http://slow.writerscafe.org/HughOliver The original writings of author Hugh Oliver en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979509 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An Ode to Dutch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1844990/ Lucy (describes her wedding day) but all is not what it seems. her happinest day on earth. You decide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1626956/ A walk into a scenery of strife,With Poverty rife,An exhibit, of ancient ruin, of fractured life,As people simply passby,None can look directly in it's eye,Your shallow breath and hanging fear,surrounds and clouds your senses hereThe Living dead trudge up and down without purpose, wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1292442/ Knee on chin, head in handsBalled and roundA mind six feet under groundDesperate DespairIsolated and wrought.Darkened hopeA lengthy ropeA choke, splutter, then final croakAn empty shell, Decaying smell, An end to unrelenting hell http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1292441/ Even now without herher scent can still sustain me,breathe life into my soulEvery minute I endure without her drains me,every hour leaves a gaping holeEvery move I make is to her,each step I take my gainWith the courage that I am worthy of hera bravery that she may feel the same.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1292437/ A Project involving the story of our prantagonist Kenny. One of life's sorry characters in London. Finding Love life and meaning in a city as longly as himself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1254056/  Pay Homage to the oldSalute the newBid farewell to the nightAnd greet the day Look at those that did But watch out of those still yet to doPlace laurels, they are a standard set and madeYet continue forward to the water's edgeOut f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1234754/ Goodnight my little brother,Don't worry I won't turn off the light.Your right to worry, as Mum might have to leave tonight.The light will keep you safe and you will seeBut I will shut my eyes and take on these dreams of what will come and what will be.You keep oh so quiet and I will too, and our han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1234749/ Atop a ridge on, High up in wooded mountain canyonsIn an abandoned cabin abound with thicketBehind it only door , Is a room, and in that roomThere is a chest, and in that chestThere is a Draw- my draw of Dreams. In my draw of Dreams, is a box with no lidhidden, unknown, unheard, unseenStitched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1226000/ To stand up tall; to hold your lineTo dream of a better world more refinedTo reach up to the stars; and still leave them where they layTo arch and bend down to humble earth; and change what should and mayTo stand up tall; yet hold your prideTo dream a’ better place; create an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1225395/ We were the invincible,We were the future,We lived in the present and we had no pastWe laughed, hardLike the world was ending and the moment had to lastTime was whiled awayThere was no fear and worries kept at bayFrom the toss of a coinWe had no regrets from bad decisions,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1225393/ Amber glows on the verges of roads.A silent buzz of dulled lights and electricityThe anticipation of life sprung from nothingA feeling of somethingYet to happen in a strange paradox of peaceA third view feeling where nothing and everything touches you.Walking, absorbing, and the reeling .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1225391/ 'We are the books we read,The Fantasies, the histories,The parables and prophetsThe Poem and Pentameter.We are the Music we hear,The Sonnets and the StanzasThe Rhythm and the RhymeThe melody, the tunes in time We are the cities we breatheThe breeze and the scents,the cracks in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1225390/ Heart lowers with each breathe Shoulders shrug between would-be rest Eyes drooped down on crushed mound of heaping mess And all the while I cannot sleep. While lost I clutch at the tops of stems The buds rip off, and settle in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HughOliver/1225373/