http://slow.writerscafe.org/misterjingo The original writings of author Christopher Withers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775447051 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A quick poem which came to mind when considering procrastination, forever putting off the changes needed for whatever and wherever we want to be. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1950545/ Sat on the beach this morning and felt the need to create something. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1948313/ Our world is measured in childhood grace,Future states, as yet unfolded,Birth the words, that claim and hold us.Cold consumer, of the void: Time, it strips our nous and voice, Memories fail and slowly rust,Our universe, it falls to dust.Life, life, a fairy tale, Whispered on the night.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1856278/ Stuck, still, traffic bound, satin silent solitude, surrounded by my fellow man, each encasedin learnt response,reacting to each small inflection,never more than their reflection.a woman walks, smile arresting,her soul is etched, by need and hate,contoured to her given face,her eyes cast back, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1799355/ semiotics and zen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1725138/ An unrevised poem trying to capture my bondage of lust and yearning to rise above such cravings and desires. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1501390/ An unrevised poem which sprang forth after reading Thomas' "Do not go gentle into that good night." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1501384/ A poem about my constant bemusement with my lack of control, or lack of willingness to take control, when I find myself irritable and argumentative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1416024/ I felt obliged to create this article detailing a recent confrontation with plagiarism and actions I felt compelled to take to protect my writing and myself.During the 2006-2010 period I was fairly active on a couple of poetry sites - the starlightcafe and poemhunter. Since then, I've posted very li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1414335/ stained hands scar rough lines upon the dirt,reinforcing a framework built upon a thousand lifetimes.held within such intricate lace:forgotten tongues and faded memories,each lost upon the sea of lines, worn away by time.each cut and curve defines a single momentchronicling innumerable loves and lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1414206/ A quick poem exploring my tendency to over analyse everything, rather than watch things unfold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1414059/ Deadlines besiege me, as stress pennoned limbsache for action, yet, procrastination consumes me.I know relief will come, when: task completeI can truly unbend, sit back and relax.Yet, brain benumbed, I irradiate in a backgroundof autogenous anxiety. I stare through the TV,study the grain on the page.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1413180/ leaning close, your watery, bloodshot eyeattempts to focus, yet fails each time.your breath belies a day spent working,as your sterile, whisky soaked breathchokes my senses.each word, you force upon my ears,expelling the horrors of death, your death,how one day you will not be here,how your own fath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411135/ long the gears have slowed their turn,blunt edge blurs each mindful stare,watchful state does not discern,accelerated, life, it burns.lost the gaze, the dreamers yearn,untethered feet do not return,lucid gaze succumbs to rust,hazed, the mirror, collects more dust.too late we see what we have lost,li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411133/ I search, I lookfor sublime touch, Of meaning inthe dirt and dust.A shred, a crack, a false perception, scrying clues of misdirection: more to life, greater meaning, imagination quelling reason.Yet, as always, in conclusion, symmetryit slays delusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411130/ rainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, givingdepth to its once flat surface, so that headlights drill down and refract, in its now mirrored facade.the world slowly melts, as a thousand drummers beatagainst my window, falling as a single sheet towards the sill. dark shapes, pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411124/ normalcy.the minds attempt to squeezeuniform meaning from the scolding chaos which permeates every square inch of this perceived reality.corn fed geese, fattened on memes,fools world constructed, andhappily closing the door on the prison, built with our own numb ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411122/ This was the first poem I ever wrote! It was some point in my teenage years if I remember correctly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411117/ midnight hair, cascades (is caught)flush against alabaster skin,blood red lips bloom with sudden ferocityin their bed of purest white, so they standas stark as fire - caught within nights place.azure pools, uncertain, questioning,bleed their colour down virgin cheekscarving lines of loss and lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411108/ the creases worn upon my hands -stretch back,run the course of lifetime past,others shaped as they shape meandcontra to erosions role,the lines, they deepen, expose the soul:unlikeness built, carved egos sum,a monument to blindness done.but times advance, quells not critics eye,erosions role resumes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1411053/ Life is  fake,life is  real,life:  a concept,  thoughtless spiel.Flesh bag, flesh sag,stitched to fragile bone,jelly eyes  suck the light,as brain devours the whole.Gibbered lips, cast to the air the only tale they're told,a truth, a truth, that casts no light beyond it's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410859/ A first draft from 2008. In retrospect, it could be polished up and perhaps become something special. It's posted as the original draft here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410834/ This was a foray into darker poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410831/ I wrote this in 2008 - I tend not to write romantic poetry, so this was a bit of a first attempt, created for a valentines card :). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410829/ First published 2006. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410438/ Published 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410436/ a villanelle. First published 2006. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410435/ Published in 2007. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misterjingo/1410430/ Written in 2009 http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91119292.html. 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