http://slow.writerscafe.org/JosephDonais The original writings of author DreadfulBride en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775951881 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is life if not learning through experience? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1882382/ Faith to me, to me!doubt, a terrible bruteseething breath of fire pray upon your faith stand and swing though sword in hand appears but a reed swing mightily! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1731762/ Sweet Caroline Welcome, welcome to my shoppe! dear heart whats your pleasure? I am sure within these walls we shall find your treasure!candied apples and bubble gum? a book, slippers and spiced hot rum?kitchen sweets made of heart? Profound deep seeded stuff... ?yes, ye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1728678/ last 2 lines was actually in a prayer I spoke some 20 years before this writing as I pulled away from the house in my semi tractor headed again for the west coast. This is a poetic recreation attempt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1726970/ Castle Mine, The Beast 1 I have considered it and decided. You have asked of me a very terrible thing. This one time, despite misgivings and apprehension, I shall let it be known to you. Where I go you can not follow. When I am done you may very well wish you had not asked. A light mist fill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1656056/ In hearts to see the worst I have found to be rather insightful, though of course it can be rather frightful! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1655275/ A holiday greet for group! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1655212/ an acrostic. I was asked by a very lovely lady, "What do You see in me"? Where she has gone I do not know. All I do know is that the question stayed with me for days on end, a whispered echo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1654918/  make connections in poetry, as kneading clay refines the texture http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1654125/ the seed has been sown this pious heart calls you home wonder? be we known DreadfulBride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1654066/ fell in place forever present lifeless form perpetual decay rotting intimacies congealed aspirations putrid sweetness pestilent desires moldering affections withered  innocents infant corps love failed DreadfulBride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653694/ Tears of ages fall upon the earth filling the wallows where lonely hearts dwell with but a peen he makes his rounds cloaked in the blood of hearts he past while tears of ages race for the sun drying the wallows and pith of hearts remains joining dust as dust as the wallows wher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653667/ I do not write so light and airy I do not paint skies of pink or blue but come you hither I will show you Sit you easy by this river from it's debths I shall deliver It is dark and deep to some, strange things creep verily, would you know this place? to see, is needed in this case .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653657/ this is a response to a heart felt read. Be well Gemme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653652/ Oh Danu! Oh Danu! How my heart doth weep. Beneath blood moon and tenebrous thread bare cloud through darkling barrow, moor and fen, Haunt oh Danu! Oh Danu! Oh Danu! Whither hast thy children gone? Lost are they, the Tuatha Dé Danann Beneath ancient grey stone and broken keep Haunt oh Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653255/  sky, clouds blue, horses white, bridleless sand, shade you, salt shore, warm eyes, caress ocean, sun fingers, tender salt, warm heart, care me, heat breeze, hot sweat, lips brute, wet envelope, ocean you, me bliss, hot kaleidoscope passion, consume brute, wild oblivion, sweet swim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653252/ Just a lil nonsense to get you going. 😃 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653245/ Have you naught to say? You touched my heart the other day Forever bias, touché! DreadfulBride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653241/ Oh how once I heard a terrible cry,  from within a house upon a hill. I set myself to the matter,  beneath grey skies pocked with darkling clouds.  How long has it been hence  that I have sat down by this door,  beneath this window, as ever waiting?  Heart breaking, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653237/ It has been near a year. I reflect the precious months I strove, as they fly off their binding on the wall. We have just one year, no more. So short the clock, kettle is whistling on the stove. Cardigan and tea in hand, I am out the door August and September so black and white, My darling, walk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JosephDonais/1653233/  From her window, strike the huntsman a blow. A message, enveloped in anxiety. Perfumed in heart's piety.Sealed with a tear, anointed. "In me, be you not to be disappointed". 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