http://slow.writerscafe.org/Archos The original writings of author Archos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985469 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ropemaker toils day and night,He’s got a lot to do, alright,Threat after thread, twist and pull,Nicely tight, round and full. Now that he’s done, what to do?One’s gotta find a customer, too,These ropes are not meant for a boat,For no sailors, st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1774154/ There’s a storm, but I don’t mind,The grimmest atmosphere you can find,It roars, slams, frightens, even poses threats,The weaker ones hide under their beds. The rain pouring, lashing at the windows,Maybe it’s trying to get in, who knows?The water fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1771422/               A small bundle, one would say a bundle of dirty clothes, or perhaps an old bag rumpledon the ground suddenly stirred. Then it stirred some more until a head peeked out. Two hairy ears hanging down the sides of the head were rather filthy, but still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1770822/ A cherry, juicy, sweet and fresh,Contains a pest within its flesh,You devour it whole, save for the pit, Why scrutinize it and embrace the truth?Why choose a sour one, stain your tooth?Yet, the knowledge will pester your wit....  Oh, to be locked on an .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1732397/ The headsman upon the pillory grinned,Next to him our dear priest called,‘Hate this man, for he has sinned!’And people did as they were told. ‘This poor devil broke the law!The law of men and law of God,And for being our world’s flaw,He&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1732114/ My mind must have been blurred...I didn't mean to! Be assured!I paid no heed to what I was doing, I don't know why...What I know is that on me you simply can't rely,The mistake now remains a guilty itch...I brought mayo instead of jelly from the fridge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1732025/               Would you believe me if I told you the Earth was flat? I doubt it. There’s too muchscientific evidence and even pictures taken from space which prove that to be nonsense. Who would believe such a thing nowadays?    &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1731800/               The hour was late and the night was quiet, at least as quiet as a night can get ina small town - the perfect night for a stroll. Once I was convinced that my absence wouldn’t become a cause for unnecessary concern, I covered myself with a coat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1730149/ Loaded in a truck like cattle,Pushing in the narrow space, With rubber hooves and horns of metal,The bloody slaughterhouse we face.  Upcoming fight is for our nation,And without zest, like the cattle,Not excited, calm and patient,We are brought closer to battle.   Each .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1720462/ Inspired by Clifford http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1719625/ A poem about the relativity of our difficulties. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1719386/ The fire the cause of which need not be named, Requires more than a bucket of water or sand to be tamed, It boils my blood and roasts my heart, while melting my mind,As I seek the remedy which seems impossible to find, At the back of my mind, in its most hidden noo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1716764/ Can't sleep again, I do not feign, How can idleness cause so much pain? All I want is to be caressed by dreams,I want to sleep, I want to sleep now! I know the what but I don't know the how!Hard to say if I can contain the screams...Flexing my muscles d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1716755/ I simply love it when poems rhyme,Reading them I always have such a good time,  The rhyme has that inexplicable charm,And one verse, or even a couple of words added for its sake can do no harm, Although, this was a bit too much, I tend to make mistakes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1716750/               There lived once a lion family who hunted regularly for a herd of bushbuck passingthrough their territory during the migration. The lions always seized several of the bushbuck, but it was little compared to the size of the whole herd. Every time, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1711002/               The man’s palms were scratched by the rough fabric, yet it threatened to slip outof his hands as more and more sweat covered his skin. He groaned after yet another step as he hauled a heavy bag up the stairs in darkness. Some of the content go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1706382/ Slender fingers reaching for sparkling stones,Eager to be the first to make their claim,Deceived by reflections in colorful tones,It is nothing but a child’s game. The stones represent the perfect and pure,Shinier than stars, clearer than glass,By the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1703525/               ”...help you get what you want!” Richmond read on a posterwhile standing on a packed escalator. He couldn’t wait to escape the mass of sweaty bodies and in his effort to avoid eye contact his eyes jumped from poster to poster and a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1702468/ After a toilsome day, resting on a bench,With her back against the wall, sighs the poor wench,Her son is lying behind the fireplace,Instead of a bed, serves him the narrow space. The whole day she had waited, to escape the stress,But once the relief came, she felt her lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1694977/ I don't think I can ever again return to that town,My appearance causes the citizens to frown,Going back would bring about unnecessary pain,I’ve made many attempts to return, all in vain. The sheriff has unpleasant memories of me and our difficult times,I remain fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1692971/ When I suspect that danger lurks near,I admit it, I fear. When something stirs as I into the darkness peer,No use lying, I fear. Walking alone, hearing noises resembling horrors sheer,Without a doubt, I fear. When being followed by a person queer,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1692968/ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,Boldness in every single word!But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt,I doubt I can last any longer. The countless blows I’ve taken now,Ages since I first begged it to stop,The only reason I still haven&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1690020/               ‘Josh Clay’s in town!’ the message was passed from ear to ear. It spread likea disease, soon the whole town was infected. It was not twisted along the way, no “small alternations” were made to it. It was not possible. T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1687416/ Craving of birds of the dusk skies,Reverberates in form of sorrowful cries,Their brothers have fallen to the ground,Never to rise, they remain bound. Under the strong touch of a cold, pale hand,Which reaches for eons and miles, the spirits bend,At every whim of a mal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1681188/               A carriage rattling on the cobblestones could be heard all too well even despite theruckus of market, yet who would notice it? There was a carriage driving past every now and then and, well, people had got used to it long ago. It alarmed one to heed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1681148/ The weight on your shoulders is crushing you down,You feel you have to lift it and carry it on,To gaining more burden you answer with a frown,You feel that what you have is all your own. Panting and sweating, you proceed to stride,You refuse to bend, like an old tree,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1680377/ When a traveller stops, it is rarely to rest,That is a luxury he tries to avoid, at best,When a traveller stops, he has to have a cause,There’s something the wind to his attention draws. To be able to capture it, oh what a scene!One of the most magical sights I’ve ever seen,To be a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1673502/ “I figured it out!” a man cried at last,And the last of his problems belonged to the past,Alas, he must have been overwhelmed with the feeling,The next day they found him hanging from the ceiling, What in his zenith brought about his doom?Since the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1672774/ Why are you so stern, why are you so cold?Is there nothing you in your favor hold? Take her for instance - she used to be so pretty,But your ruthless hand indeed knows no pity,Now she sits in melancholy, a broken frame,As a mere dream remain her youth and fame,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1672770/               We wandered into the poor district. I warned my sister, but she said it was no bigdeal.“Come on, Beth! It’ll be fun!” she said to me. I didn’t see how it could possibly be fun. The houses kept getting dirtier, streets emp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1663813/  The first of three sneezes brings you health,Which is after all, the most precious wealth.If you have health, what else could you want?The sickness avoids you while the people don’t.The people who sneeze once and then cease,Need not fear a gale, then let alone a breeze.And yet, health, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1660670/               It was time to be consumed by the wild stream of the city once again. Anatolios, sonof Alexandrian basketter was to be consubed by the stream, he would join the flow, be devoured by it, and delight in it. For on that day, he was overwhelmed with, fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1660281/               “May I come in?” a lady already standing on the doorstep asked. Lucas quickly slippedthe shirt he was taking off back down.“Why, of course,” he said uncertainly. He turned around and set his eyes on her. It caused him to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1659809/ It’s making me tired, This endless chase,When you so admired,Deny me your grace. It’s making me tired,When you so admired,At such a great pace,Evade my embrace,And your absence is dire. Without you I feel,That nothing is real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1654007/               There was no need for rush anymore and it was finally time to slow down. He had riddenfar too long before he reached a village at last. He had left his home with a carriage full of goods and his heart full of hopes that he would do well. He was a ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1649567/               “A wife of a police officer...” a woman sitting on a low cabinet near the wallwith her face buried in her palms said for the eleventh time. Her voice was growing weak. She had been staring down for so long she may as well have counted th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1649130/               The door gave away a sharp, scratching sound. A leaf was stuck beneath it. Arthur leaneddown and lifted the leaf. Such a small fragile thing had made such a loud noise. He crushed it between his fingers and let the flakes of it fall to the ground. H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1649124/               It was only a dream. And as all dreams, it had to end one day.              He knew he would have to wake up. That feeling was permantly pressing at him at theback of his mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1645969/ There is no such beauty found,Like that within a human bound.               The first two lines rested on an empty sheet of paper. The paper was placed in themiddle of a small wooden desk, barely larger than the paper itsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1645393/               Gitanui reached down over the side of his canoe and dipped his hand into the turbidwater. Only the devil knew what was hiding in those dark depths and Gitanui didn’t crave the knowledge. He tapped on the side of his canoe and stroked the wood .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1644799/ When I look into the eyes of thee,I wonder why you fail to see,That we are hardly born to be,Perfection is in death! Not before eyes glimmer cease,And ends our short earthly lease,Is there perfection one rarely sees,Such as letting out last breath.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1643776/               People were beginning to regard her with spite. At first she was pitied, but her clingingon the innonce of her brother left no more room for compassion. Was she to blame? Throughout her whole life she had had nobody else and now her brother was gone.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640656/               The monk stopped and turned around. He stared at the road disappearing over the horizon.The road was empty. He sighed. Ever since he had left the monastery, he had been walking alone. He couldn’t ask the falling leaves what was new in the land.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640653/  “Two hundred you say?” the man muttered. He had been in need of money for far longer than he could bear and the offer couldn’t get to him at more appropriate time. “When?” he asked decisively after a short while of considering, but without hesitation.“At du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640652/ Three short stories about a collector of spectacular pieces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640647/ Fear to break the silence is due to possibility of a listener. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640071/ You try to catch me into your arms,But I seek another one's embrace,I have brought upon you countless harms,And there are more for you to face.I belong to you and walk with your face,But others, though they treatment foul be,I obey and serve to your greatest disgrace,And although you try, you'll nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1640060/               “What’s behind that wall?”              “Nobody knows.”              “How c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1638188/               “Two hundred you say?” the man muttered. He had been in need of money for far longerthan he could bear and the offer couldn’t get to him at more appropriate time. “When?” he asked decisively after a short while of consi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1632202/               He was an artist of one sole piece of art. Each day he rebuilt it, only to be destroyedonce again.              He walked through a lonely alley. For an oblivious passer by, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Archos/1626929/