http://slow.writerscafe.org/jeirose The original writings of author jen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775972832 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 3 years ago at age 60 I was interviewing for a project manager position with the state of CA. Old, old, old is all I thought... but I do believe in dreams :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/2862668/ The phone ringsLoved one callsOutrageous, silly, lovely and I identifyWe are 60-80, yoYep, I added ‘yo’A subvert and cagey population,We live among you and yes, judge the s**t out of youYou make bad choices, you are rude, you laugh and are crudeWe realign .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/2862666/ you  don't have to save mejust keep me company on the ledgetell me some jokes and point out the landmarksi don't need to be rescued, just listen to mewhen it comes to jewels and fancy thingsyour spending shouldn't be considered in currency,the only spending that is requested is in terms of time.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/500492/ the end of the yellow brick road forgottenfinally those flying monkeys have been relieved of their wingsand the witch sent to a retirement homewith swollen feet that can't quite fit into those ruby redsdorothy has surrenderedshe no longer hears the sing song promises from the skythe rainbow begins a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/499503/ when i read those wordsi felt the rush of adrenalinethat feeling that really has no namea surge of lust, longing and languished lurchinglost in daydreams, and full flights of fancyi just was in the wrong placeliving in the wrong timewhen i thought of youyour carefully chosen poseyour perfectly place.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/494939/ she listens to rollicking songsfull of life and emotionsshe has never experienced first handshe reads the thoughts and she dreams on the adventuresin the books she buys by the stackshe watches safely from her couchthe risks and rash decisionsthe romantic declarationsand accidental rendezvous' on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/492863/ born out of a decision to not let the life upset me... poetry as therapy once again and finding that it actually works sometimes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/491549/ another year coming to an endthe next just around the benda time to reflectto renew and refreshto believe and bestowevery recycled, rebornrevived again wishit is an act ofdeclaration, decisionto find faith and understandingin the face of each disappointmentin the wake of sad revelationa desire to re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/490461/ press the grape or me,pull the essence from it's coreit's like bringing the bottle of cabernetonly so much moretake a walk along sand banksand take in every shella drive would be much fasterbut the journey has so much more to telllove my written words, then turn awaydon't bother getting to know mewh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/489972/ very windy today.... and i love watching the treetops swaying and blowing around from my work window http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/470294/ written at work... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/469930/ root your conscious self tether all  restless thoughts to a postthey will buck and they will worry and try to break freejust leave them beand allow dreamsrelax that furrowed browpackage all of those disappointments and pocket themto be reviewed, renewed another timeand allo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/467625/ a smoothie of morning thoughts formed as that *jackass* in the saturn cuts me off or the grandma in front of me goes 10 miles an hour http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/466655/ year 50 is looming ... oct 2010... 49 is almost here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/463038/ all about the block that plants itself between the thoughts in my head and the ability to write down what they are... even this poem is old.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/462391/ me getting lost in words again....finding something and wanting to put pen to paper to express... as always, not quite getting out what is in my head, but able to come close http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/458215/ people are poetry,life is lyricalthe soft sound of  a defiantly, poignantly, breaking heartis beyond words, the art is the attempt to describethe joy of love, founddiscovered and divulgedtranslation, a tribute to sighs and criesnot quite captured everin versebeauty is hu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/455130/ I wrote a poem awhile back called 'saturday and day  16,751 of my life'.  It came about from the realization that i had never felt a burning desire to accomplish something... a purpose, point to my life.   And today, that  same kind of light bulb illuminated for me.  As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/454772/ the first poem I wrote... over 10 years ago... inspired by a beautiful song on a Dolly Parton CD that I have :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/454323/ gibberocity... nonsenscertations.... but fun :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/449770/ teddy has gone.... and that song "abraham, martin and john" is in my head... the ideals are the same and back then, no dipshits were yelling about death panels http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/448709/ all about appreciation :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/418284/ wine,my dumb, numbing friendshut it outengage the shuttersalarm activatedkeep it out, best you candeflect me fromreflecting onthis stuffwine, flash mewiggle and tease at memake me laughat how absurd it isjust keep me from looking at the phoneprevent me fromcount.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/417472/ watching "benjamin button.. loving how it pares down the true experience of who we are .. what we are..i love our human-ness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/416196/ added for a contest.... written a year ago... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/415043/ some pondering on writing styles...and i decided that i am ground beef wanting to be filet... lol not a cue for compliments but a statement of fact... it's tasty but not considered haute cuisine.. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/415029/ just some words that are a reflection of a process ... a reintroduction to peace and patience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/414698/ anticipating a test tomorrow...knowing it will be ok... but being nosy and impatient.. well, i need an outlet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/412570/ not sure why, but here it is... "there" can be a relationship once idealized, a place of comfort we want to return to, home in actual...or whatever we have created it to be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/409806/ letting go of a dream.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/409392/ as long as your lips rember meand seek out that tastewhich you have namedmei will waityou searchfor what you wantand i will waitforsaking all of the quo that is statusi will standquo be damnedfind me quicki am so tiredand i grow weary of thisdo yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/408898/ my drive home from work elicits very odd thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/408308/ a collaboration between poet x and i ..... exploring words and connecting ideas.. finding common ground that so many of us find adrift in the virtual sea... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/404484/ just some thoughts, tinged with some regret and lessons still to be learned... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/403976/ worked on this with another writer and then we combined what we have... all inspired from a beautiful picture of two elf lovers standing in the moonlight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/402924/ dance with medancing is making love while movingpull me in to you  loverthe music encourages our dreamyou turn me and i feel your hard evidence,your growing involvement, in this dancegrinding my hips you feel me from the back of my neck, down my waist,my a*s to your groin... d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/402387/ something on my mind lately.... but not really sure what *it* is... only that while reading this back, i heard william shatner reciting it in my mind.... not the tempo i was going for... but that's the way i roll :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/401824/ just because it sometimes hurts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/401231/ not exactly a poem... but more poem than story :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/400634/ pondering, proposing, the perplexing position of my person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/400056/ an ode to stupid fox news "tea bagging" protests today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/399617/ adrift in my own ocean of uncertainty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/397950/ ( i was just thinking about all of the great ideas for poems i get while driving home from work... all kinds of things are stewing away  in my brain...all kinds of images along the drive inspire me.. and think "wow, yeah, i'll remember that" ... but i usually don't... i am considering getting a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/391142/  was tangled up in bluebut didn't have a cluethought this was THE timeturns out, believing was a crimepast revisiteda whirling, turning wheelan onion to unpeelwords spokensoftly in my earforgotten once againto be ignited with a teara station fillednot long vacantquic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/389203/ this partnership has beenon life support for the longest timean unhealthy pallorreplaces a once vibrant glowlethargy set in....oh, not sure whenthe irregular heartbeatof a passion growing dimmerthe trials of agea working lifethump, thump, thumpthe heart of this union continues.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/381789/ the veil of sleep softly liftsgently at first,then alarmingly as a cat-induced crash is heard from the kitchen"awake, awake"the house announces"it is time to awake"inspection finds an overturned canistersugar on the counterand the culprit no where in sites.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/380235/ firefly lightyour journey tonightthe sun has gone to sleepvoices drift lazily from the porchas life on the lawn is alight with your torchi imagined you as fae folkarriving for a peekyou’re bouncing chinese lanternsa fancy subplot to my dreamscricket’s music completing t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/380171/ to find the way to all the wayis not as simple it seemsdestinations are set and well-mappedmost are explored with half stepsand many of those well-planned choicesbecome discarded or surrendered and abandonedperhaps filed for a later dateand thewould havesand should havestransform.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/379810/ internet angst .... moving on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/378802/ inspired by a picture... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jeirose/372278/