http://slow.writerscafe.org/JMoo The original writings of author JMoo en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021706 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Abuse of children captured and characterised http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1657233/ A Purpose PleaseDevoid of purpose here I sit,afraid to challenge lifes own witContent to muddle with the crowd,sometimes hidden sometimes loud Lost in culture not of me,following others three by threeLeft right left right left right left,of real purpose my lifes bereft Following crowds lik.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1596891/ Farewell My FriendIt's time to say farewell, goodbyeDear friend departs, we know not whyHer time cut short so needlesslyIt could easily have been you or me A lesson from this life cut shortTo look at life with sharp retortTo take each moment full, head onBoth sadness, regret do not prolong&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594777/ Maths Is NowtHey you teacher wot's this about,this maffs is adding all to nowtI don't need to divide and add,it never hurt me mum or me dad I can get along just finewiff me ciggies me beer and me wineI don't need a proppa educationthats de stuff of the toffs of the nation I can rely on my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594775/ Helping Them NotTo look at societys miserable soulon whos culture handouts take their tollMaking a useless and hapless societythat spends all its days avoiding sobriety Surrounded by others clouded in smokethe welfare state is such a jokeWrapped in bleeding liberal excusesCivil servants making .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594773/ More of YouThe unmoving to the eye, waves of the desert,mirror that of our livesSeemingly still of the moment we are forever movingChanging shape, thought, appearance and directiontowards an unknown destiny and time From whatever angle there is a beautyFor the eye to see, the hand to touch and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594768/ The Cat FlapAround the floor perplexed they sat,for through the flap would not the catMonsieur Poirot he firmly sat,for was he not to him a normal cat That flap they put to access my matis made for one quite ordinary catNow all will tell from just my name,I'm not a simple cat to tame From .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594709/ A Bicycle RideRiding a bike is a tricky old thingfrom the end of the summer till early in springIts nasty and wet most of the timeand ever so cold, you'll shiver and whine The puddles and potholes will judder your wholeand drivers will scare even your soleThe noise and close calls all testing y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JMoo/1594667/