http://slow.writerscafe.org/ricky61859 The original writings of author Antonio Valentino en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776338319 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I Pour To You    Mornings find my nose on skin, holding planetary shapes, squirming, earning, reconfirming, the bitten core, juice of swollen fleshy parts, creaky, rusty, swaying, scalesthe whoosh of paper .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1917204/ I Give You Me  Stop talking to me and I’ll love you more You’re my only stack of paper I was never here without you You’re the fountain of my dawn I am trying, to escap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916927/ Wasted Meaning   I’ve been reading you upside down all this time You always had me head over heals I’m going to stop at the second chapter Separation has no beginning Foreve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916272/ Sea Of Verse  How come dip is never skinny How come traffic jams aren’t sweet How come delays always walk on their pause Should we eat lunch or go play in the sand? Which? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916271/ Touch But Don’t Look   Look from afar butbe cautious to enter Dreams always stay in our sleep for a reason The tip of the iceberg’s a mating call For all of the ravenous denizens,deep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916270/ We Are The Condition   Go and fetch the water please I can’t because I’m scared I don’t understand your reason You go out and get it all the time Yes but now the sky is dark&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916269/ Raisins Of Wrath  You see them like ladybugs out in the fields A pallet board riddled with splotches of paint Buckets of vegetables running toward trucks They are the multitude raisins of wrath And the blis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916268/ Ink From The Echo  The writers that left usare starting to like me They’re starting to call me their friend and their chum They’re trying to pass on their pen to my hand God please do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1916267/ Watering TheGrass  The day thatI die put me back in theground Cover me snugso my feet will bewarm I alwaysliked flowers so toss a fewin Maybesomebodywill say somethingkind Thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1911725/ Poetry   poetry is the song of thesilence poetry is in a battle withfear poetry covers the moon inour skin poetry flavors the beauty ofignorance Poems are the coca cola ofconsciousness Poems are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1911721/ A Border On My Spine  The more I age themore I lose Administration of my life I govern notmy state of mind Urgency, is now my shepherd I go about the,rituals  Time has measured .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1623908/ All Atoms Matter What are the elementsthat you are made of What are the exports ofyour importance What is the sense thatadds to your value What are your failingsthat make you less worthy Deed is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1623904/ Forever More  Round and round we circulate, blood and suns and whirling whim All the tired little voices, all thewheels spoke to rim Sometimes I’m afraid to find  What is lurking in, my mind All tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1597726/ The Endless of Amour   I’m in the pen for breaking loss, hiding where our choices zincdeepinside the or Just for losing much too fast, I must pay a find I was questioned at the border of my, state of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1597725/ The Dye of Hue  I often wonder if planets can dream If all of their orbits are, simply atrance I live in the country of imagination We’re, the necessity mother invented Why did we finally get ears a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1597714/ Honey Moon    Tonight the shepherdof the sky  Seems very much so, ina hurry  Herding all the cloudsto Pasture Somewhere,in the eastern way The chill is swimmingthrough my hide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434839/ Grains of Sand    I see your ice, andswallow fire Chew, on thirst beyond, desire Life, is season Time, is pace Life is, reason Spice, is space  Malt is s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434837/ The Fall of Becoming     Autumn became, in thehue of her beam The warmth of auburn,melting her hair A thousand alibistrappedin her grin All of the omens,standing on knees The sky held .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434831/ Dame Nature Amour    The stalk begins tospill the beans A farmer makes a piglet squeal The clouds are herdedby a hawk The sun is pushingthemapart  And the field ofmaize, is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434829/ Pith of Severance     I find myself more andmore withdrawing From those items that,haveminds I, relate much more with objects That don’t know, thatthey’realive We fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434827/ Silent Births   I want to be, theelbow of a circle Or maybe a horse that’s trapped, in a throat All of the colors keepscratching my nose Except for the paintof of yesterday’s depletion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1434823/ ASky Defied    Isaw a trail very traveled and walked theother way I’mlooking for a panorama that I can portray Thoselike water take the path that gravity provides Othersyet evaporate to melt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1362159/ AMist   Itwas under the dark where I first read her like a book Lickingmy fingers as I turned each page Sheonly spoke two languages, body and sign Byfragrance alone she could read what tulips were saying She.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1361682/ Bothof Us   I oftenwonder how writing all started Whydid we sculpture a script out of thought Andgive little names to objects and feeling I guesswe could only call so many things ug Afterall these mill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1360685/ A Partof Apart    It’snot my body that tires of day Butmore so the lack of grace and humility  Onlythe quiet of feeling can soothe me I’mnever as free as when I am alone  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1359203/ InThe Blush    Shewalked with the eyes that a prayer oncekissed Andsang like a wind chime thirsty forair  Herjoy was unfilled but her puzzlewasfull Exceptfor the missing piece of her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1358920/ Evergreen    Mymother called Mybrother has cancer   Hislungs got tired of breathing in darkness Hisname is Randy and he’s younger than me Myjob was to save him from sadne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1355435/ Born Against   How far canan echo turn silence to sigh A trail ofanswers begin at the Y Our thoughtsare the sounds that our paramours feel Nothing isseen with the stamp of conceal The tips of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1352564/ The RiverLove  She walkedin the meadow and noticed a flower It was thefirst one that walked into spring Held to herlips she gave it, a kiss And told itsdear fragrance how much it wasmissedThe factthat we perish ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1352514/ … To HoldOnto    It’s hardnot to be, kind of commanding  When most ofmy youth was, out of control Life has away of making us, students  When we’rethe only teacher we have .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1352301/ We’re So Vein    Watching all the brake lights ahead of me the drivecontinues inside our vessels.  These hurried blood cells in a vein, travelingin four lane capillaries to work. We’re being pumped to the heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1345746/ And Yet   Another part, of me is dying Parts that make us full and whole Our heart is made, of thosewe love And that from which we’ve,given of Life is always, being born And then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1342236/ It’s Your Turn Now    The eyes on the glass just turned away I asked it why?  Itdidn’t say A mirror is shattered, on a fist That stranger now, does not exist A hand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1339702/ Choppy Sees    It’s not always easy, trying to do the right thing It’s not always popular, or even well received What’s right to you is wrong to them Like they say, it’s all relative&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1336208/ The Seeker     The fly, is coming down with the flu The empty cave has lost its mined A family tree is branching out Forever always, comes inlast It’s true I often seek the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1335825/ The Harvest of Nature     I feed on blood and bits of air Fins of ocean, loins of hare Embryos before, their birth Billy kids and roots of earth I ate some mustard witha brat&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1333014/ Much More   How many words were born without voices Feelings unsaid that ran out of choices Many amend have fell on deaf ears Flowers by gravesites are wateredby tears Saying I’m sorry cannot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1332530/ The (B)lending of Essence    An orange in the sky, is floating up high Making the atmosphere zesty and wry All of its juice, is feeding the plants A picnic is crashed by some uncles and ants N.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1332524/ Undelivered     I never asked, to be a writer It’s more the paper that rubs my pen The rain is the sheet and Ithe quill It writes with my fluid againstmy own will The sky in the nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1328286/ Lying in the Sand The dry peninsula, fullof clover Lapsthe whitecaps over, and over The color blue turned,to foam As fluid hilltops, foundtheir home The land, was parchedand the swells, lay arched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1326768/ The Turning of Always     In the began, naught unraveled    And all that, might,became induced   The world bore tongues and tipsof or Coating every, mouthwith rust.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1326013/ The Hue of Man   It’s against the law to say you’re needy I see that written on false expressions But everyone’s, a criminallocked inside an iron prism These origins, these empty vessels&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1323597/ Love Means Knot a String Attached    A little child starts to cry His mother holds himwondering why He’s sad because he lost a fight The wind was mean and stole his kite For a while he h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1323314/ Reign Dance    The sky today, seems a little confused The wind is changing as quick as its mood Earlier today it was, kind of rowdy Then its mind seemed really cloudy It’s finally fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1323258/ The Vengeance of Verity    Tonight the sky licks on the ground The moisture settles on the mound The river’s mouth is openwide The swollen blossom, cannothide Two birds of a feather .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1322173/ The Seasoning of Expression    My days are mere slicesof crust from a tree Slivers of sentiment, trying to plea Leaflets of letters confinedin a book Loaded with I’s that are tryingto look&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1321702/ The Letter U    Each day, I continue To write all my wrong Love can be short when you want, to belong Life can belittle, the chosenwho praise Death is the twilightof allof our daze.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1319177/ I Am But a Word     The baby standsand he tussles, with gravity And every inch afterwardwe pierce through that force We don’t have a choice we are pressured to do so I guess that&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1316600/ One Step at a Rhyme    The sky is getting older  And shortof breath The wind, a bit creaky In the joint of its sneeze It’s talking to itself and yelling at mirages The middl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1316124/ It Is Outta Here!   Is a groom from Czechoslovakia,a check mate? It might as well be like chess, the king isuseless and the queen has the power As it probably should be Mail is only good when it isn’t a bill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ricky61859/1314730/