light?" ( the  foreman asked him)Searcheshis pockets; hands him bookofmatches. " Thanks..." ( poet nods)lightsone up; pulls on cigarette a while."so how do you like it so far?""havin' fun yet?" says, sly smile.Wrinklesalong the dry edges of his bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980822/ " Give up,kiddo, it's all bullshit: Love and Life. Just keep on writing and you'll learnto laugh at the happy people we hate to love all in all. Only the words'llsurvive us all. Survive us all entirely. " http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980821/ Through pure whiteMist overField and lake See from the shore thereA phantom shape of blueSlowly floating out of gray -Canoe Spreading motion of wavesDisturbed by listlessMovement of weightSeemsAs if a dreamHas suddenly aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980812/  God walks in with s**t on his shoes, mixing drinks And spitting gin; singing songs to everyone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980802/ Surroundedby this beautiful day I made my words answer my heart gracefully.As the winddisappeared into the leaves these lines lingered behind a circle of light.Mayits sweetness deceive my dreaming heart, May it remember unseen springs through the darkness of my living, and lean upon it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980798/ and she unwittingly complicates the situation." Ms. Marisol, this is my wife..." Now Katherine" You know we can't be picky"And he..{{aside whispering}}" How long 've you been drinkin' ?"and "Excuse us please.." briskly takes her by the arm" Now kat, you know you c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980796/ Andnow it seems the moonIsa lamp hung in the sky by God,Tolight the darkened rooms of my people,Mypoor and humbled people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980795/ They filled the eyesof the orchardWith salt and sand,  With liquid shapes.Fingers tremble astime assembles fate,  With broken palmsAnd pale blue lips. At dusk a purer rainDripping off theflesh of bricks and stone,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Calderon83/980761/