http://slow.writerscafe.org/J.P. The original writings of author J.P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776080194 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Warning: this is a hymn, a poem that praises some object or person and cannot include its fallacies. I, personally, would never, ever, want to read a poem like this one because it is so long and boring since it just kept praising the subject. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J.P./366926/ mediocre poem with a tiny twist http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J.P./366925/ A child's letter to Santa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J.P./366923/ Pot StickersTen tons of warm damp dough lied on the lineWaiting for a sexual intercourseWith the soft wet and fatty meat of boarsAs if it is still the pink valentine,I, the matchmaker, in this job of mine,felt the billions in line with the hand sores“I’m on strike!”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J.P./366919/ The title is a hint to anyone attempting to interpret this piece. Please don't just stare at the surface, dive deep if you're even going to give it a try. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/J.P./366580/