http://slow.writerscafe.org/ajck786 The original writings of author A Jackson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020023 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When the moon sets upon the ageing EarthCasting a dim light over allFew seconds repeat, no day, no nightA stillness sits on the mountain.A foreign language is spoken, shaking the treesThe wind is all that's survivedThe Earth that used to reap such lifeIs trapped in the darkness of light.The ech.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1362576/ Alzheimer's affects thousands of people every year, this poem is about a husband who desperately wants to keep hold of his memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1356215/ As roads turn to gravesNow streams of anguish flow.Bodies are bodies, the people are goneThe lives of the innocent are pained, too many A murderous plea to all “Death to save their sins”.Forgotten are the teachings, oldThey’ve forgotten the word of the Lord;  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1351596/ You’ve made it clear, I know where I standI’m on the sidelines, cheering you onYou want me here, but not too closeI can do this now but I’m falling apart. You call me and I come runningI’m playing the part, giving myself to youYour knife in my chest, I’m bleedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1328873/ And the sun renews the dry dying grass.And memories of cold will soon pass.Are like gentle, soft kisses that you can feel insideBecause Summer is coming, it’s time to celebrate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1327221/ There is always someone watching over you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1327208/ One valiant horse, his mane so fairRoaming the lands he is freeThe Stallion of the Savannah.His hoofprints sink into the sandAs he wanders the daysAnd dreams of the nightsThat he can run with another so grand.Eternal freedom makes one dwell onAll the things that could have beenTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1323970/ Having never written a Haiku or Tanka poem before, I thought it would be nice to write something different for a change. Here is my Tanka poem: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1323722/ Dreams of what could have been,memories of the pastI'd have followed you anywhere, youjust needed to ask.And now rain is a certainty, when it'scold and I'm aloneBut don't think that's a sign that Iwant you to come home. I'm not asking you to love me, itdoesn't affect me eit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1322418/ A poem about heartache and being alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1321575/ How being stood up and let down can be the worst feeling in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1319475/ Mirror mirror on the wallStaring at me through the scrawlI know you see, I know you hearThe sick feeling is drawing near.I close my eyes, I can still seeYour haunting face is watching me.I have to rid myself of this painMy sanity, I cannot regain.My stomach turns, it burns inside,I've said goodbye t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313920/ What did you want to be when you grew up? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313136/ his one is quite an old piece, having written it one Summer after a long walk around the local nature reserve, desperately searching for inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313135/ I struggled to come up with a title for this one but after I thought about what I had written, the contradiction that comes through when you really think about the words, the title became very clear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313134/ Just a little something to cheer you all up at this gloomy time of year! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313128/ This was written for my grandma on her 80th birthday as a special reminder, and thank you, that every day is a gift. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313123/ I wrote this when I was still at school and we were studying 'Of Mice and Men'. We were tasked with the assignment to create a poem that would reflect our very own 'American Dream'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313122/ A reflection of the contradiction and confusion that we face in our every day lives and how modern lives have changed in the eyes of religion over time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1313120/ This is written through the eyes of an elderly war veteran as he visits Omaha Beach for the first time since the war. Published in my book under the name 'Memories of a Past Life'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1304802/ An article focus on self-harm and the reasons behind it. Based on personal experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1304800/ I'll let you interpret your own meaning into this new short poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ajck786/1304799/