http://slow.writerscafe.org/paddyddaly The original writings of author paddy d daly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986538 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Children have their Chests blown open,Only to reveal Jewels Of blood red blood.Man's invention of Rocket and missile, So far away from school books And little fingers turning pages. Go back and revise, thinkOf images in your mind,Think of your children And stop, stop the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1770277/ The children's chests are blown open Only to reveal the Jewels of red blood. Man's invention of Missile and rocket, Far away from school books and little fingers turning pages Stop I s http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1770269/ Conflict reignsbattles begin again,Mind versus Soula new war of words.Then a brief reprieve,comfort from the dark,the cold winds and rainlash off the window pane.Then, back into action again, Twist and turn of the sleeplessManoueuvering for position,Pondering the dark pound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1723069/ A door is like a question mark,What lies on theother side, Oh, IThink you know, I found the key,Found little Sanctuary. We stood there M istletoed in themiddle of July,Our hearts fuelled upI was a Lamborghini and you a Ferrari, Both of us were ready for the chequered fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1722341/ "For Valentine lol" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1721941/ Talking to myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1719833/ First love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1718550/ Non descript. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1716393/ Old Irish ways http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1715440/ Thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1709966/ Away from home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1708240/ Ordinary life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1707053/ Farm yard days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1704754/ It warms you up twice they say,First time in late September Sunshine,That back breaking earthdrawn swinging, Eyes salt stinging, shirt back sticking.The only thing that kept you goingwas the whack and crack and split,The scent reward invading your senses. Endeavour is always better tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1703605/ Affair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1687110/ Something a little lighter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1686613/ Follow up to doll in a China shop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1685865/ Death, wife, dealing with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1685151/ November, neither here nor there wedged between Autumn and winter with the black dog everywhere and rain and rain and more rain,The black now incessantly incessant.Lord Jesus, bring me winter and frost and snow and weak Sun breaking through to herald a might be sprightly spring .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1665243/ Take me back to the sixties andlet me die in imagined sunshine,kill me in kodachrome colors and cliches.Let me lie on your soft shoulder Cathyon a greyhound bus bound for nowhere,show me the fires burn across the south,I envy the intensity and token black smokewhere silver chrome of chevrolet salve .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1372223/ the same but different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1347595/ We foughtside by side,you and I,We crossed our heartsand hoped not to die,we battled forwardwhen time was right,time was we slunk backlike rats in the night,We held ourselvestogether by ourselvesand returned asemptied shells. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1346273/ He has been signedinto insignificance.The pen scribbledunfathomable signaturehas sealed his doom.Escape is non-existent.He has found his throne,it sits squat and squaredhigh up and on top ofthe worlds scrapheap.His reign will be shortas mercy comes to his mercy,another soul shallslink up shortlyto t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1341740/ a children's kingdom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1340865/ Lucy, the downssyndrome childwill only sleep at thefoot of the bed, curled,curled up into a little ball,her source of comfortare her sister's feet,pressed against her back,they are her regulator,this little thermostat beingwill throw the covers back and forth,to what ever heat or cold she may f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1339787/ This port town heart hasall kinds of comings and goings,some part of my heart,the best of all badness,the worst of all goodness,the equality of all equations,some laying down of rising uphas the feeling of bad morning,To face the rising sun,what I call the blistering ,The eventuality of waking upfro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1337909/ I have come from a small place,so small now in this time it almostpales into insignificance, yetthis place where I come fromhas made me what I am,But it is far more than place,it is people and the fillingof that small space.The harshness of words taken,The beauty of love received,all of those things.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1335639/ part fact, mostly fictional, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1333786/ We are here now,A fire burns behind us,it crackles and smellsof turf and earth,You stand before me,I place a thumb and fingersoftly on your cheek,This effort now isto turn back a leaf,To turn yellowed pagesback to bright white,No scars, just pure,to be young againand carelessly unsure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1332843/ The men gatherat the church gable,so old now andso very few,They are falling backinto the earth fromwhence they came,yet they hold onto their earthiness,The women slip in,quietly, heads bowed,their knowing eyesequally as wise,everyone knows their spacein this dying place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1332288/ I covered myself in glory,the whole world loved me,a knight in shining foil wrapa star just to gaze at.But I, myself, just mehad to pick at a little piece,Just to see what lay beneath.The whole thing unraveled.The tinsel and the ticker tapewafting on the breeze, no shape,That silver mirror space rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1331294/ special scent dog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1328710/ The poet is stoopedin the rain,Slicing daffodils withher Silver Scissors,Instinct lifts her eyesto find him standingat the headland,Dark haired and arrogant.She hates her soul,hates her wishful mind,her wanting him to walk by,to place fingers on her shoulder,an act of acknowledgment.Should she feel .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1328146/ I watched the Moon,                     Rise today at noon,to chase reflectionsof her big brotheracross the backdropof a bright blue sky.Her face pale now turns brightas he drops west out of sight,She smiles a smile of wisdomknowing to trust his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1327656/ the way we think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1326068/ i said a wrong word http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1325550/ ''to my grandchild'' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1325524/ '' my granddad '' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1324658/ I stare at a starand wonder how manymillion light years ithas taken to come so far,What I see now is so farbeyond me it may even be death,an explosion in it's own magnificence,Sometimes I think like this.Other times I think differently,about images that might swirl aroundin a little five year old's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1323730/ It's been raining for months,yet the season comes aroundin spite of itself,I saw the old man outsidefor the first time this year,crawled out from under thethatch, a double rainbowsplits a steel grey sky.Spring lifts it's head,as ever as always.The air is warming now,I can feel it in your bones,some .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1322862/ Is my mind a stateor just a state of mind,I have slipped into recovery,but only in a delicate kind of way,I can hardly imagine what that 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shack,nestled there beside the lake,the fire inside already setin my mothers anticipation.I inhale a deep breathand imagine the smell of air,fragranced by herb and flower,the dyin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1316582/ to a poet lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1316568/ a minor rant http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1315758/ to be one with the earth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/paddyddaly/1314837/