http://slow.writerscafe.org/ivordavies The original writings of author Ivor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Food for Thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/2064305/ Love StoryWith heritage of dragon loreand hills and valleys shore to shore,from the land of leeks and daffsthere came a lass born of a Taff.Roman walls built strong and boldsurround a fortress very old,from English city of great fame,came a lad with a Welsh name.This girl nam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/2062279/ Poet's Ramblings! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/2061608/ Cosmic WavesWhat are these phantom waves of thoughtthat bind me in embraceas many minds across the globecombine in cosmic space.Whenever torn from their embracewords wither and vacateand once again I join life’s raceand concepts dissipate... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/485241/ Mind’s Portal I feel the wisdom of the worldas in my mind the ether creeps.A moment’s glimpse of all unfurlsas through this portal knowledge seeps. The vast expanse of all revealsthe purpose in our mindless race.Where all are o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/458998/ Coconuts and Fish and BirdsIf coconuts could grow on treesand birds could flyand fish could swim.What a wonderful world we’d all enjoy,what a wonderful world we’d all live in.If every line I wrote could rhymeand poetry spilled from my pen,I’d wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/458637/ River of RhymeThere has to be a reason why I'm lifting up my pen,the ink has started flowing and the words appear again.The stanzas are evolving as I scribble every line.My head is full of rhythm as the lines all start to rhyme.I feel it's like my heartbeat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/458456/ EggsactlyI love a hens egg in the morning,as long as it's well boiled right through.If the white though remains very runnyit’s surprising what soft eggs can do.They make me run straight to the closetfor soft eggs pass quickly through some.If you thought th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/458430/ Boring Old FartsBoring old farts from a time that's gone by,Still giving advice that they think we’ll try.Things nowadays are all so different you see,Non of them lived in the present like me.It wasn't the same when they were a child,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/458161/ Tones of Death I hear the sombre tones of deaththey linger with no soundas eerie whispers in my mindcreep echoing around. These sounds of misery and woenow mingle with my doubtsand drag me down to places lowwith silent screaming .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/457938/ The Day that I Died Remember, remember the day that I died,when everyone cheered and nobody cried.I’d lead a short life that was riddled in sinand I knew in my gut that I never would win. But that final day when the rope hung me high,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/457544/ Au NaturalBetween the sheets we never weara single thing that isn't barefor clothes would hamper our delightin sharing flesh all through the night.In pleasure brought by skin on skinby cuddles raised from deep withinin unity of common goalthe lack of clothes t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/457164/ Let the good sleep comfortable in their beds.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/447156/ Cold EncounterThe courtyard was light by the dim glow of the gas lamps on the entrance archway.  Leaning against the wall inside the arch, half hidden by the shadows, was a young man dressed in corduroy jacket and trousers.  The eerie silence was broken only by the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/377011/ So Where is God?  So where is God, when you need Him most, when those you love are in need?  They say it's Him, who carries you through, they say it is Him, indeed!  How come we never get a glimpse,  of the 'footprints in the sand'?  I'll tell you why, for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/372405/ True story of a breakdown of a breakdown mechanic encoutering the 'unusual'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/372401/ Written from Personal Experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/371234/ TRIP INTO THE UNKNOWNSince I was very young I have always felt that things existed around me that were not perceived by normal senses; feelings, fleeting glimpses, etc.  Coming from a family whose mother had been a spiritualist, I was brought up taking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/370391/ Harvest Moon When moon is full and stars shine bright,I love to wander through the night,the cool crisp air and ghostly light,clears my mind and makes things right. When strolling thus beneath the moonI came upon a dark lagoon,with sounds of nightlife .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/369856/ Armageddon When Angels fall and Devils fly,what fun there'll be in all the sky,as Angels struggle in the dirtwith dusty shrouds and wings that hurt. The sky will shine with Satan's fire,with Mankind raised to places higher,while God's disciples crawl o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/369591/ Dogmatic Doctrine Can I kiss a Catholicor a Muslim or a Jew,a Buddhist or an Atheist,a Sikh or a Hindu?Can I share their faith with themand not condemn my soul,to eternal persecutionin the Devil’s deepest hole? Can I offer love to those.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/369432/ Creation's Birth When red's ablaze in sunset sky,it's marble patterns catch my eye.The eerie bloom it gives the earthreminds me of Creation's Birth. Yes, I was there when all began,though not in form of earthly man.A spirit essence from high realm,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ivordavies/369155/