http://slow.writerscafe.org/humbled63 The original writings of author kollaboratyve en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004909 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A hornets nest chiseled in the distance,little boys  with rocks in their handA lone hornets sets at the door  to guard their way of life We must run very fast when we through theses stones http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/1416809/ Inspired by the grind of this life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/1416685/ a poem of observation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/1415770/ This poem is to bring attention to the child sex trade in this world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/1414191/ Off the top of the head poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/334717/ Do you know the paindo we think the samefinger pointing game and who's to blamewas it you or me or us threewas it done in the woods or under a treeyour fault not mines so our childish mimesonly for my best the test confessed and stands revealed bykids playing a game and so th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/332107/ A RESPONSE TO THOMAS FRANK�S BOOK �WHAT�S THE MATTER WITH KANSAS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/329277/ My observation based on true events, but names have been changed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/328861/ This song converted to a poem deals with a lot of issue. I wrote it many moons ago. I'm Kollaboratyve,and I approve this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/327060/ IN HOPE THAT WE STUDY WAR NO MORE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/326705/ This piece is in view of our present turmoil as a nation and society http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/325920/ THIS POEM HAS A LITERAL AND SYMBOLIC MEANING-IT IS AN ALLEGORY OF SORTS http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/323908/ This was written to, and for, a very godly person who is earmarked for greatness . She took me to the next level, an angel in the flesh, among mortals. Thank you!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/321948/ This is a religious/social ditty I did,enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/321415/ It may change your mood-I kinda like it-enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/321015/ I wrote this on August 7, 1983 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/320987/ I wrote this poem in the 80's-Yeah,just thought I'd put it out there! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/320976/ Irresistible I am.  Many victims I have disappointed.  They saw me walk pass them as they walked by me. I knew they could not but turn their heads and gaze at me, for I have this affect on all such foolish.  I've taken husbands from wives and wives from husbands, the engaged from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/320595/ These words came to me out of the blue and some of the concepts are abstract http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/320075/   Living by the countryside where winds and birds do fly living every momentto keep your dreams alive every vital breath is one closer to my destination a world cracked and cold unquenched dreams of sleeping chidren the clock of the time of the worlds ticks and tocks we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/318982/ It's morning now the dew wet on my facewaiting to catch a glimpsenoonday comes with the bite of the bugs and flieswaiting to catch a glimpseeyes trained on the window savoring the momentwaiting to catch a glimpseevening sets in skies grow cloudymy mind relentless to a flawwaiting to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/318898/ I wrote this many years ago. I've change 180 degrees since than! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/318878/ I don't wanna be a boredo not keep me crying for moreI don't wanna get too closepredicting an overdosebody screaming for lust please spare me the fussI don't wanna live to die and find no answer to the tears of my eyeI don't wanna be emancipated with joy and incapacitated with sorro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/318846/ Oh Hickory! oh hickory! I see the time of your release has come you stood proud displaying your fruit and feared no wrathdays of smoldering heat exchanged andbatteredfrozen by winds relentless freezing rains you replied and sent your roots deep to the earthyour size and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/humbled63/318830/