http://slow.writerscafe.org/crea8iv The original writings of author Barry S. Maltese en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978302 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The vast majority of people do not judge on the basis of skin color, or Race. Especially here at the Cafe . . . I wish that those who seek to push racism when ever they can will someday opt for peace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/1228035/ The first step of change is to seethe problems that deter what you should beThink before you do -and that reflex will not control youand from your bad habit - you'll be free I am not claiming that it is not hardbecause you were delt a terrible cardbut you can choose not to play it -when you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/584029/ Like a hammer chizzles a stone our experience carves out our lives Shaped by the things we are forced to go through our personality adjusts, and thrives. From the steps that we stumble as a child to the times we rise, when we are grown The scars that we have from all we went through are not all that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/573906/ How quickly they grow -right before our eyesSo subtle that we don't realizetill one day in a very special lightwe somehow witness an amazing sight.Maybe it was tough for us to beholdmaybe our hearts refused to be toldthat the little one is not little anymoreand is living a life with so much in store.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/568887/ Written for a contest created by a very special person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/558730/ When you assess the values of the things in your worldlike the importance of all that is shared.You might find the greatness of people you've knownthrough the level of how much they cared. You will see each time that you reached a goalby connecting the contributing facesIt is some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/553844/ There was a time, when I was a child. When faith was a strength, and never defiled. But then there were few, who decided today, that God is offensive and be driven away. So now all the many, who had God on their side, gave up that great strength, and also their pride. They are letting th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/495385/  Nature’s TouchBy Barry S. Maltese  The wind blew over my bodyCaressing me softly with natures own touchThe smell just filled up my sensesWith a flavor that I longed for so much. I felt the warmth of the sunlightJoining with the energy of my very being.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/401007/ I reposted this on for a contest of a good friend. I wrote during an evening stroll on Jones Beach http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/400541/ Today's shameful truth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/376489/ Is this what God really wants from us? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/347719/  Onto the fieldBy Barry S. Maltese In the air of CompetitionWe are set to give our allDoing our best to focusWe must now answer the callNEVER harboring resentmentFor the ones we face todayCause we know that in this challengeThat we each feel the same way Givi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/337337/ A Person's True Measureby Barry S. Maltese  With all of the bills that had lay before methe sight was not one that I longed to seeThe numbers added up in a furious wayand each of them thought they had the right to stay But then a call comes from a real true friendw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/313691/ There Inside The Darknessby Barry S. Maltese  There inside the darkness it seems like you're aloneAs if you have no one to help - in person or on the phoneNo one there, as you reach out, as alone as one could bebut when you're there - lost in the dark - how could anyone see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/305810/ To the Human SpiritBy Barry S. Maltese  I have seen enough of life to knowHow resilient Human Nature can beI have admired survivors of many a trialHere At home, and far across the sea I know in the face of injustice“Good” shall eventually prevailAnd o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/285632/ Painful confessions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/271822/ written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/271473/ Where are you? You gently inquire. . . Some voice an opinion filled with ire.For after disappointment - I just disappearedabandoning those who were endeared But few ask about me, and why I leftor care about the pain suffered from the theftI lost my soul which was supposed to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crea8iv/249785/