http://slow.writerscafe.org/jrid213 The original writings of author parentheses en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990535 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 spastic honesty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/2036417/ i haven't written a poem in a long time, im sure this sucks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/2036398/ a grassy fieldbeneath a cloudy skywhere it never rainsand no birds flynor bee, nor buzzardnor cricket, nor crownothing diesand nothing growsthere is not but timetime and more timeall alone, just Iand the thoughts in my mindand I laugh to myselfat the thoughts passing byas I think back to lifeand how.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1949539/ I’ve felt the magic so many times,the butterflies and sleepless nights In my youth that’s all love was, the poetry and the cosmic tug Effortless as the rising sun,slipping to night the same as it come “The heavens know best” I’d say to myself,absolving my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1930532/ The poor and their hopeEnough to cope, enough to cushion the ropeTheir necks still break, their kin still weep But the world still turns if hope they keep The rich and their stuffNever too much and never enoughThe earth stripped bare, the people despairBut their lust for stuff is their onl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1869251/ Ideas without wordsTrapped in abstractDancing in my headOutwitting my grasp Quite a sight, I swear!Quite a burden I bear  A witless witness Indentured to stare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1837094/ A wand'ring mind adrift at sea, a mellow whine it's guiding breeze.Towards horizons blind and free,where sun and sea do finally meet.A casual, calm, cacophony,this azure-scarlet rhapsody.Oh dear life grant me reprieve,that this, not thee, be reality. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1824503/ My form, my skin, my only proof of original sinSo warm, so thin, this fragile tomb I’m imprisoned in Why is it, I feel so pensive, revealed Perhaps it be fear,mortality so vividly clearIt could be the shame,my existence so patently plain I shun it, with zealas empty, unrealOh to be clothed. . .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1715083/ I surely am owed some favor in heaven,for surely fate knows the flavor of balanceIt tastes of the snows that trickle in VeniceBring Cupid with bow and arrow this minute! “If here it does snow, then surely it goesthat I may not row for forever alone;that love I may know as a treasure my own&rdq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jrid213/1714773/