http://slow.writerscafe.org/Shirl The original writings of author SJ Roebling en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065974 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wrote this in 2009 for a grieving world, as a tribute to one of the most ingenious artists to have ever lived. With the greatest love and respect, SJ Roebling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2869769/ Yet another Korean pop idol who also recently struck out on his own. Amazing work. I love to be inspired and these artists do it! Check out his album, "Golden" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2869762/ I became friends with Travis back in 2007, prior to his movie career moving into full swing. He was without a doubt, one of the most kind, considerate, and respectful men ever! A complete natural. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2864646/ Henry Mancini's grandson, Luca, is a beautiful and talented soul. There is nothing he cannot do. Smart as a whip! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2864641/ Came across an incredibly talented KPop artist. Haven't seen talent like this in a long time. He is the whole package, enough to inspire me to write a poem for him! Check out his album, Face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2864307/ Just finished my first novel and would be honored it you checked it out! https://www.amazon.com/Mccade-Sj-Roebling/dp/166324670X http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/2852415/ In loving memory of George Michael. A voice from the heavens. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/1996917/ Lyrics written with son, Nicholas Petrandis for recording purposes. Music/composition by Nicholas Petrandis. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/508029/ Lyrics writing with son, Nicholas Petrandis, for his recording purposes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/508024/  Words… What lies between, bears the truth. The words that are never spoken.The promises made that are broken.Certainty- but an illusion. As is love.Truly unseen, but for what the heart beholds,And to what life dares unfold.Voiceless grievances ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/444258/ MalevolanceA heartfelt smileLost in a frownUnbending dominanceMy freewill bound.Foreboding thoughtsI kept at bayAnd stood your needTo have your way.You dare not faceThe thorny truthRealityLife’s’ sweet vermouth.You would n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/444254/ Here is another set of lyrics I am working on. Again, I welcome your critique/suggestions, if you have any. Ultimately, the artist will change what he needs to. My best, SJ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/317984/ Emotional suicide  a poem by SJ Sinister Bleeding thoughts seep from my soulThe binding has come loose.Like pages of an ancient book,A slipping from the noose. No more, I'm sure, of anything, Not even what I see.        &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/317204/ When a relationship is over and you stay in it for all the wrong reasons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/289902/ A dying man meets the Reaper... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/289325/ In memory of all the great writers.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/288606/ Memories of childhood nights... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/276717/ Another view of the corporate ladder of so called success... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/275269/ Sight UnseenIn dark, wide-eyed, she blinks and stares.She feels the sun upon her bare.They tell her of such things as sight, Of color, depth, contrast and height. But all she knows is what she feels, And tastes and smells-- her senses reel.With fingers that are like ten eyes, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/222769/ I wrote this poem for a dear friend of mine after he lost his beloved Nana. I was even more moved when I learned he read it aloud at her Eulogy.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/222759/ A Father and his Son He stands aside and watches,Amazed at what he sees.A tiny image of himself,The offspring of his seed. Before he knows, a year has passed,His child is now afoot.Testing, tasting, exploring,The how, when, where and what. His little one is gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/222749/ ~Schizophrenic~ Tethered dreams,And silent screams,I cling to my misgivings.A single thread,Yet binds me,To reality. Voices beckon,From dark crags,I flee from myself,Yet I leaveMy soulBehind. Shades of gray,Muddled memories,Tap at my head.Ratt, ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/222002/ Yes, I am a wildlife enthusiast and a tree hugger.... and proud of it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221998/ In memory of lives lost on 9-11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221994/ Written in 2007, updated in 2023. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221992/ Homeless old woman  Tattered and torn,Weathered and worn.She lives in the street,No shoes on her feet. They call her “Old Hag”,Her clothes, but a rag.Children throw stones,Never leave her alone. But somehow she thrives,Lest her will to surv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221985/ Addressing the Cause…A Poem by SJ Sinister We cringe,We cry,We sigh in dismay.At all of the problems in the world today. We suggest,We express,We back causes and pleas.But these problems keep growing despite all our deeds. Could it be,That maybe,We.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221978/ For Nick Black... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221975/ I wrote this poem for a young, male friend of mine who is battling Leukemia. He is a tireless and loving soul! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221972/ "Why Do I Have to Make My Bed"Why do I have to make my bed?Is it because that someone said?Who is this soul, I'd love to know,For to their house I’d like to go.To see just how they make their bed,Or if by someone in their stead.I wonder if their sheets are tight,Without a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221964/ Echoes of what was once before….. A room that was once so full of life,Now seems cold and empty, like a harsh winter’s night.Faint sounds of laughter and warm, loving times,Are all that remain but in my mind. It was my choice, and I know it well,To damn myself .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/221960/ Our backs against the wall,Forever, so it seems. It’s always been this way.We wish it were a dream. Branded from the start,Labeled child delinquents.Viewed as all the same,Regardless of our descents. We each have our own story,Of our lives and history.But no-o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/212152/ "Lie still now, soldier", the Union General said,As he knelt down beside the boy’s bloody, wounded head.The dying young lad, no more than fifteen, if a day,Wore the blight of cannon, and being in its way. The General swallowed hard, to fight back the pressingtears, Before he gazed upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shirl/212146/