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Pesek en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776102869 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 rocky paths, not talking fast,gawking at the twisted past,mocking those who finish last,got a question I should have asked.someday,we'll look back,wishing it were now.thought about that fact today,fought about that fact today,photographed, for my mind goes greyone magic glimpse til we go a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/1004427/ I confessed my love for her mate,She grinned and said that was great,But I had no clue,her feelings; they grew,Now, she wanted me as her date.I thought I could trust my dear friend,That she'd have my back til' the end,oh how I was wrong,she'd lied for so long,Deception one could not amend.Who knew m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/1002879/ Sometimes I truly wonder,If my mind is sinking under,A sea of dark confusion,Leaving nothing but illusion.I know not the time,I saw this place,nor heard these sounds,or kissed that face.Nor why it is,that this was lost,like fallen leaves,in winter's frost.Sometimes I truly wonder. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/1002158/ that flower?she'd rather wilt without rain,than drown if it came. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/1001734/ Forty years, this chapter now done.But this "old man" knows he's only begun.Sipping on Sundowners, no strings tie him down.For he no longer worries whether his boss is around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/803646/ Beryl skies, the sun so bright,moi et mon frère, my week's delight.mon frère! mon frère! est-il temps d'aller?for our weekly trip into Paris? Finally there, a whole day with mon frère,oh such bliss is truely quite rare.Renée, Renée, please shop around!f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/684556/ Damn the curse of a false love,Lifting spirits to the clouds above.Only to let loose with a thunderous roar,The miserable truth in bitter downpour. When will the pain of facsimiles cease?And leave thy heart's crack only a crease? Longing following a time so short,A sea-lovin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/614361/ Sometimes the cloud is afraid to go,into the world she doesn't know.With courage, actions wont go in vain,For there's always some who enjoy the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/500890/ A frosty thatch atop vivid complexion,Though through the right eyes; a tasty confection.Rather unnoticed: each bristle that falls.Tis' when they're together they truely enthrall.Some prefer parts, and others the Cesar.The sky loves them both, for either will please her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/470613/ My heart is a cyclone, twisting and turning.A moment with you has been my one yearning.The words from your mouth, and those that are mine,Meet halfway and with grace intertwine. We started with a book and from there only grew,"I still remember when I met you."From that day on my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/470611/ As you turned the corner, my eyes lit like fire,My heart melted with a burning desire.A golden aura, you shone like the sun,Is it luck that I've met such a beautiful one?A quick twinkle of fingers and flash of your pearls,I knew that you were the most striking of girls.When the slow moti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/463533/ Fawn graze in a sleepy lea,As the sun begins a warm new day.Fog disappears, just like the moon,While birds sing their beautiful tune.The song quickly grows, catching like fire,Crickets join in to form nature's choir.But all of it stops with a sharp, booming roar,The animals have all, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/456085/ Beauty, less human corruptions,Though created by fiery eruptions.That foreshadow a deadly Pearl,And a striking hula girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davidpesek/455114/ Does she look at herself? 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