http://slow.writerscafe.org/buddy1 The original writings of author Buddy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776170501 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bull I sawA little bulldozerScrapingOn the beach,But he wasToo smallTo knowThat Mother NaturesOut of reach.Oh, he wasShovin' an' pushin'And scrapingThat sand,Trying to changeThe layOf the land.But the wavesKept comin'And the sandcame back,Filled in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/475683/ For Honor And Lady Fair See DonSlay the dragon,See him sweepThe ladies mindRight offHer feet.Ain't he cool!,He thought.. But the fair maidenHad thedragonOn a leash...Control.. The Sir,The knightSeeing visionsOf honor,Sparkle!  Flash!,Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/475680/ Politics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/471233/ Dedicated to my Daughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/460941/ Sweet Repose While peacefullyI slumberedupon myGrassy bed,A buzzardWas circling,CirclingAbout myNapping head.He flutteredDownFor a closerLook,And Oh!,What avionLibertiesHe took.He peckedNot once,Not twiceBut thrice,Upon mySleepy nose,Not hard,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/459920/ nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/458687/ My refrigerator isJust standing thereLike nothing's happening,While my faucetIs dripping itsLife away. The 'fridge hasA cold attitude towardsit all. "Big deal, there'sNothing I can do", it says."Drains are water magnets,And it's not thatYour was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/450125/ Oh! Sweet Trivia Well, the questionHas been raised,What's the reasonThat we're here for?And some have claimedTo know.But they foundThe answerHard to show,'Cause the heated windsOf disagreeWould soon begin to blowAnd sweep awayTheir words. It's been overA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/450111/ Handfull of Friend With 8-teen flagsFlappin' fromHis handlebars,He hears no sounds,He sees no cars.While tooling alongIn a wine-fedStuper,Everything's cool,Everything's super. Clutching a quartOf vintage Rose'Bought with nickelsHe begged all day,He's found.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/450095/ Friends While waitingFor helpHe ran outOf life,Bleeding to deathFrom the cutOf a knifeby a manwho wasHis life long friend. Money's the thoughtThey thoughAlike,And many'sThe mile thatThey both hikedIn search ofGreener things. And in oneThin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/421731/ Nipping atmy tiring heels,breath hot, so closethat I canfeelthe froththat reeksbehind its toothygrin.Its muscledclawsthat gripthe ground,scar the earthwith everyboundthat brings itcloserto myweary heels.What beastlycreaturethis,that hasmy scent,that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/387699/ I'm gladyou found yourshadow,it seemsto fit youwell.And nowthere'll betwo setsof tracks,in the wakeof your dustytrail. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/320374/ What's the nameof thisgamethat you seemto be playin',and whatare the rulesso I can playand wina time or two. It's hardto knowwhat I shoulddowhen I'm hereall alonewith you,'cause you will notgive a hint,do you playmefor a fool. I will notpla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/320371/ Bricked up windowsand boarded updoors,caved in roofsand termite floors,have left the houseswith open sores. Though long sincedead,the shell survives,full of ghostsofAntiquelives.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/320360/ Tale of a broken Heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/304622/ NIGHT FEEL Pieces of Glassthere on the beach,glitter like starsthat I can't reach.Wind chimesI maderinging at nightare like a trainyou hear that'sout of sight,clanging byon cold steel tracksmaking a windthat's coldon the backsof hobos lookingto win.A siren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/304201/ If onlywe could staychildrenfor justa little longer,maybewhen we get older,we'd bea little stronger.But the pacewe liveis so jet-agefast,that we'reso busy growing upwe don'tsee it pass.And in ourbook of agewe've flippedthe page,and nothing lasts,and t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/288885/ Raindropsfalling on my head,wakes me frommy sleepy bed. Inches of wateraround me lay,gathered from cloudsthat burst all day. Oh, to finda Comfort Inn,and pitch my tentin a suite there-in. But here I layand rain pours down,and pounds my tentinto the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/284683/ And the 'Superman'was killedby the shrapnelofabrokenheart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/284639/ Even Supermancry real tears,have soft heartsand feel real fears,are easy marksfor a warm soft touch,get too little,give too much,are made ofcrystal brittle steel,they fall for smilesand always will.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/283670/  Rhymeless Oh,the wordsthat do not rhyme,fill andclutterup mymind.I've searched,and searched,but stillcan't find,two simplewordsthat tend to rhyme.The poetic penI oftenuse,is voidof rhymeand dryof muse.So hereI'll sitand quietlywait,p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/269148/ They've landeda spacecrafton theplanet Mars,and it's filling upits sample jarswith rocksand dustthat are colored red. They're searchingfor lifein that far off dust,in a worldthat lookslike a ball of rust,because theirinstincts saysthere must be life,and it'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/268812/ How could we dothe things we've done,we stole their land,we stole their sun. We traded beadsfor meadows green,for mountain tops,and crystal streams. We shook them fromtheir tents at night,and filled their heartswith death and fright. Then scattered allt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/268370/ The hair on my headis fastreceding,and my browsare alwayspleading,PLEASE grow somethingto protectusfrom the sun!But,try as Imay,nothing grows,I look in themirrorand nothing shows.I guessI'll havemy hairbrushbronzed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/267579/ My HoneyBeesare alla-buzz,they're flittingto andfro'.So happythey,to seethe sun,and ridof iceand snow.Their housea mess,the workerbees,are busysweeping floors,and everybeehas beenassigneda his,or herbee choir.The scoutsare outbut soonare ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/267136/  The Willowtreeis standingtherewithout athought,without acare. Anchored deepit hugsthe earth,no hintof laughter,none ofmirth. It softlyswaysin gentlebreezethat barelytouchesother trees. With slenderleavesand brancheslong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/266105/ I think I sawa piglet flywhere pigscan't really be,catching rideson warm air liftshigh above the trees. Sailing, circling,soaring therefrom cloudto fluffy cloud,flapping littlepiglet wings,a pig so veryproud.  Yet, pigs, I thinkcan't really f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/264721/  In loops and swirlsthe majestic falcon driftswhile hitching rideson warm airlifts.What does he thinkwhile hanging thereas his feathers ripplethrough theair.With grace and easehe seldom flaps,as he takes hiscountless, countlesslaps.His circles narrowand he begi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/264514/ Come, have black rasberry teaand honeywith me,at the Linger Longer Cafe'.We can sit outsideif the day is quite sunny,and watch the chipmonks at play.There isa Lily pondwith water so coolin the shadeof a flowering poet-tree,and we'll linger a bitwhile yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/264127/  Prejudiced Eyes  You hold me,why do youhold me.Why do youhold me back. My skin is amber,my skin is tan,my skin is red,my skin is black. And you hold mebut not with love,not with care. You shield my eyesfrom horizons there,and you hold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/263284/  Jasmine On My Mind As I propelmy sleepy bikethrough the faintmorning light,my noseis gently assaultedby the candlefragrant smell,of that sweetelusive Jasmine,that bloomsin the gardensof night.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/262349/ Even in the bitter of the darkest winter,when our hearts feel cold as river stonesand our tears are but ice fields,when we feel certain that sweet summer windswill never visit our chaffed souls again,we must remember, and always know,that beneath even the coldest deep frozen snow,sweet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/261702/ Viet Nam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/260259/ I know thismay sound silly,but I justsaw a Lily,come floating byin my cup ofred tea. Out of the cornerof my eye,it came floating on byso gracefuland happyin thisred zinger sea. I stared deepin my cupand saw therare poet-tree,from whencethis li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/260219/ And no musicwas heardfrom thedungeon deep,where theykeep confinedthe village creep. They keephim chainedto thewet stone wall,and willnot beckonto his call,of thirstand painas hegrovels thereand screams"Why me!?, 'Tis not fair". The dooris thick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/260036/ SILK A spiders webis never done,built at nightand gone by sun,catching, snaringcareless flies,in spite of allthose compound eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/259645/ Buddy's head  lays on my feet,both they and he  are fast asleep. Like windmills go  his little feet,looks like he's found  a flock of sheep. So there he lays  so very sweet,and Oh, so ever jolly.  My Buddy boyis quite the treat,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/buddy1/259616/ A little poem full of dirt. 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