http://slow.writerscafe.org/danieljohnson The original writings of author daniel lee johnson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011603 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 here we go around in a circle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1521501/ i woke up in a different world things werent like this when I fell asleep everything subtly changed between the close and opening my misty fog filled eyes so often this happens it makes me wonder just how many different worlds there are some are cruel some are golden some harbor monsters some ver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1520965/ for my Father A.O.Johnson>>> veteran of WW2 and Korean war. Two purple hearts and the Silver Star for bravery above and beyond the call of duty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1519184/ just a few observations of the day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1519038/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1518354/ I usually try to avoid love poems but here is one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1516396/ a poem written just for you and me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1515197/ when robots go bad http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1514859/ the best advice I can give is to slow down as we travel this world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1514485/ it took me three years to finish this poem. I hope it is enjoyable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1512696/ written whille driving 60 MPH down an old country road. I wasafraid I might forget it before I got home. I should have pulled over and wrote it down but I didnt run too many cars off the road. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1512338/ words flow thru my mind dripping from my fingers onto the blank pages of my life they caress my mind they touch my soul seeking a life of their own searching for equilibrium written for all to see my heart laid bare naked I stand before all the world bleeding out my life's blood in my words in pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1509076/ what would the moon speak if it could see and talk would it tell of the paths that some men walk the roads of hate that they travel down or say not at all of their evil and frown would it smile for the hope of the loveas it shines downfrom so far above and laugh at the plotsof the evil men that come.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508997/ another rain inspired poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508994/ one of the uncounted poems about the rain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508983/ a single bird serenades the old man its evening note ending with the beginning of the twilight crickets begin their chorus their sounds of love echoes the sun's fading beauty thru pine tree branches limbs outstretched waiting to hold the night the stars the universe and to once again to cover the ol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508645/ I hug myself and try to keep still for by moving I upset the delicate balance of the world destroying it I await the spiders they flood the ground as they surround hairy puddles glistening in maniacal mechanical madness they climb they claw my mouth closed in an endless scream echoing forever heard .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508572/ true story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508558/ many times alot of people see but fail to understand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1508550/ she dances in the wind with a child's abandon spinning and spinning in delicious circles hair flying free arms wide to embrace her weary world to the music only she hears holding her love deep in her soul abandon (c) 2013dlj http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1507740/ for a girl so far away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1507625/ today we dine on sentimental moon pies dancing in our barns swallowing them down such lovely inventions of practiced reflections fill up our plates and we dine dance of the moonpie (c)2014dlj http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1507621/ a poem obviously written on a cold winter day :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1507616/ a red bird landed on the branch of a mulberry tree outside my window in the cold it suddenly flew away leaving me alone in a world without birdsuntitled (c)2013dlj http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/danieljohnson/1507612/