http://slow.writerscafe.org/JDoetsch The original writings of author Joel A Doetsch en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776198726 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your smile made my heart meltIt was rather inconsiderateFor you knew just how I feltNow you've made a mess of itYour laugh made my tongue tie upIt was awfully rudeI have all these things to say, my loveand there's nothing I can doYour beauty made my eyes light upIt is so horribly unfairI see the won.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204838/ Moments of Clarity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204833/ Wise words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204832/ When a butterfly flaps its wings in China... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204831/ When the rhythm is right, this one flows http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204829/ Thoughts on playing it safe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204826/ Absurdity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204819/ One of my sports video games had a computer player named "Chicago Robinson". He didn't seem like a football player, seemed more like a musician...hence this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204818/ Just creative writing, nothing more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204817/ Just random musings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204814/ Can't we all just get along..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204811/ Born from the idea of snoring in Latin. Because I'm weird. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204809/ Let's not be too literal, here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204808/ Sometimes, all you can do is hope you've made an impression on someone's life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204804/ About that certain type of girl that just toys with men. Probably. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204802/ I started writing this, and it just kept going. It's way too long and probably could stand some revisioning, but whatever. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204800/ Dancing Queen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204799/ I'm sitting here in this cold steel chairI'm sitting here in this dim and dank roomMy hands are tied behind my back        with barbed wire.You're standing over me with a rusted scalpelYou've cut open my chestYou are examining its contentsYou make an incision .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204797/ anatomy of a kiss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204795/ I wonder what I would have wrote myself when I was a kid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204794/ A poet's take on lack of sobriety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1204793/ I decided a relationship was like dancing, and went with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201464/ Look!See the multitude of orbsof varying              sizes                   shapes         &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201458/ What if Cupid was an alcoholic? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201457/ Perhaps a bit of a bitter take on Valentine's Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201455/ You know...Here's the thing.I always felt that I hada good head on my shouldersright up until the point that I met you.You took it off my body and you drop kicked it into space where it's now floating somewhere justoutside of Jupiter's grasp.  The rest of me remains boundto the gravit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201453/ He owns books on many subjectsleather bound, with concepts complexon which he ponders and reflects.He has it all, in some respects.He could lecture you on quantum physics,English writing and economicsHe's renowned in academicsThough many find him quite eccentricHe explored the world only to findThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201452/ Another retelling of a childhood favorite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201451/ A new take on an old classic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201450/ Your once silky voicehas turned to gravelto my ears.  Yourwords are sandpaperto my self esteemYour personality hasbeen eroded by bitterness.  Itsweeps awayall that made youinteresting, a ragingriver of disappointmentYour skin is crackingto the point whereI fear that any part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201449/ What's really on our minds? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201447/ What happens when a cold February day and a hopelessly romantic writer cross paths... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201446/ Tried to take a simple concept and write it in two contrasting styles to see if I could pull it off http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201445/ I think...that love is an impromptu pillow fight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201443/ I think I was trying to describe the typical socialite judgemental women that I had been meeting at the time. I may have been slightly bitter. Oh well, we learn from our mistakes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201441/ My first attempt at a Pantoum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201437/ Not based on a true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201436/ Just having a little fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201434/ f you touch the hot stove.....you will be burnedIf you drink the poison...you will get sickIf the candle dies, you will be alone in the darkIf you jump...you will falldon't jumpIf you pull the trigger...someone will get hurtIf you break the glass you will bleedIf you stand in the storm, you will blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201432/ Bro  ken  Po     emsa re of  ten  dif   fi cultto  co   mpr e h en  dB    ut .. ... .... .. .So ar e b  ro  k  enh  e  ar&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201431/ There's a ninja standing behind you right now. You better leave me a good review... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201429/ You will read this poem aloud in your headYou'll read this line in an Australian accentYou will read this line in a British accentThis line here, you'll read in a cockney accentIn Russian accent, you will read this line...with vodkaThis line will be read in your best friend's voiceYou will read this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201427/ I've always had this empty feelingin my heart.I've tried many times over the yearsto satisfy itFirst I became a teacher.What better way to fill my voidthan by educating the leaders of tomorrow?I taught them.  I filled their headswith knowledge.  Every child thatentered my cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201426/                                                   I conjure forth a booming and terrifying                        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201420/ He was definitely dead.  That much could be gathered.  He was standing overhis own body, sixty feet away from the car.  fifty-nine feet away from  thetelephone pole.  The pool of blood on the blacktop was&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201409/ Mary, Mary...Extraordinarylook at your passion flowWith sultry stares, your lust is baredwho am I to say no? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201408/ There are voices I hearthat are unusually clear, it's quite an awful racketWhat do you mean? I hear nothingYou don't?  I hear somethingMe? I can hear only quackingThey argue and bickerI swear I get sicker each and every dayI think you're crazy, my sonHe's fine, Obi WanGuys?  Thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201398/ Some bridges we're burning in passionate blazesSome bridges are collapsing in various stagesStill more fall to causes unknown to the agesThey can be rebuilt with patience and timeI'll span that gap, if you'd just throw me a line http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201396/ Your whisper traceslines through the airplaying games with my earswithout a careIt enters my headand tickles my brainit's softit's sweetit's soothing as rainIt surrounds my heartlike a blanket of peaceI'm filled with the warmthof passion's releaseIf your whisper alonecan affect me this muchI can onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201395/ I once knew a guy who walked a thousand mileswith no shoes on his feet     to prove his loveWhen he got there, she turned him downshe had found someone elsewhile she was waiting for himI once knew a guy who climbed the tallest mountainwith naught but his hands and his own strengt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JDoetsch/1201393/