http://slow.writerscafe.org/LesNoble The original writings of author Misery en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986581 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You may call me IshmaelBut such is not my nameI’ve been known as JudasSon of Iscariot.And known as Cain,A first of many sons.Because...I let demons into Eden:Sensual, Silken, Seething.Once a child of paradise IKeeper of Gardens sublimeNow I drift fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2044707/ In a dream IWas a captainI was a kingAnd was flappingWanting to bringTo you a ringOf purest gold; But all my giftsCame from my soulMy soul is leadPulled from the earth; It has a priceBut has no worthSo in a dreamA captain poor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2040116/ Once I...Was a boy whoToyed with timeScattered it wideWasted it sublimeSpilled it like brineFrom a cistern;Now time...Has taken its turnFor it spills meLike sour beefOr rancid meatIn putrid heapsWhere pyres burn.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2036310/ “Drink deep and be overmuch merry, dear friend...”Toast our last of lifeFrom youth we did trainTo bear each struggleTo endure the pain;And yet...weep we nowIn these aging daysWhen once we chortledAt our childhood plays;How once we did run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2034918/ I think that I have always beenA laughingstock on this world’s skinYet offer sincere thanks to youWith much appreciation dueFor never did you cast a laughWhich cleaved my silly soul in halfNever did you make sport of meWhen you could have...so easily; Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2014404/ These quiet days aloneHead resting by the phoneUnforgiving of selfAnd blaming no one else;Noon, nearly comatoseYet taking one more doseThese are the quiet yearsNo sighs, no lies, no tears.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/2004508/ I wander through this graveyard worldA poet lost, mute of word;Some say Misery, some say Foolery,But, tell me, what have you heard? I stagger through this tomb-yard earthA poet no, drunkard yes;Once wise in mind, now a fool deaf and blind.Spare no wounds, dear on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1971732/ Missing the daysOf long ago whenYouthful whims setthe courseYouthful blood flowedin veinsPounding with Augustheat...Miss the days ofGarden walks whenRoses where hid inthicketsThick with tufts ofsupple fernsGleaming withautumn’s hues...Mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1883402/ I do not see deadpeopleRather, fading soulsOf departed thoseWho suffer with us nomore;I see not apparitionsBut hope lingeringIn places long knownNostalgic haunts ofthe gone.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1881100/ “Your poetry’s quite good; I’m surprised minor publishers canafford you.What’s the catch?”I drink.“How does that affect your words?”It seals the breeches in this wallWhere wanton lies constantly crawlIt fills my pen with more th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1881016/ (words to a daughter) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1880942/ Tonight they drop ... Into a chopThen swim like seals ... While the sea reelsAnd all for what?Another Op.In swamps they crawl ... Past lethal sprawlOf bounding mines ... Viper~laced vinesAnd ‘why’ you ask?To heed the call.Wind~swept hilltop ... Sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1880746/ We couldn’t be...Catchers in the rye savingOur little ones who tumbleDown maculating cliffs orAre dashed on befouling rocks;So we became...Hunters of the killersSpillers of fiendish bloodWolf stalkers in wolves’ guiseNot Catchers...nay...Avengers... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1880481/ For a quiet spaceOn an autumn dayYou shared of your timeAnd revealed your mindGiving me cause to smile;As dawn’s warming lightLifted chill of nightYou sweetly listenedWith eyes that glistenedCharming me with your style;I’ve seldom been wise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1880170/ How I lovedear Milk and OatsOatsbedecked in Milky gownsYet...Swift theywreak viciousnessInfamous forits ruthlessness“Gas!” ofprolonged tormentApt to giveno kindly peaceYes...Doest thou seekto drive meUnto open temptressarmsOf fatted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1879275/ PromisesmadeWhen thighsare splayedAs ruttingbeasts are banging youNever oncedid they follow through;Little girllostWhile coins were tossedInto yourwishing-well mattressAnd tearsrepaired in your black dress; Just a dimestoreA drunkard&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1878242/ I’ve knownforest greenHidden yesYou upon thepathIn veildress...At a flashof fleshOur woundspressMysticsounds sing asI confess...Words to a maidenYet suppressA deepertruth thatMaytransgress...--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1877792/ There is anethereal buzzSparklingbetwixt my eyesShimmeringbefore my face;A sensualethereal vibrationGlowingwarmly on my chestAnd ‘‘thrumping’’in my heart;Could suchbe loveA gossamergift givenTo a time-wornvagabond?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1876882/ YesI dreamI...Dream...Of human-nessOf lovely-nessMeant not formeYet I dodream;Of fondesttouchAnd slowcaressOf passion’sblushIn glow of dawn;Until I seeThis metalmeReflected trueIn watersstill;And for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1876402/ Sitting herein thisFamiliar desertof solitudeContemplating Lady FairEssenceshimmering afarEssence everalluringApple scentof flaxen locksHoneyscented purrs ofNakedwhispered wordsHere in thissolaceShe floatson dusty moatsThroughslants.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1875726/ “How does itfeel?”Surreal...everythingHas becomethe sigh-o-lensOf violinswithout their stringsOnce taught,vibrant strandsNow limp,lifeless tangles;Violinswhich sweetly soothedBeastlyBreasts of savageryNow pause on dusty boardsAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1875026/ Alas I’vecome toThe dyingend of lifeSave forsome fewGloriousdaysMost havebeen Milton’s“DarknessVisible”Memories arealleywaysLeading todark placesSelf-medication“vodka-cation”Eases much,masks moreA barrier‘gainst .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1874749/ He said:Save a little room in your soul for meWhen this war on terror ceases to beI will come home againTo gather each shattered end;And we will build anewThe life I once promised youA life we left one hard SeptemberAs many were lost, yet we remember;S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1873153/ Dear dreamsof you in fields of fernWherepassions shy do softly yearnTotouch a muse who touches meWithsounds of mirth and misery To feelthe muse in morning fieldAndthere let hearts’ desires yieldToreach beyond her silk caressAndshare with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1872606/ Wolves inthe folds ... Of cotton sheetsWolves inthe folds ... Of calling sheepNightmareshaunting ... The children’s sleepNighttimehowling ... Surrounds the bleats;Theirgrinning, growling ... Well-licked jowlsThoseforlorn, lore-filled ... Chilling howlsSharpest,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1872091/ And love istruth ... As truth is seenI fall, myfriend ... Deep in between;My life ismade ... Of scrubbing ragsUsed bysailors ... To scour hagsHulls thattrespass ... In merchant seasIn search ofgold ... In search of greedI’m the oldman ... Bereft of sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1871185/ To knowthine arms, Milady.When alleyes see upon meIgnobilityand wretchedness;When mineown eyes seeHollownessand lonelinessOf ascarecrow proscribedBy a Murderof Scarecrows,And yet...Thine eyesmust see lessFar lessthan all othersFor thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1870264/ Myriadwintry lights!Strange rays,refracted wavesCrisp,sharp, cool to a touchAs if glassmoonbeams poisedStained withLife’s full passions;Sky isnight, yet misplacedCloudsdisplaced by silenceThis momentso well knownWhen voiceless“things&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1869339/ What song dost thou singLittle bird of autumn gold?What tune so sweetly heardHas joy conjured in thy soul? Do sing a song of sevenpenceAnd add twopence for me,I’ll sing a dirge of seven woesAnd add one woe for thee.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1867878/ Only indreams...do these empty arms wrap themselves around so supple a frame. Only indreams...are tenderly inhaled the heather of hair, the perfume of skin. Only indreams...is the passion-drenched taste of an unknown kiss eagerly unveiled. Only indreams...Mila.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1867871/ Come home, Ka’shaunMay she know,And we sayNo...no...no,She sleeps anonSomewhere.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1851783/ I’ve sown my soul ... Amid scattered crowsIn fields of straw ... Where murders did roam; Sewn my battered ... Tattered scarecrow soulStitching its rend ... Life’s moribund hole.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1851782/ I touch my lipsTo naked hipsYet more than skinThey fervid tasteBlossoms of springSweet summer winesShyly romanceMy tender sipsOf naked hips.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1851780/ Your poettriedDearprincess brideTo gallantrideWhere truthsabideYet...My foot didslipMy soul didslideForsooth,for shameFor nakedpride; Your barddid failDearnightingaleWhilevillains railWhile hordesassailAnd...Our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1817781/ Inspired by Shawn Colvin’s version of ‘Viva Las Vegas’. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1732231/ I sought one girlIn all this worldBut there was none;By fate’s decreeAlone I’d beFor sorrows done;Now here we dieSweet Muse and IAnd ... poetry;For sake of oneWhen there is noneTo stay with me.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1667564/ The men in black ... Are just out backPutting locks upon the gateI took what’s mine ... Which took no timeFit it all in a wooden crate;I have been bad ... Now all I hadHas all been taken awayBut you my dear ... Still you are hereJust when I needed you to stay... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1662577/ When the last scribe of miserySplatters his brain upon a wallSons of mighty men will laughBut their daughters will call...“Where is the poet who loved our flaws  Who loved woundssorrows did cause?”“Where is the poet who wished us well.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1662097/ When the bitter-sweetTurns bitter-bileWill your darling eyesYet make me smile?If you say ‘Yes’I will say ‘Yes’And say ‘I do’With only you.--Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1660807/ It does not strikeIn the passage of a nightLike weeds that sproutIn a garden plotBut by degreesOf a sure and slow turningThese sinews decayThis youth retreatsTo the dusty sanctuariesOf memories held jealously. --Misery http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1657879/ If you were a snowflakeI could taste you on my tongueIf you were a raindropI should catch you in my mouthIf you were the windI could feel you on my skinBut you … you are “words”Mute and distant wordsIn shy and silken gownsNo voice, no sound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1656611/ Our last toast is held highThis final toast to myYesteryear band of brothers.Our last war is distantDeeds packed in dust and lintScattered, yet always brothers.Our last action is doneAnd gains by war are nonePoor we are, but still brothers.This last to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1634129/ My lawyer  ‘J. NobleDaggett’Says there’s Veritas in bourbon tumblersAnd poetry in brandy sniftersSparkling in fire light;My lawyer  ‘J. NobleDaggett’Says there’s honesty in drunkennessAnd misery made beautifulIn golden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1630388/ (for Abigale LeCavalier) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1628075/ He said:“I’ve let a stranger into our house.” Now thicket vines entwine Vexing thistles ensnare Venomous thorns bar egress.“I’ve let a stranger into our house.” In mute reflection...I burn So slowly thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1625231/ He nestles down ... On crackling ashHis lasting curse ... Of choices made;Night’s silent rage ... Rips into woundsTime never healed ... Love never salved;He nestles down ... On rotting woodAs autumn gives ... Its parting gifts;Now winter calls ... From waiti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1625209/ We’ve had long daysAnd known hard nightsOf hemlock and nightshadeOf weeping wives and bar fights,From Romeo’sTragic love themesTo midsummer night’sFanciful dream scenesAnd...Dark eyes raining in a storm;We’ve seen ugly girlsSinging .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1611853/ Through the walls crackedAnd floorboards warpedI could hear her screaming“Make it stop!  Make it stop!”Was it absintheOr heroine,Was she merely dreaming?“Make it stop!  Make it stop!”I left my roomTo play the sleuthSte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1607410/ These words are for youFor you...the womanWith eyes of brightAnd sun-kissed grinDressed in dawn's glowAnd sunset’s kiss;These words are to youTo you…the womanAdorned with lightSun-songs withinA flower’s soulIn woman’s bliss... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1607085/ Gruesome lines of bloody sheetsShrouded bodies on mangled streetsMaiden faces marred black and blueWombs that never soft love knewWar babies born of serial rapeImminent death their only escape;While the peacekeepers...keep watchSmoking Cubans and sipping scotchIt&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LesNoble/1606312/