http://slow.writerscafe.org/jerhart The original writings of author Jeff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775437455 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Free-will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200765/ response to a Versanator Challenge about your biggest fear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200763/ Written for a Versanators Challenge. Play on the letters that make up the word 'patience'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200758/  On an emerald lake, beneath a starlit night, we ride on a wooden boat.A gentle breeze blows into your hair that flows over your eyes.You don't seem to be bothered as you slide deeper into a state of pure happiness. I can't help but smile, the way I see your life set out for you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200757/ Another poem on hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200755/ One of my first romance pieces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200749/ Earlier piece on love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200748/ Short but sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200746/ Hope, in my belief, the strongest of all human abilities. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200745/ The rise and fall of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200743/ Inspired by Lord of the Rings and many Romantic Era poets... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200742/ Introspective look back at my childhood http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200739/ A play on the phrase "Veni, Vidi, Vici!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200737/ to be truly selfless in nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200733/  One night, a solitude voice called out in the night airOnly to be heard by the nightingale,perched above the dark world below.The nightingale tilted his head to the sideListening to this melancholy song, unlike his own.Sadden by what he heardHe warbled out a lullaby to soothe her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200730/ About a friend who lost her friend to suicide. Literally written minutes after seeing her find out for the first time. Only poem that ever truly flowed from me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200728/ These are lines from the noted tracks correlating to the title's numbers on the John Mayer album Room For Squares. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200724/  I wonder what the Pacific Ocean would taste like...Would I cringe at the flavor or smile at the spike?I wonder how it would feel to run my fingers through a camel's back...Would I laugh at the touch or jump off his rack?I wonder where I would step if I were on the Alps' Peak...Woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200722/  I am the Wanderer,The collector of lost dreams.I carry with me a burdenOf a thousand unspoken ambitions.With a sack on my back,And the road ahead,I search for their owners. Lost, but not forgotten,I take care of these desires.Forgotten is a word for the despaired,L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200721/ spin off a character I created in a previous poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200718/ a play on the old poem called The Wasteland http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200717/  There are certain things among a midsummer nightThat stops the crickets from chirping their melodic wings.That hold the scavengers of the mighty forest floor at bayAnd carry them no further from their nightly routines.I do believe I am referring to Love.No, not Love.Love does not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200716/ the start of a film-noir novel I want to write concerning a washed up detective http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200713/ from an earlier contest about your first love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jerhart/200711/