http://slow.writerscafe.org/lloyd_wolf_92 The original writings of author Lloyd B. Wolf en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776094694 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My heart is cold, so I buy some warm drink hoping it will help. It doesn't as I sit here; lonesome soul in this bustling cafe'. I watch as bright souls around me bounce against each other.Happiness,sadness,some lonesome just like me.They spark and sputter, and some burn out. But some burn ever highe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1045232/ I've heard it said a thousand times       Come on in the waters fine!Today it seems perfect to me     Here on the shorelineSo I walk in       And never return http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1045230/ Loneliness,acidic bile,red,violets in spring.Orange,anger,chocalate cake,summers breeze.Lovers kiss,blue,happiness,leaves in fall.Despair,hot coffee,black,snow in winter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1045216/ Raindrops.Drip,drip,drip.So like teardrops,from heavens eye.Fall onto my forehead.I don't know why.I look at the sky.It's just like Raindrops.They don't know why.They Fall to the ground.As I look at the sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1045215/ Alabaster stones we've carved your names into.Sacred ground blessed and green we have chosen for you.Your name now grace this hall, like so many come before you.We place this flag here to mark your great achievements.Blue for all your virtue,Red the blood you shed,White for where you'll go too.Honor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1045212/ Not sure if I'm finished with this yet? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041592/ Not sure I'm finished with this one yet...I'm putting it under the limerick category,but I'm not sure as of yet it actually fits that standard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041588/ A limerick about a little girl who likes to play in the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041584/ Funny limerick about fish'n'chips and an British ship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041576/ The path that a man must take in life is never set in stone.His choices are his and his alone.And so each day greets another change.For no mans path is set in stone.The tools he has been provided,by his Lord thy God above.But which and when, and where he uses them is his choice and his alone.For no .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041560/    The raging winds that whip and wail,The incessant beating of the hail.   No man was made to withstand the galesOf the Tempest storm; Female.   Upon his back he would take nine,For chance to hear her thunders grace.   And the lightning upon her faceOh the Te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041557/ alone upon a hilltop.alone with ones own thoughts.alone upon a ball of dirt.alone with ones own soul.alone within the universe.alone with ones own judgement.alone eternally more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041441/ Misty Glen I dream of theeNow, my darkest hourSoftest grass of emerald greensGolden sunlight fills thy fieldsStretching on foreverThere she waits upon thy hillBeneath your willow treeDeath undone I return to youMy love; In now, my darkest hour http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lloyd_wolf_92/1041438/