http://slow.writerscafe.org/TerryOLeary The original writings of author Terry O'Leary en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Winds of WarsThe winds of wars have shorn the shores where children once had played,revealing bones of dead unknowns for whom the faithful’d prayed,to no avail beneath the veil of death where rockets strayed,for tit-for-tat is where it's at when war hawks’ eggs are laid. The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/3129444/ I’ve been asked to explain the words “Never A Gain”!So I’ll limn it here plain, all that’s “Never A Gain”:                              Death, destruction and pain define Never A Gain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2959020/ The sinking sun is now undone,                        the sky is fading redand shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl                       for midnight lies ahead.Beyond the heap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2957433/ This war, with allies unified                  (reminds of German genocide),leaves mandates, empty, purified,                  (as human flesh is nullified),enticing persons (pale, blue eyed,    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2956247/ When nights are dark you’ll never seethe depths of our humanity,but in the light of desert daysthe shades of death will quite amaze.So if you’ve time to take the troublesift just once through wreck and rubble -ashen bones of tots will rile,though eyes of rampant killers smile.While starv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2951620/ The Holy Land neath hammer blows -           is this what Jesus prophesied:when sad-sack’s hanged like mistletoes           the sightless see a suicide;when thousands fall like dominoes           the blin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2939317/ A little bird has flown the nest                     to seek a world of wonder and spreads her wings 'neath skies possessed                           by lightning bo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2938834/ With a look in the mirror I seeI'm as round as a bumble-ing bee.          Having so much on show          (yes, wherever I go)a tri-kini I'll need at the seaThough some people may say that I'm stout,do they know what they're talking about?  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2933235/ Pursuing springtime walking spreesbeside our dog, beneath the trees,I oft detected some uneaseamongst the birds and buzzing beesas echoed by flat monodiesof clicking, clacking, knocking knees(forsooth, reversed parentheses)resounding pained discordant keys,confusing triplets’ twos and threesas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2931932/ I go to church each Sunday,God warns ‘there’s much to fear,the world is decomposing,the final end is near’.I go to church each Sundayand taste the wine and bread,though elsewhere on our globusraw hunger reigns instead.I go to church each Sunday,hear preachers’ words rebuffrep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2923250/ The world today is split in two… or three... or four... or maybe more,but nonetheless, one must confess,all wage their wars as heretofore.While blunderbusses prey for uswithin our world where gods deceive,atomic war, white phosphorusand napalm gel that burns, bereave.Yes, Tweedledumb oft beat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2919452/ This [will be/has been] written in the future (3121 CE) by our evolutionary progeny (in the ruins left, after our apocalyptic demise) and [has been/will be] sent back to us as a warning, through a war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2779965/ The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm;for all the rest, they wish the best and certainly mean no harm.The fourth estate stands proud and straight, emplaced upon a peak,beside a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2777641/ Your lover’s drawing straws without you, better bid farewell;he’d never time for rhyme or reason, so it’s just as well.Slip out the curtained window quick, the future winks and calls,ignoring paths of pagan gods, where faulty footsteps fall.Identify faint flashbacks, cloaked and cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2776137/ Like God amassing gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh,vain potentates, possessed by pride that riches will confer,depleted pillaged villages in pagan days of old…With penetration privileges, their fortunes were foretold.In feudal times, chaste clerics, cloaked, wrapped rings around the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2772402/ With fascist fist, white CHAUVINist (whose christian name is Drek)hailed pearly Knights in Kevlar tights who spurn the ebon fleck,and joined the Kops enforcing stops which keep black pawns in check.Floyd feared the Kops (most drenched in drops that racial rules distill),so long confined, entrapped, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2289168/ No rhythm, no rhyme, no reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2170580/ [Well,ShallowMan’s ne’er at a lossfor voicingshallow thoughts that gloss.Withtrenchant wit he reaps the drosswhen seekingsense in applesauce. But to hisaid flies FactoidManwho alwayshas a Fact at hand;with him,who needs a whether-manto answer“if?” or &ldq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2091308/ You failed to take your Drone Control Command Kitas you hurried  off at dawn for work this early morn.Unmindful, I mistook it for a fancy Xbox game contraption,so commenced a match of Shock and Awe to while away the timeand with the joystick, hot and pulsing, quickly opened fireat some evil&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/2064051/ "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God." (Matthew 19:24) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1900191/ A leprechaun looking for gold'neath the shimmering shamrocks of olde     (with the luck of a Gael)     found ten bottles of alesomewhat green as if covered with mould. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1897359/ Thatsoft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick, runsthe world into ruins, once our bailiwick.Ifasked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:"Vindication?Straightforward: It's Me and Me First"  (To mesmerise people He needed a spelland to wreak such a run.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1895695/ Our prez is now Donald J TrumpWho has promised to clean out the sump      Well he's certainly no wussy      When groping a pussyWhat more to expect from a gump?In charge of the Vice, Michael PenceSaid some things that embrace little sense,       "Glo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1889030/ Awaking blithe each morning,with eyes upon the World,I wonder, are we mourningwith ebon flags unfurled �"or are they but a warning,some draped like snakes and curled,stray stars and stripes adorning,sent from the netherworld.I wander through the gardenwith nothing on my mindand say 'I be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1888686/ While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  �"roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces,and rain in streams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1888148/ My chambers teem with tensions, taut, that logic can’t withstand,fragmenting mental masonry with memories unplanned,as bitter tears from amber eyes reduce the stone to sand.Dim shadows cast by candles flit across the haunted room,beleaguer apparitions, pale, that stalk me through the gloom,usu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1887201/ Once wars were fought with sticks and stonesto flog the flesh and batter bonesand conquer lands, defending thrones -though gods provoke, not one atones. The multitude (by hordes besetwith battle-ax or bayonet)braved blades, dyed red and dripping wet -the stains were wiped with no regret.When ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1886833/ Galactic curls in spirals swirl, entwining twisted mystery,where time unrolls in blackened holes, no longer bright and blistery,but writ like runes on starry dunes enclosed in cosmic historyGalactic dust, from novas' gusts, congesting empty spacesonce fatefully flung beyond the tongue of burnt out a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1883300/ Come join the unraveling circusquite soon to be passing our way,with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -line up as they lead us astray!Arriving, the elephant trumpetsagendas of aberrant actswhile the donkeys drool, dunking their crumpetsand twirlers spin, twisting the facts. The big top’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1876724/ The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by windslowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrinedat the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,when the lightning peeks in where the tension hangs tightwhile the lanterns, alarmed, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1875607/ Above, the blushing blood moon vexes silken ebon spacewith shadows in the mournful mist recalling, pale, a wistful trace -her farewell smile I viewed through tears that almost veiled her face -she turned away and whispered low 'another time, another place...' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1869656/ The typewriters tap,with a rat-a-tat-tat,like a fourth estate rapto provide us the pap(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)in a newspaper scrapcrammed with meaningless crapfrom the editor's yap(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)after gashing a gapin the daily recapwith a snip in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1864216/ 1Though still within our infancy,we strive and thrive, but woefully we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',display our trophies pridefully. Our terra firma ecstasydestroys the planet's harmony,lays waste to life within the sea,and all in name of vanity.Who dares our spheroid's symmetryby doubti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1854746/ The dawn unfolds beyond my fractured windowpaneand breezes tease while drapes, like serpents, slip asideexposing worlds that race and run aground, insane,displaying scenes obscene that savants strive to mask and hide.Outside, the streets are stark (last night they seemed so cruel when demons da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TerryOLeary/1850868/ Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky! Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by �"for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.Coiled candle sticks! 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