http://slow.writerscafe.org/Robert_James The original writings of author Robert James en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775957657 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh,the things that come my way, ask for help and do not stray,bid me listen to their thought and their anger overwrought.Arethey here to sanctify soul and mind or just defy my willingness to delight and my ego overwrite?There'sno knowing what they want;  just the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2894891/ Howmuch is the illusion of meaning and how much is the seduction of sounds?Toomuch an obsession with reasoning will exhaust, bore, and fatigue passion’s hounds.But,just to seize and please the mind at ease and gently freeze with birds and bees that breeze that moves h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2894590/ When I am young again and this garment some call age -- in poor attempts at being vain -- has slipped from off my shoulders like a rage now calmed by strange and quiet hands.When I am young and spring calls me once more to naked lands, I will remember you as in my youth I sing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2894572/ Shespreads her legs for me too soon I fear, invites me in when I approach so near; she whispers softly words I cannot hear; yet her intentions for me are quite clear. Shecalls me Cuddles, Honey, Sweet and Dear; with strong, wet tongue she licks within my ear, while fingers seek.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2894407/ Youwicked woman! You know just how to win my soul and mind with requests and sweet words and just the very slightest hint of sin and there by expand being to -- with the birds -- soar out of sight. Your smile, beguiling, calls, encourages without the slightest prod and so draws in,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2894304/ Some supposed place of safety, there you hide Twisting words, delusions that do not confide.Though red and deep within your chamber sweet, Where you and I one time were want to meet, You now just willfully forbade my state.Your sharp, dark eyes all scornful of my fate, Bid me to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2893275/ ON THE ONE HAND…  Whose dreams these are I do notknow,      nor why they haunt me so. They come at night and cry to me      and stay when I say go.  Though I insist, they resistloudly,   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/2893265/ Like weed green hills of springtime, I’m brown in summer’s day; in bursting bold from winter I burnt my life away...Oh damn the month or winter’s thaw that thorn filled month of May, for a moment's glowing brightness the whole year I must pay.But damn the wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1599381/ The cat engaged in secret thoughts that only he could know.He pondered on profundities in hopes that he could show that all the wisdom of the world was all that he should know. He slumbered in the autumn sun that none of it would show. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1599375/ You cannot force a poem, you know;You cannot tell it “Come!” or “Go!”It will just be or it will not: Forethought with poems is tommyrot... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1598852/ When timedoes not obey, but finds insteadpernicious tricks to perpetrate �" its dead unfeeling will �" that we might bend, incline our shame to hide from all that is divine, wage all effort toward ephemeral, useless stuff disguised as cultural enlightenment,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1566231/ ASTROLOGY The influence of the stars: their dress,their cars, the way they live their lives, leave their wives, or dump their men to lead a life of sin.Andromeda, Betelgeuse, Mimosa, like the gods, they infuse and they confuse our souls and heart till fate can demonstr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1566221/ Hard Boiled Blank Verse “Imet a lady in the meads,“Fullbeautiful - a faery's child;“Herhair was long, her foot was light,“Andher eyes were wild.” She came to my office likethe Marine Corp Band playing Misty, her red .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Robert_James/1566194/