http://slow.writerscafe.org/Philemone The original writings of author Michael Kirre en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776068950 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Once I hadfriends.Then I leftAnd theyforgot about me. Igot angryAnd I gotsad.Then, Irealized why. I’m sorry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/2987924/ In my mind I'm laying on the green grassLooking up at the cloudsas they drift lazily bydoing nothingthinking nothingIn reality I'm sitting insidestaring out the windowat the greening grass of springstill doing nothingthinking nothing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/1175012/ As I sit here and stare out the windowJust feeling the seconds tick slowly bySimply enjoying these moments of silence and peaceWatching the birds fly byI feel like there is something wrong with meSomething not quite rightInsideAlmost like...Almost like som sort of genetic lack of ambitionI think I m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/1171827/ I once spent a thousand years creating a statue with nothing but a wooden spoonI spent a millunnium carving its delicate features from marble and hard rockWhen I finally had completed my workI stood back to admire my creationWhen a sudden question appeared in my mindPart question, part realizationIs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/1171228/ It's monday againI kinda like itA new startBlank sheetsUnsharpened pencilsA new chance to not screw up! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/1170694/ Once it was us against the worldSticks against dragonsBack to backSwords pointing outWe grew upFell in loveGot marriedThen a dragon attacked youInvisible it burned youInside youThe only place were we could not goThe place were we had no defence Outside our reachIt burned my maidenIt burned our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/1153803/ Tetrapharmakos is a poem by the greek philosopher Epicurus (c. 300 BC) who wrote it as a four part remedy (hence the title) to live the happiest life possible. I made one for myself. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/971569/ If only someone would ask meIf some gentle soul could take pityto take my shaking handand lead me out of the wilderness To shelter my fallen spiritTo dry my tearsAnd let me rest in their lapjust for a little while My heart is missinga beatMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/970793/ AnothermorningSamekitchen tableSame cup ofcoffeeSame lackof ambitions Another half-heartedtrySamefailureSamegrowing unrest Same asbefore Anothernight in bedSame orangeglowSame ceilingSame thoughts Another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/886424/ Slightlyoff,normalabnormality.Somewhat asit should be, abnormalnormality Blue-tac ona rose anddescentblack robes.Mona Lisaby Picasso orPick aLasso by the Ministry of Truth. A Line inthe sand washed awayby the sea.Forever.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/843121/ A poem (in the roomiest sense of the word) about the the sometimes abrupt transition between childhood and adulthood and all that which comes after. A word of warning: This one gets graphic! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/841005/ Apart from the knife, the spoon is probably the oldest man-made tool. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/832822/ A little poem about the turmoil of heartbreak, but mostly an experiment in the visual presentation of a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/827979/  When I look into the mirrorI see a man that should be strongA man that should be proudA man that should hold his head high I would like to see a smileNot a tired worn-out grinI would like to see the spirit fly high and freeNot a grey and worn down mind&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/827192/ Pace steadily increasing time rush by so quickAnd we, my friends, are but instances in theGreat Forever So, let there then be this one last happy nightLet us fill it, and ourselves, with the drinkthat makes us smile and laugh and danceand enjoy the Good .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Philemone/708986/