http://slow.writerscafe.org/MelissaKesead The original writings of author Melissa Kesead en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020047 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wrote this while my husband was going through cancer therapy. It's part of my book Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741348/ I wrote this while my husband was going through cancer therapy. It's part of my book Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741346/ I wrote this while my husband was going through cancer therapy. It's part of my book Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741344/ This is a poem I wrote while my husband was going through chemotherapy. It's part of my book, Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741343/ This is a poem I wrote while my husband was going through chemotherapy. It's part of my book, Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741342/ This is a poem I wrote while my husband was going through chemotherapy. It's part of my book, Setting The Furies Free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/741340/ This is part of a poetry book I did called Setting The Furies Free about being the spouse of cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/659566/ Have you ever been betrayed by someone you thought was your friend? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/536463/ There are so many fish in the sea, why not me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/536461/ A birds eye view of what happens in a normal day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/536460/ Fragile Memories Those memories of times long pasttear at my mind looking for recognitionbut I have tried to forget the fragile memories that make me crythat make me feel I surely must diethe fragile memories that ache in my heartthat make me feel I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/476021/ Debauchery awaitsits fingers curledaround our naked limbs, restless Temptation lingerson the air, heavylike a thick fog sweetened with desire Lust overwhelmspushing the last vestigesof innocence over the edge, smiling http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/454851/ The snap of the saillike a crisp linen sheetcolored the silence Waves breakingon the beachsing out a lullabye Palm trees dancein an island breezea silent serenade Moonlight glimmerslike diamonds ona sea of dreams http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/454850/ Slow and sensuoustheir bodies ebbed and flowedlike the tide coming in With moans and sighsthey held tightly totheir dreams and each other Rhythm replaced rhymeand reason as their lovemakingcame to a climax Passion spent, they lingered in a lovers embracesat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/454849/  A Stranger is WaitingByMelissa Kesead                              The lightning flashed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/443937/ Princess was my girl dolly’s nameWe liked to play a baby gameI’d pretend I was a motherTo her and her baby brother In a pink stroller we would walkI’d talk to her in baby talkShe’d sit there with a smile so sweetAs we were cruising down th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/441948/ The rain came downIn fact it pouredSo suddenlyI wasn’t bored No longer didI mope and poutI stayed insideCould not go out Devise a planWas my next moveI had to shimmyI had to groove Around the houseI danced a fitMy dog evenGot d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/441947/ My head floated up into a cloudMy hand tied to a balloon so loudWith polka dots of green and blueRed, tangerine and purple too It pulled me up into the skyI didn’t stop to question whyJust zip and whoop and I was goneThere wasn’t time to even yawn&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/440463/ The Pelican flew high and freeover the Ocean bluethe Pelican said “Any fish?”the Ocean said “A few” The Pelican dove straight and truedeep into the Ocean blueback again as if on cuewith a fish of a reddish hue Said the Ocean &ldqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/431852/ Your words blow through me like the wind through the treesNourishing me with your breath, filling me with your substanceI sway and am caught by your endearments, bedded by your whispersTickled by your golden tongue, I roll into your soliloquyOnly to be pounded by your firm la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/431851/ A caterpillar stood stillUpon a green growing treeIt ate a leaf for dinnerAnd watched the turbulent sea A chrysalis it did formUpon a branch, soft and warmHung there in it’s tight cocoonUnderneath the sun and moon The tree waited patientlyIt had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/427414/ CryWailYour tearsFall like rainOver my dead formSaying goodbye to forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/425119/ LustFormsIn yourSweet bodyHeart beating fasterYou yearn to own me completely http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/425118/ ChildMineLove meMake me smileWith your wondermentAnd your innocent look on life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/425116/ ColdDeadHer fleshTouches mineIt lingers on meOur last kiss still on my warm lips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/425115/ A Fibonacci Sequence poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/425114/ I saw this crazy manWalking down the main streetHe’s been called Stinky JoeBut his name once was Pete The flies they buzz ‘round himLike a thunderstorm cloudHe talks in a whisperOr else shouts really loud He shuffles dirty feetOver steamy c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/424738/ IWantCoffeeSo creamyMakes my mouth waterWakes me up in the morning time  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/424725/ There’s a place where you goWhen your eyes are shut tightWhen you’ve snuggled down deepAnd are in for the night There’s a place where you dreamAnd your fantasies flyWhere you laugh and you screamAnd you smile and you cry There’s a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/424722/ My friend had a treeThat gave carrots and cornA fake Chinese lampAnd a buffalo horn Gumballs and raisinsAnd a water balloonA rocking horse toyAnd a bright pink baboon Apples and orangesIf you like plain ol’ fruitPersimmon and guavaOr a shiny .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/424515/ With flippers like shovelsShe digs out a nestDeeper and deeperFor babies to rest Risking discoveryUpon the still beachShe toils through the nightBeyond the seas reach Never a pauseIn her arduous choreTo keep her eggs safeOn that sand covered shore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/424436/ Her tail sparkled as she gracefully movedThrough sapphire and crystal blue oceanShe shimmied and shook, twisted and groovedConsistently always in motion Swirling and twirling through emerald grassShe moved to one side so seahorses could.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/419750/ Yearning, feeling, lusting, reelingBurning with desireCaressing, sliding, whispering, hidingFeeding the fireRubbing, kneading, wanting, feedingReaching ever higherPenetrating, using, gasping, fusingBuilding a pyreTouching, tasting, turning, not wastingGetting to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/418883/ Her name was MaryAnneAnd she thought she was coolShe didn’t like sportsAnd she didn’t like school She thought books were dumbAnd science was for nerdsThat playgrounds were for babiesAnd art class for the birds She never paid attentionHer ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/418273/ Way up highIn a coconut treeChattered a monkeyAlmost constantly He taunted and teased meHe jumped up and downHe ran on the trunkFrom the top to the ground So one day I chased himRight up that old treeI yelled at that monkeyTo please let me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/418272/ Scooter and Crash were two pirates at seaBut neither was very good at it you seeCrash bumps and breaks almost everything he touchesAnd Scooter likes to drive if he can get the wheel in his clutches They both were poor swordsmanAnd their demeanor was drearyTheir sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/418271/ The Crook Took My Book The crook took my bookI didn’t have time to lookI was learning how to cookWhen he took it off the hook I was making cherry pie you seeIt was my favorite recipeI had made such a mess of meWhen the crook took the book from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417188/ Don't look backtake a step into the presentthe fragile memories hang upon the wall Reach deep into your souland find that hidden strength thereand know that I will catch you if you fall Like a baby learning how to walkor a leopard learning how to stalkyou must move.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417162/ Soft as a rosenewly in bloomand smelling quite faintlyof the sweetest perfume Pink as the skywhen it's touched by the dawnand as fragile and dependentas a newly born fawn Hair as fineas silken threadspread like downupon the head Cooing as quietlyas a mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417156/ Sleepprecious darlingclose your eyesDreamlittle angelfantasize Safesnuggled warmlyin your bedYou're Mother's lovewill cradle your head Hushmy innocentsleep tonightWakesweet and beautifulwith morning's light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417155/ I have a lock upon my heartbut someone has the keyand if they want to open itthey must do so carefully It's full of hurts and promisesconfusion and some painif it's not opened gentlyI may lock it once again I have a lock upon my heartbut somone has the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417154/ Someone stole my voiceI've been searching night and daysomeone stole my voicethey just swept it right away Someone stole my voiceand I don't know how they didsomeone stole my voiceand it's quite discretely hid Someone stole my voicenow I'm absolutely mutesomeone sto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417150/ In the ashes life bloomseventhough death hasjust departed What was once livingin it's death, nourisheswhat is yet to be born Life for life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417148/ She walksher destination unknownto no one but her Selfishly she crawlsinto my lap andrelentlessly pursues my handuntil I give in andscratch her head untilshe is satisfied She sitsperched on the windowsillstaring Her kisses hold not promisesof everl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417146/ Bind us togethermake us onefear will not harm usfor we will overcome Keep us togetherhand in handlove is our weaponthe world is at our command Watch us togetherconquer the universecreating melody song and verse Walking togetherthrough forest and plain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/417143/ Quick as a flashhe beat every recordpanting like madand stiff as a board A whirlwind of passionthe lass was quite woozyshe didn't mind thoughcuz she was a cheap floozy But the young sailor thoughtsince was less than a minutehis price should be cheapercuz he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/416839/ The night engulfed her, embraced her like a lover, enfolding her in its velvet arms as she walked the empty streets.  Swings squeaked in the playground on her left as if invisible children sat in them, their legs pumping furiously toward the stars.  She thought back to when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/415595/ The Girl Who Didn’t Like School Her name was MaryAnneAnd she thought she was coolShe didn’t like sportsAnd she didn’t like school She thought books were dumbAnd science was for nerdsThat playgrounds were for babiesAnd art class for the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/415212/ A vampire story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/413026/ Patrick the Pie ManMade all types of piesFrom lemon and custardTo worm meat with flies He mixed themHe baked themAll toasty and brownHe rolled themHe sold themAll about town His customers variedAs much as his piesSome were nice ladiesAnd some h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelissaKesead/409934/