http://slow.writerscafe.org/bobbigmac The original writings of author Bob Davies en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028656 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In this agewhat remainsto make a man?I was not bornto this worldwith a sword,but I was bornto this worldwith my word.In this agethat remainsto make a man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/642448/ I started out as a novice. Once.I made mistakes, and learned.Still, I'm plagued by the thought that failure is still an option.Not only that, it's the default action. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/630502/ My Dear...I write in the hopethis message finds you well.Or that you find ityourself when you googleme. The tongue stays fastin our shared reality, and must be saidI cannot say.But I know you knowthe truthforever and a day.I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/580822/ I used to believeI'd eventually becomean old manwho was once in love.But you taught me joy,and brought the things I'd never known before.Love was painand pain was love,but no more.Requited love...who'd have thunk it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/580813/ Frozen with indecisionI wait.Not long I'm sure,till I finally makethe fatefulmistake.But fearleads to anger,and angerto hate.So I act.I aim to changeand hopenot to break.Cos I couldnot taketo lose you,my mate.<3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/574048/ Beneath the same old moonwhich has seen conflictand passions rage.Our forefathers held to bearand eons of passing pain.Beneath the same old moonwe wage our ways.It's seen it all, yet nothing,in the face of things to come.It waits, the same old moonfor us to pass away,for it's time to be.It's time to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/569786/ For the "Write This Poem" challenge. (It said "based on" rather than "included" so I've altered the provided lines a bit) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/543712/ Lost as I quivered, surprising touch.As you first clasped my hand,jumped my heart, opened to our embrace.Lost as I teetered over luscious lips,remembered breasts, hands and legs.Pearly white beads, goose-pimpled red cheeks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/543709/ Deep withinmy tiny voice screams.Locked away and forgotten:I whimper... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/541474/ My fear...Often seemed a tale alone,but it isn't, it's all joined.So now you hold me at your breastand I hear your slow, calming breath.My temples beat against your chest and I fear:the worst of all to losethe one I hold most dear.My dear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobbigmac/541143/