http://slow.writerscafe.org/Patches The original writings of author Patches I'm not so new anymore. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776183207 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A whimsy of the first meeting of Robin & Marion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1919893/ A disoriented bustardlanded in the custard aftercareening through the window screen it busted.From the custard it wobbled into a bowl of brown creole mustardthen into a sugar bowl where it came outsugar dusted http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1463857/ For Armistice Day.... The Other side http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1440126/ An Interview http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1411001/ I know for a fact thathe did not pray a lotso how in Heaven's namedid he get to where he got?Just how did  this guy Arnold get to be a saint?This then is his storythough you may think it quaint.This is what he told me.Now, I'm telling youHe said he earned Blessed sainthoodby brew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1402146/ A Romance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1358294/ An Olde S.C.A. song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1355504/ a durge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1353411/ I remember...When time was a friendI was young, innocentand didn't know sin.but now time has flown;Smoke in the windmy life is in it's autumnand my soul  fraught with sinI've lived the life I wanted.Selfish was I and arrogant tooI lived life in style, faced each daywith a smile.Money I had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1336241/ short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1265515/ A Cajun Tale http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1210608/ A typical day in Central England circa the early 13th century A.D. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1198585/ A poem in the Troubadour style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1162698/ Tarzan & JaneTarzan was strolling through the jungle one day, when much to his dismay he stepped barefootedOn a shard of pottery.Not far from there he spotted a plane and near the planeWas a- not-so-plain JaneSunning herself by a jungle poolHer purple bikini she had l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1120367/ none http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1107895/ A fictional narritive poem dealing with the departure of father off to war. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1094258/ A lament http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1092631/ A silly ditty by the Traveling Troubadour http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1042368/ four line free verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/1010067/ Spring in the time of Myth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/957501/ Chanson Pour La Femme Joli*  From my heart, I sing bonne chansons to thee je’t amie.For all the good I do, for all the chansons I sing art indeed inspired by thee,  the fairest of women.If I have displeased thee by revealing my heart.I s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/951068/ The Muse Betrayed (A warning from the Traveling Troubadour) Poets should never love those of the fairer sex. particularly if she be a poetess, by the Nine!* It should not be done! A poet dwells in a world Not meant for mortals to see poets must live alone; to pen their fantasies. It is only through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/948375/ Where are you my son? From our home you have gone, from our house, from our hearth--- I stand here alone. I am at lost here without you I know you're not near I seek but can't find you my eyes blurred by tears. Long night lies before me in darkness I sigh search for the sight of your face and the li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/930951/ A Love Poem in the Troubadour Style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/885243/ Winter scene (romance genre) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/848103/ A Song by the Traveling Troubadour http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/844717/ Romance written in the Troubadour style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/839494/ word poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/839321/ A poem for my Lady in the troubadour style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/836303/ A poem in the troubadour style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/833092/ "Oh Christmas Day is coming,"Poppa Boar exclaimed."Verry careful I must beor Pork shall be my name." The buck heard the boar; "I'm frightened too for man shall bring his gunand if I am not wary I'll be venison." The squirrel heard the whitetail"Oh wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/831904/  I have been cursed, damned, outlawed.Once I was envied, wined and dinedI entertained nobles, sang songs of praiseabout the lords and their ladies. Once upon a time I was filled with happinessSweet was my breath, my smile bright, I laughed readily, I danced, played my man.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/825192/ two Lovers and a cup of coffee http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/823034/ A poetic rendering of my love for my lady http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/820367/ final installment of the short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/807635/ a continuation of the short story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/806902/ A story in the time of Yellow Fever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/801823/ An Anti Bellum story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/797829/ The Troubadour has lost his Lady to a natural Disaster http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/795015/ He wears a maskso that none may seethe bitter hurt caused by she His heart she brokewith spite and hate declaringshe would no longer be his mate. He drinks too much, laughstoo loud. He's the life of the partythe clown of the crowd.  It it too late t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/788437/ A poem written in the troubadour mode http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/788202/ (A Sonnet) Dedicated to the woman who has my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/784946/ For Ma Donna* was the pen bit and this poem writ in the free troubadour style I prithee my lady enjoys it for it comes from the heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/781062/ Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/769321/ a continuation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/768104/ A continuation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/767020/ a continuation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/766644/ Oh oh trouible!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/728047/ 15 auot 1218 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/727733/ Toulouse 13 juillet 1218 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Patches/727091/