http://slow.writerscafe.org/NaomiGreene The original writings of author Moonie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978419 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 ~It's my birthday and I wrote this~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2896874/ ~just a short poem i wrote while on the phone~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2879192/ Champagne-gold moonlight.Queen Anne's lace. We pass our time together in this messy messianic maze,waiting for silk-lined evermoresand folklores of lovers entwined.You sweep me off my feetas if the years that led to this were empty and meaningless,and the last few weeks were the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2860384/ I have envisioned the burning of the school,A bonfire of textbooks and papers,Flames licking the brick and mortar,Reducing the edifice to ashes.A pyre of dissent, a requiem of rage,A symbol of our resistance to the cage,A final stand against the dystopian age,Where education is but a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2852697/ senryu collection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2846632/ ~hot cocoa and melting marshmallows~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2844277/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2832279/ ~chaos, mud and dirt~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2832063/ plum blossom, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2831588/ ∽Wabi-sabi with my wasabi∽ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2829388/ We sit on the teetering edgeof the city,intertwining blanched knuckles.A dream scenario that drifts on ghost wingslike a skeletal butterfly on chemtrailsalong the lines of your tattooed forearm.There's heaven in you,racing waves crash so pure and blueagainst rocky covesand dot-blotted flower valleys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2827289/ ~mental pretzel knot~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2798890/ ~oil-slick optimism~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2798393/ ~sherbet pastel tones~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2767598/ ~When you grow up, your heart dies~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2466020/ ~A dark take on the holiday season~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2466019/ ~Zen~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2429738/ ~Inspired from Frida's painting Henry Ford Hospital ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2397611/ ~Fishbowl world~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2396455/ From blue shadowsof the snowglobe, we'll float uplike ghosts over the crumbling cityscape.Sugar blue pixy stix,the sour-sweet taste on my lips. When I'm misty eyed and unbound,I listen to sounds of solo melancholy, not romance. Feel it soft and pure as snowfalling on ears that thir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2178674/ ~I think my heart is still enjoying autumn, even in bright May~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2174957/ The world is afflicted with affabulations ofapocalyptic,cataclysmic,cryptic endings.But today,we can sit among the grassrootsand breathe in the magic vision of this last sunset, when everything in the worldis an orange gelatinous swirl,drink up the music of our fledgling roma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2172712/ ~a poem for all the 12 signs~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2167276/ Moonwash http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2166782/ I have seen but a few days,but I can interpret inverted omens;I recognize the injustice of infirmity,and the denouncement of innocence;how the body becomes a hole for worms to slither through, how the soul becomes an abyss of nightmares and entrapment.I know the smell of lifeless blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2165056/ ~Posting an autumn poem in February~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2163446/ We are the men you see down the road,living a legacy of dreamsgone down the gutter, drowned under the tide of endless moments,frozen like the smiles of stillborns, who are unaware of the lackluster lives awaiting them.(A pale threnody rings outin the plush, powder-blue parlorwher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2161989/ ~reptilian recluse~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2161965/ ~martyr Mars' masquerade~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2160940/ ~Rock of Gibraltar~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2151844/ Haven't decided on the title, feel free to suggest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2151839/ O bright nebulae inthis shroom box of darkness,weaved by wicked Godsthat waft wastefully andconsume everything created.Here we stand,reducedto our coffee cup caricatures,husks of the men we were once,strandedon Escher-esque stairs,under bitter ozone aromasof lightenings to co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2151835/ Eye of the pink pale moonembalmed in the soft cradling glow,like sparkly gluespilled,around the edges of a curved cardboard cutout,dripping,with light like when he was first crownedKing of the Rainy season,with a feast of floral broth, and a toastof sanguine wineto another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2135784/ In summer's slice of life's pie,heat beats down, both wet and dry,ov'r valleys, which I call my childhood home.Insects pitch a welcome note, the constant cry,and chirrup of the songbird's voice,that'll startle the stillness of the air below.Lo, and behold, a cooling breeze doth begin to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2110909/ Donot hasten the silken winds that blow,the call of the clock, the magnetic ebb and flow.In the dichotomy of moments, that you linger behind--in the most fortuitous times, I seem to find,you in trails of violet kisses, traced with fingertips,in coffee whispers of future nights... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2101360/ ~for a slam poetry contest I would be participating in~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2098346/ On her sunglasses,buttermilk clouds bask.February winds rise in wavesand blossom inwards.Drinking the lemonade sun,her fruit punch lips lust for March's soft kisses, laden with wild wisteria musk,that'd leave peach juicesdribbling down her chin,onto her honeyed breasts, trailin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2097316/ My heart's aglow,like a dusty lava lamp,on the midnight stroll, setting camp,like nomads into an iglooof powder-blue ice.Ice-lolly midnight,Mistress Mooniesits placidly atop, staring down with crystalized light.Waiting will suffocate us.Setting sight,with glazed marble eyes, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2096650/ ~A scribble to get the muse to work again~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2096066/ ~Life through rose-tinted glasses~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2047674/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2046663/ I can picture youin a mile long field,under the Sun- its warmth crab-dancingon your skin, leaving trails offreckled kisses on your nose and cheeks.Wind in your hair,and joy in your amber eyes,I see your fingertips combingthrough the daisies,the grass tickling your bare toes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2041407/ ~Spectrum Part 4~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2038896/ ~Spectrum part 3~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2038096/ ~Spectrum part 2~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2038095/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2038094/ ~spectrum part 1~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2037910/ Life in glass bottles often perishes. It shrivels, and dies too soon-dropping down deadlike swattered flies on sweltering fridays.The snowflakes, so preserved melt into oblivion-becoming, again, a shapelessblotch of dirty water.We are all glass jars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2036493/ Paint me in the colors of Spring-Egg yolk yellow, andSugar plum pink.Turquoise of the clear sky,and in shades of saffron and honey.Bordeaux of a butterfly, sour chardonnay green.Paint me with a kaleidoscopic palleteof violet specks and golden hues.Paint me in fuschia and lime, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2011797/ ~Love is like lightening; it is electric!~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaomiGreene/2004716/