http://slow.writerscafe.org/Caleb The original writings of author Caleb en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033882 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   A slave to time, you and I.A slave to time, indeed.A slave to all the ticking gearsthat pry, in full, our needs.  When do we fight the hands of time?When is there freedom from their grasp?When will all the time of present mingle with the past? &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/353164/ [b]TwoWhat hope have we in this growing place,More than that of a lonely one?More than just a starving face?A number of our reeking race?A victim of inequity until our days are done.What stands out deep within our heartsThat makes us just a lonely one?And now, I must set out to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/353160/ A cycled curse of chilling spite.A wretch'd spell across the land.A blanket of immortal ice.A woeful dust of sparkling sand. When will this dust dissipate?When will its gleam tarnish onward?When will the dust decide to partand slowly start to saunter? My prayers scream .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/348958/ Welcome back, you old, grumpy menace,I suppose you’re here to do your deed.But here I warn you, I fight with vengeanceagainst your dastardly service; your sandbagger’s creed! Why do you haunt me, you poisonous sleep?Why can’t I have consciousness I constantly kee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/334246/ There was once a time, my boys, when your strings were good and brown,And at that time, I always had a smile when I looked down.   Your bases were always sturdy and your soles held not a squeak,And never did I ever have a pain upon my feet.  And ah, my boys, bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/332146/ Mr. Van Gogh, did you smilewhile you painted seas of shadowy blue?Were you laughing all the whilewhile the strokes were stroking fro and to? Mr. Van Gogh, my dear good fellow,did, perhaps, you sigh at the sightof that crescent moon that you painted yellowshining ever so bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/319977/  ‘Twas the middle of an icy night, and the wind was cutting fast,and there he stood, cold and shaking, sipping on his flask.And then he came across some smoke with embers burning bright.“Who could it be?”, he said aloud, and gazed into the night. He looked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/307673/ With beautiful eyes of snowy white,And hands solid like rock and clay.He began to create the deepest night,And then came soon a beautiful day. He waved his arms back and forth,And out sprung stars big and small.With hands slightly tilted towards the North,He began to spin a go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/304758/   With the old, fuzzy bristles of his goatee pressed softly against the cold metal of the weathered harmonica, the old man prepared to play a song. He gripped each end of the instrument with hands that smelled of freshly rolled tobacco and the staleness of the morning news. He then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/296878/    Tick, Tock. Grandfather, both tall and strongticked his tune to his dusty song. He remembered the days of long ago,the days when mice tails brushed his base.And truly, his age was starting to showby the slowing arms that circled his face. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/292488/ If it be said that you should popinto nothing at all, the vastness of air,then maybe I too, should also stopthis supposition of life - this cavern of care. And then, I hope, as we seep into nothing,that we will be sealed in a sturdy abode.Perhaps a balloon, or a bag, or som.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/291468/ His palms were salty and his eyes was curiousAs he strained his eyes to observe the sky.For it was the wonder that made him furious,Forever and ever, the question - “Why?” This sparkling abyss of gases and lightCaused havoc in his world of all-knowing fashion.And he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/291463/   The creaking of wood was the split in the silence,And then the vastness of all vision was then observed.His eyes were loud and quite defiant,And then came the booming, questioning words. “Oh, mighty stars in your black velvet keep,Will you give me a secret that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Caleb/291430/