http://slow.writerscafe.org/Soularm The original writings of author Dean Smith en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Quick verse inspired by the birth of our beautiful first child. Baby boy called Huey. Haven't been writing tons over the last year, mainly due to music & stuff but today I'm feeling love & inspired! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/1178271/ Just a thought I had the other day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/256335/ Inspired by the poetry We see........ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/256304/ Just a simple little one I wrote the other day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/255725/ again recently re-discovered, as far as I can remember this was written some time last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/255720/ Again recently re-discovered, written some years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/251584/ Thankfully the 'Today' I wrote about is now 'Yesterday.' Written several years ago, recently re-discovered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/251583/  Sit alone with silence,Listen to her song,Her sweet voice echo's closer,To a symphony so strong,Her lyrics launch the teardrops,Her chorus wipes the eye,Sit alone with silence,The greatest lullaby. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/251109/ Inspired by travel and the smile of a stranger. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/251098/ Apologies for my grammar! I write from the heart. 'Northern Soul' is the term used in the UK for a type of mid-tempo and uptempo heavy-beat soul music (of mainly African American origin) that was popularized in northern England during the 60's & 70's http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/236841/  MOTHER'S LULLABYNext time you cry, just wonder why, you sat and sang a lullaby?To sooth my soul, to make me whole, to hold me close, away from cold,so dry your tears, free your fears and welcome all your finest years,as you now find, within your mind, your inner peace, the finest kin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/236365/  An understanding of the pocket size kind,To teach the reach what they could not find,To question all, who questioned the fall?In a sun burnt playground without a ball,An open mind to those left behind,The corkscrew few who may still unwind,To explore the core of this ignore the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Soularm/236360/