http://slow.writerscafe.org/pycpoet The original writings of author Pycpoet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776215966 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ..are you sitting down to read this? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227579/  Hope Is it a word too late?A word that is a step before and endTo give a false hope or to save intimacy between friendsThe single word a doctor says for months of a loved ones life being insecureHope is to give faith to the faithless Damn that word when you can&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227576/ For my sons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227573/ It is that familiar tasteA remembered satiating flavorFrom its beginning on the tip of my tongueReaching the depth of my mouthTo consume its flesh..its warmthCreating its own fire within meIn minutes I have completely devoured youIts purpose is only pleasureYet it has not a heart of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227570/ This is a few lines from a longer poem that I wrote. For some reason I felt strongly about these few lines. I am letting them stand alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227456/ The Ocean  The OceanWhere lonely soulsAnd torn hearts crying goTo have the sandTickle their toesTo make you laughAnd then to be washed of any fearsBy wave after wave of hope Gary A. Glasser http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227453/ Of me You are not of wineBut are of spiritYou are not of foodBut nor do you hungerYou are filled of soulBut you will not perishFor I have given you my heart, my love, my life Gary A. Glasser  (pycpoet) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227452/ Will                                                &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227449/  THE SAME WE WERE BORN ALIVEWE WERE BORN THE SAMEWERE WE BORN OF LOVE?OR WERE WE BORN OF SHAME? WE ARE HERE TO LIVE A LIFETO RAISE AND RISE ALIVENEAR A SHOREOR NEAR A PLAINNEAR A TREE COVERED MOUNTOR A DIRT COVERED HILLNOBODY ASKED YOU TO DIENOBODY SHAMED.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227446/ MeWalking fact and fictionFrayed cover of a 6 months old paperbackSmelling of yesterday's lunchA little bit of a diet Coke addictionI am the one in the parkUnder the shade of a treeIts a hot sunny dayCome on over and have a chat with meI am the one also on the beachLooking toward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227444/  So easily you hurtSo readily I accept my own painFascinated with your spells that you weaveI can merely shout, unheardYou have a dagger, no, a swordYou readily cut out your own heartAnd tidily place it back into your chest cavity Smooth and direct swapping spit for writ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pycpoet/227420/