http://slow.writerscafe.org/jdparamount The original writings of author Paramount en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078175 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The cities of seclusion unite under the realm of supremacy,As darkness of night becomes the light of evanescenceTwo bodies are tied together like a knotted alliance,Where radiance illuminates even the harshest of complexitiesStreams of good fortune flow onto the bed of reminiscence,As those who are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1786414/ Steers are rushing to battle,The dust is not settled.The storm clouds are moving in quickly,Teardrops fall like small trinkets.Silent mourners take their places,The ceremony is about to begin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1786407/ The blade of secrecy cuts through the irony of suspensionAs each member of the assembly calls to mention a rarity of unheard fathom The feather of subtle inscription scratches the surface of primitive ideologyWhen the one presiding over all demands a hearing in the case of u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1725939/ A melody sings far beyond the highest quatrainUp where sky meets forever in your armsSilence of soul becomes breakthrough of rejoicingWhere two hands can join in total devotion Hands join as they lay down armsOnce having wage war on nothingA spark of enlighten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1723434/ A silver-lit moon welcomes the quiet night of solitudeA gentle breeze now and then makes its way through the trees,Although barren as they may seem.A stark awakening is coming,Surely, it is imminent.Preparation is underway,A recollection of untimely cycles speaks volumes,Where to, now?A voice mutter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1720518/ His voice was solemn, without an inkling of suspensionHis stance was irreplaceable, without a hint of caution His grip on reality was like a skilled stone masonHis precision was like the sound of a waterfallHe walked with a pace more tactful than a lizardAnd his heart rests on the fact that he empat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1717107/ Suddenly, there was a shakingA rattling on the groundA rumbling in the atmosphereThe sound of horses' hoovesThe roar of fighter jetsUncertainty was on the horizonMustard gas spanning the perimeter Blood being spilledNo possible retreat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1716090/ The silent whisperer evokes the strongest message,That can still be quite commanding, Even in the face of the obstruction of justice.Hardly any have paid it any mind,Yet it remains.It remains because it is constant,It has faced it all,Thus, it has gained strength and momentum to stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1714107/ Rose petals and violets are like ripples in a pond,Chandeliers are hanging from escalated heights,Sparkling linen is draped over marble columns,A glimmering light shines from the skylight, A gust then blows open the windows and stirs up the floral arrangement, Thus encompassing the two sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1714105/ A lowering cloud smothers the piney green needles,A slight chill is in the air, foreshadowing unbearable circumstances, The soft sand resembles cracking cement,Sulfuric acid rains down like trickling blood of the teardrops of insanity,It is no longer a maze due to the obvious slithers of the viper,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1713396/ The billowing clouds and blistering winds are coming in faster than expected, Torrential rains are pouring too heavily for the grounds to drink,Lightning dances in the frigid night, illuminating the skies,The thunder crashes like immense explosions, sending chills down even the most robust,Fear has .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1713392/ The weeping willow mourns the loss of its overhangThe flowers all around bloom ideas of luxuryThat are dissipating at a much rapid rate than expectedA door appears out of nowhere and invites the ideas through for preservationThe wind blows in a feather quill and has it inscribe a code below the top .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1712702/ A tree stands tall, without waveringThe air is crisp, all aroundAn outcry is heard, and heard even clearer, without barrierA spark is made, and grows into the most acute flameA level heart is drawn into the scene of discrepancyWhere it must submit to grave compassion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1712697/ The sound of a crow is heard not too far awayThe wind is picking up like a great storm is approaching The moonlight is struggling to penetrate the heavy foliage A shrill noise paralyzes the visitorOut of nowhere, a downpour descends upon the sceneLightning flashes all aroundA clash of thunder immedi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1708039/ The brook sings as ripples overtake it with teardrops from aboveThe sun's warming lashes are hidden by the shadows of overcastThe wind picks up as the gusts of an oncoming storm encroaches the reality of tranquilityThe pale colors of Autumn brush against the weeping stones in the graveyardAs a brood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1706987/ The wind breathes against the colors of AutumnAnd carries them to levels of new surroundingThey gather in a place of serene majestyAs they grace themselves upon the stones of twilight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1706984/ Quivering hands move ever so slightly over the basin of memoryAn utterance is spoken but heard by no one elseThe tremors of a beating heart align with the expectation that awaits reality Dark shadows glare in the distanceWaters glide with ripples as a mist overtakes the moonlightThe trees are listen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1706980/ Sparkling rivers welcome the sound of refreshing tranquility. 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He opens his closed eyes and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1602781/ Forseveral weeks now, my family had heard the news that this horrifyingnightmare would take place, but we plainly disregarded it, thinkingnothing of it. But what a mistake that was! As we were sitting downfor our evening meal, we heard an outrageous commotion outside, andthen it got loud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1602777/ EACHSTEP RIGHT AFTER THE OTHEREACHMOVE IN SEQUENTIAL TRANSLUCENCY AHAND HERE, A FOOT THERELEAPINGOVER BOUNDSFLYINGINTO DIMENSIONAL ZONES OF SERENITYBEINGCAREFUL TO MAKE THE RIGHT STEPBUTNOT SWEATING OVER THE RIPPLE-EFFECT OF CONFUSIONGLIDINGWITH GRACEDUETO IND.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1602374/ Thelight is gone with the day. The evening breeze in settling in fromthe horizon as it blows gracefully through the trees. Darkness hasrisen on the scene as birds are nestled in their nests prepareddeterminately throughout the light of day. Not a sound is heardexcept for the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jdparamount/1602368/