http://slow.writerscafe.org/BettyM The original writings of author Betty en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991212 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The steady pace of time is on occasions sublime;When the horror of life is all but a lie,When day to day ominous clouds mask the suns gentle ray ,When the cold grip of doubt hurls faith to the bay;Oh when misery craves for the presence of the end to shine,Truly sublime is the restless pace of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1236905/ A flicker it was, not today but on days long pastJust a thing of beauty, when darkness rules the sky; Its presence seemed as if it had a spell to cast A spell to vanish all of humanities sigh;The meaning of life when with a flicker lived Was beauty I thought; oh, but what a fool I was.I felt all mot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1226844/ “Fear not the fearful, but the ignorant”So often have I heard the wisdom of this phrase, So often have the nobles pronounced its grace,But never had its melody seduced my soul to dance,Never had its renown colors been revealed to my sight,For it was to me, just a canvas bleak as the wall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1218400/ Just some short story i wrote :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1215246/ JUSTWood is just wood,A dead, lifeless piece of what was once a beautiful tree.A stone is just a stone,As dead and lifeless as it was before we were even born;A sole entity that has never felt the touch of time; A touch, life speaks of only in the language of rhyme.A sea is just a sea,A hollow groun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1202740/ A tulip flower, seems in shape, in form,Lavender would be its color, if by yellow atwain wasn’t torn;Like petals on stems, does wreath on a wick When a above a stick of wax a flame does flick:A flick, flick whose privies of the night does whisk,A flick, flick, whom to peer of dawn is meek.None.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1197512/ Before came anger's leave, just yesterdayBefore its presence in me was no longer truth,Many a time did alter, the night to dayMany a time did alter, the cold to warmth,And it did not leave with hands mild and empty,But forever was it gone with a piece of me.Then following it’s leave, just yest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1195952/ In colors vivid, either gloomy or bright,In red, violet, yellow, or even in blue,Has love been defined to not my heart, my soul but to my sight,And I saw each hue, without an ounce of woe,For it had my eyelids crease and I ceased to move,And just sat loving the colors of love.In weathers different C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1194331/ Neither is it the suffering, nor the hardship this field of battle beholds,Neither is it the sun, whose frown pity’s no earthly flesh,That makes me crave for that day, that night death calls;But it’s when the heart beat of truth I hear marching close,It’s when I see my blood drippi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1194252/ To hate, I must first recite the words of love,To ache, my flesh must first master the ways of comfortTo feel anger, I must first breath the air of peace,To believe, my soul and I must first unite;To live, my life must be a painting of all,To die, I must first be a citizen of the world.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1191672/ I pity those the sun frowns upon without pity,I tremor and shiver at just the thought of their misery,And of all the ill-fated, it is the desert my tears tremble for;My breath withdraws as to its long and dreary tale, I attend,A tale based upon not fear, not agony,But upon that one drip of rain had .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BettyM/1191670/