http://slow.writerscafe.org/advance84 The original writings of author advance84 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010167 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Born among the stars,scattered by the gods, a most delightful creation storyWho wouldn't want to desire to be like the swine , humble wasn't his first,second or third charm, a hodgepot of ignorance and stubborn is all that one who desires to be a swine, bears. When given a name like such, both the c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2768002/ A poem about a Hare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2764851/ It was decreed all among the elephants, to all corners of all hte wallsA song fit for the heartbroken should be sung.Arriving first , elephants,male rasiing their trunks against one another, fought,fought and fought to establish a position of favouArriving second, elephants,female,started charging a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2763917/ My trial of at the poetry format : Rondaeu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2762660/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2761591/ Stoned gray, left he, morning's burialClap, Clap, he , Clap Clap went, Brick uponBrick upon Brick, one by one, they went to kiln's tongueFire they were, Wailing they went out ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2761590/ They drove him out, nor more was his breastpiece blubbery.In judgment tey spoke, hands had begun a seige, legs kicked and cried.I heard one say "to the hills". Another with a slient tongue said " not just the breast, tear away the sackcloth too"They were drving him out. O, by ther hairs on his chin,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/2760844/ The Birds Sing a Lullaby The Birds sing a lullabyThe Clouds danceSeduced in the ritual of rainDown came the moon spiritsDown then came the star that wasn't a star at all.A relic of misdirectionA relic of the forgottenThe lamp in the drawing roomThe lamp fixated to Point AThe lamp watching its o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/1961635/ She's the hunter I'm the rabbit under the burrow Can she shoot me If i'm tucked away ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/1960410/ Interpret how you feel best. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/1945862/ Ghosts.A clown parade. The festival of the crossed arms.The school bells have rung.A clown has a chalk, ready to devour minds.An army armed with chalks.That’s a lash for poor dimensions, distribution and the layout of the text.Student Protest.Squashed by dawn. Clothe yourself in the rags .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/1929301/ No Giveways Here !!! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/advance84/1898752/