http://slow.writerscafe.org/Judy-Meibach The original writings of author Judy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992474 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Like Michael J. Fox's Marty McFly,  in the Back to the Future movies, I want to travel back in time in a Delorean car.   What was life like before I was born, how could I have altered the events of my life knowing  what I know now.   This all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1286609/ Wake up each morning with a smile on your face, a clear head, ready to conquer  the world, climbing  mountains that are as high as Mount Everest, in quest of   the panorama that is above, maybe the deity that is concealed.   Something to bel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1286602/ I want you to love me more, until I learn to love myself.    Your love is forceful,  transcending me to heights beyond  the galaxy,  without it, I am plummeted to hell,  a firestorm that burns me up like the devil and Satan.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1286600/ This is one of the first love poems that I wrote - it initially had a lot of cliche in it - but then - I adjusted it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1286598/ This was initially done as a project for a writing course - having to envision ourselves as 'something not human' - that being said, there are a great deal of metaphors in this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1282926/ Sitting alone  with my thoughtsracing through my mind in a circular manner,  like a tornado spiraling through towndamaging all of the nature and chattelshammering a deluge of rain all over the ground.   I am delirious; nothing makes sense.I feel like a character in  Rod Serl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1279033/ I want to forgive youfor the pain that you caused meto stumble from my throneand begin my quest upwards. I continually make these journeysthat propel me into whirlwinds of maniaand force me to falllike Humpty Dumpty. It seems a bit anomalous,but my mentality seems comparableto that of Hump.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1279015/ Why do I feel  like I am nothing without a man? Is it he who affirms me,completes me, makes me whole? Is he like one of the arcs in a circle,one of the angles in a triangle,or just a simple sliver?   No!   I am the whole figure,whether a circle, a triangle,or even a squ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1279012/ The chase has resumedI am like the road runnerchasing the rabbit,it seems that this is the only timethat my speed has accelerated tothat of the road runner;I am usually the tortoisebegrudgingly following the toad. But you,you are like the finish lineat the New York marathon,that pivotal spot at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1279001/ Open up your ears, like the petals of a rose.Allow them to listen to my woes,spreading their wisdom as a flower pollinates the air.  Open up your eyes,like the morning glory awakens each day,force the pupils to navigate their surroundings,looking for sites, both natural and not.  Let your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1278603/ Wake up each morningwith a smile on your face,a clear head,ready to conquer the world, climbing  mountainsthat are as highas Mount Everest, in questof   the panorama that is above,maybe the deity that is concealed.  Something to believe in,to make life worth living, a purpose,we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1278599/ I want youto love me more, untilI learn to love myself.Your devotion is forceful,transcending me to heightsbeyond the galaxy,without it,I am plummeted to hell,a firestorm that burns me uplike the devil and Satan. You are my messiah,elevating me to the hereafter,where I can be someone,I am not,o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1278594/ The summer is over and so are the romances the so-called loves that were supposed to last a lifetime.   The men who yearned  to be with me and  be with me and yet would not  be with me   Is it me that wants too.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1278591/ An ekphrastic poem is one that is based on either music or art http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1278589/        The e/mail said, "Open Immediately".  When I opened it, it was from me, but from a few years forward, January 9th, 2016, my 55th birthday!  I was writing to everybody in the United States whom I knew.  By then, I knew a lot of people.  I was telling the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1275908/  Poetry is my best friendallowing me to bewho I really am, navigatingthe turbulent seas with meand still keeping me afloat.   It lets me venture the unknown,into a kaleidoscope  turning,rotating, revolving from broken blue triangles, to sunny yellow stars - the kaleidoscope .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1275904/ I want youto see meas more than a friend, as a woman,complete with breasts and behind, that are largerthan most, but as big as my heart.   I am a woman,sensitive and caring with feelingsthat run as deep as the Mediterranean Sea.  But because the outer shell of medoes not appear as fem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1275900/ Preamble: Despondent woman who is lonely and is looking for companionship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271862/ You call me 'honey-bunny'. The dictionary says that this is a sobriquet, a moniker, a pet name. Yet you say I am not dainty. Dainty is delicate, fragile, fine or lovely. I am dainty in my own way. Articulate, aggressive, vociferous, yet insecure. I am a woman - Physicall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271861/ January 9, 2011I was a half century -Should I not be twice as smart,twice as versedthan I was a quarter century ago?Rather, I feelunenlightened, behind the times,living some fabrication.Each step I ascendTwo are descended. I am moving ahead as an independent woman,a wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271748/ I do not know if this is really a story, or a prose poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271743/ You are the brother I never had consoling me when I am down like the valleys.     The salty tears run down my face like the waters  that flood the rivers of the hollow.   It is incestuous between us, faux bro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271733/   When you touch me, I feel tingling through my bones, which forces the corpuscles in my blood to move rapidly as the Niagara Falls descend  down the springs.       It is just a hug, but it feels like so much more; with my rubenesque figure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271605/ Both of you are my obsession,   you,  promised me the world; trips to Cape Cod in your beat-up van, unwearied rotations around the shopping center to teach me how to drive, knowing what an anxious and slow-learner I was, and yet putting your life on the line, yet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271602/ The connection between her elderly father in the nursing home and Good Humor ice cream cones is understandable, yet questionable.   Elderly men have dentures. They need to eat soft food.  They think like children often, as her father does, because of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1271600/ I know that there are those who hate you as much as me, perhapssome less, but I know that with your arrival each month,28 days, to be more specific,I am plagued with pain and agony,anger and annoyance, at why I am a woman,and the trials and tribulations, onlyaffect me and others of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1270054/ I want you to love me.I want you to make love to me.Hold me, caress me,from top to bottom.Cradle my face in the palms of your strong, but tender hands,kiss each cheek,sliding your hungry hands down my neck,to touch my well endowed breasts,encircling the n*****s with the tips of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1270052/ Written from a muse as a result of a short term love affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1269060/ A tribute to my father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1268868/ This is a poem whose muse was a former intimate relationship that I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Meibach/1268867/