http://slow.writerscafe.org/DuncanBrown The original writings of author Duncan Brown en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034277 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Archie was smart; at least he reckoned he was, because hehad what he considered to be the good things in life: dosh in his wallet, a Catin the garage, and a detach. in the green belt; all of which he had worked hardto acquire. Worked, is not exactly the word for it. Archie did deals. Herecko.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2009985/ Writing a sonnet with flowers writ aboveOr casting your dreams in colour belowThen sending them to someone you loveDispatching those thoughts that never go Anywhere other than the imaginationOr sealed in that drawer marked maybeThe crumpled address of no destinationWhere second ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2004730/ Sweet are the dreams that lay unseenAnd sweeter still those songs unheardDwelling in slumbers uncharted sceneBeyond the horizon of waking sound.Unfurled in realms of silken thoughtUnfolding visions await that presenceRich in the songs of the purest in heartPlaying symphonies for your essence.The pou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2004728/ The heart is written on the pageUnavoidable in the empty space Occupied by that tender rageUnfolding in the patterned laceWeaving words beyond their age Each soul of scribing innocenceTraverses the lettered landscape Seeking that treasured sentenceAnd a beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2004725/ Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowThat’s a very long week of more tomorrowsAnd the very occasional mixed metaphorWhat’s a meta for if you can’t go mixing itLike Robert De Niro and the angry mailmanSlugging that key board in your HemingwayOr just Fred a stari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2004723/ Clue is in da name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/2004494/ Chattertonthe fabulous creator of other poets dreamsAn angelof delusion in his world of written confusionSummerdays and lyrically sweet-sounding skylarksThesunrise and the moonlight of his fading horizonWriting bythe second hand in a hour glass of sandAmidst thered re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1997437/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1992574/ Exactly what it says on the packet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1990860/ Fame is a mask that eats upyour faceChoking on the anonymity ofcelebrityWith all your eyes in adifferent placeObscuring the last vestige ofhumility Priorities rearranged insynchronicityShifting headlines matchingduplicityLife’s a duet with your own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1971968/ There’s a pawn shop broking on the cornerDoin’ some good businessAs the venerable beads of the abacus announceTheir returnsAn’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of whatIt was equipped forMeanwhile the pillars of salt are crumblingFlickering signs changing all the timesFor the many.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1970567/ Setting the scene (prepare to avert your eyes) with bold prints and bolder puns. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1970566/ Deep plots and an even deeper pile; who doesn't love a good murder mystery? or a good carpet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1970565/ There’s a pawn shop brokingon the cornerDoin’ some good businessAs the venerable beads of theabacus announce Their returnsAn’ the parking lot hasn’t alot of whatIt was equipped forMeanwhile the pillars of saltare crumbling Flickeri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1968335/              Clockertime is mechanicalchronologyClickeringclackering on the timelineStraighteninglynarrow to a thin finalityRivetingeach moment to the banalitySpotwelded on the robotic personalityMarchingalong an avenue to a factory.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1968307/ Rock’n’Roll is another heavenAn’ a separate dwelling in hellIt occupies your beating heartAnd deals you with a killer songStrings you out on your mortal pathTrespassing tunes on your brainPulsating rhythms in your limbsInvades your boot strapped feet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1960607/ Twelfth Night is just theright nightFor a Feste fool of suchclever lightTo leave his mark upon thepageHis food of love is just thestuffFor him to work his magicalplayIn so many a comical tragicwayCross gartered on the worldsstage Each fool is just t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1960601/ A very poem-y poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1954766/ The wild sound of creationand destructionDrove that Mercedes all theway from TexasWrapping it round thelamppost of AmericaCreating light and darknessin a single imageWrecking tranquillity was herdaytime occupationCreating havoc her favouritenight time passionA con.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1944515/        A redcoat broke a sacred trust      That every poet’s words are just      Fail he will and fall he must      His hymn to ruin his song to rust  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1944513/  That abstract form in patterned spaceSuch a glossy shape of fatal ambienceSeamless as a renaissance masterpieceA perfect camouflage of purring violence Such is the guise of its killing insoucianceEverything within its finite seeing graceIs infinitely ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1933519/ Indwelling in dreams that are unseenSleeps a song that remains unsungIn the silent sound of waking visionUntil that moment love was unveiled http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1933515/ Narcissus loved in his mirrorBecause it never let him downSuch a beautifully trusting loverMade his eyes seem quite darkerAnd he never ever looked betterThat's as good as his going got'Me an' my mirror, don’t ya just love it?'That's what the mirror said when he lost it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918722/ Heaven shades toearthWhene'er my eyes are closingThen falls away to hellAs soon as they are open. Wi' heaven shut an' hell still openFaith is blind but sin's still hoping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918718/ May God forgivemeFor all the sins that I committedAnd could Satan forget meFor all the ones I didn'tWhen I had the opportunity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918717/ Wooden windows surround tindoorsAmidst the vacant lots ofrecessionBleakly blank the concretejuntas stareTheir shuttered eyes closedin despairBoarded on the up and brokendownWhere grafitti is writing onthe wall  Telling colourful tales ofsold up truthScr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918716/                               May the flowers of St. Catherine                      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918712/                             (For all the harlotsat King’s Cross)            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1918711/ Writing poetry is dead easypure lemon squeezyAn' available to allFrom a genius to an idiot(Usually the same thing differently)All you need is an alphabetThat's the worksThe complete deal.Twenty-six shapes an’ sizesFive vowels an’ a bunch of consona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1914465/ rushing to a warringingmay hasten the coffiningthey carry you off ining but sitting in your chairingwatching the glassy glaringwill deaden you quickering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1909964/ Gratefully DeadThankfully livedLyrically sound Avant GardeLayering downIndwelling song Dead the HeadsLuminous brightHaloed music http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1909962/ Macbeth and Richard III http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1905388/ The Chelsea HotelWe remember it wellAn' its splendid interior decorBy never setting foot thereA very Bohemian RhapsodyTwo Dylans are thrillingOne Bob an' one ThomasOne life and one deathA song and poetic requiemA Sad Eyed Beautiful momentAnother unquietly into the nightEmbracin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1887611/ the Rotten vision of it alla renaissance culture Clashof hell rising from The Fall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1887609/ Why you got those boots on your feetAre you the wandering jingle janglerThat heeled high feeling easy dreamerLending ears to become the audienceMarking antonyms like Julius CaesarTrying to rise before the failures fallSublimely for the mad beauty of it allIn desperate dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1887607/ Not long after the beginningand a bit before the end the Almighty said to Noah: “Is that your real name?”“Yeah”, said Noah; “you gave it to me, your ever generousness. I was hoping forsomething a bit more romantic and maybe even an extra syllable or two, or become.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1887605/ Picasso knew all about theblueWhile Dylan howled the azuresLike a harlequin and thethiefCasing a joint on the insideoutFrom the singular to thepluralitySynthesing art’s fluentmusicalityGuernica sounds like aharmonicaHowlin’ Damoiselle’s Avign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1885102/ Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowThat’s a very long week of more tomorrowsAnd the very occasional mixed metaphorWhat’s a meta for if you can’t go mixing itLike Robert De Niro and the angry mailmanSlugging that key board in your HemingwayOr just Fred a stari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1885098/ Iron birds traverse the skyBoats of iron sweep the seaIron horses track the earthMakes us all really wonder(Well, at least it does me)About whatever it was happenedTo the wooden horse of AthensAn' the golden hair of Helen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1885093/ Schadenfreude is the firstcallerAt a defeated fighter’scornerDamning luck like a jeeringloserWishing well an’ cursingcheaperTelling you it could’ve beenbetterThat is always the samedifferenceBetween a fighter and agambler Both could lose ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1881072/                                  The sovereignlord of drama           &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1881068/ His angelic soul to heaven was drawnFrom waters deep as his golden songReturning hence to where it was bornRemained in fire as his burning fleshPerished in flames at the water’s edgeWhen his sacred heart refused to burnThe mourners wept with pouring wineUpon the fire-sweetened soul of vers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1881063/  The written music of amystical innocenceUnveiled the songs of reveredexperienceEngraved upon a world ofindifferenceUntouched by rejection’scritical audienceAnd ignoring the clamour of noconsequenceA Poet revelled in his visionsof significance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1871457/  Manchester Free Trade HallThe faithful heard a fatefulcall“Judas.” That friend of usall Faith is that what we keepTreachery is that we weepThat unjust friend of sleep “I don’t believe youTurn the frgging volume u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1871441/                                                Clockertime is mechanicalchronologyClickeringclackering on the timelineStraighteninglynarrow to a thin fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1871437/ The false glimmer of charismaCasts its very leaden shadowHeavy on the light fantasticLight upon the heavy plasticDeceiving others to believeShadows walk upon waterBelieving others areconvincedBy the image of appearanceSmiling on the surface maskPreying upon the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1862729/ Shakeyour hands to your elbowsAndyour bones down to your feetWhereempty sockets in our pocketsRemindus where eyes used to seeWhenour shoes really hit the street Walkingon water is something elseTreadinggrapes a sweeter experienceWhileeach doth not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1862718/  WhenKafka got up to danskatheband played desafinadofora deliciously exciting polkaanda dreary two step of Viennabuthe only danskaed the tangotoappease his latent fandangoKafkagot lost in the danskadiscoveringhis passionate waltzaembracing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1860000/ The weeping folds of that woven truthHang beautifully plain upon a saviourScorned and scourged in purple cloth Devouring breath in luminous colour Crossed in pain on that wooden frameCrowning thorns adorn his golden haloCompassion hangs in tear filled shameWhile .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1859995/ Saint Jack hit the roadThen the road hit JackTough as the road goesFrom Canterbury to CalvaryOr New York to California It’s a very long pilgrimageAmidst the prayer dealsAnd the spoke wheelsThe road always hits backA highway is for gamblersThe dealers rig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DuncanBrown/1858067/