http://slow.writerscafe.org/Allen%20Smuckler The original writings of author Allen Smuckler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021433 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An ekphrastic poem based on the artwork of Victoria (Torii) Harper I DON"T KNOW WHY ART WORK CONTINUES TO DISAPPEAR ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2921892/ * Villanelle- feel free to critique, offer feedback, comments, or changes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2859598/ We all can hear ... if we listen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2795131/ I like to have fun with me ... welcome to my world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2794746/ Let your imagination run wild ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2794742/ We can learn from anyone ... or anything, if you look and listen hard enough. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2792031/ an ekphrastic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2791947/ an ekphrastic poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2791944/ coming to grips http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2791759/ trauma in the closet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2791758/ Nostalgia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2791756/ a villanelle - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2048860/ a haibun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/2048855/ We don’t know the lonelysoulswe don’t know them at allthey sit behind cascadingfallsdetached behind their walls they walk amongst us everydaybeneath the shimmering starsthey sit beside us on aplaneto view our sensel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1927142/   Dreams ofembraces are miles apart.We shared ouryouth on that momentous day, I promise my love, I’ll return for yourheart. We traveled,tasted, and tried to be smart.April has passedand cascaded to Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1924653/ I slept in morning’s mist bytemperance wayshould gators tread acrossthe turtle’s pathtorrents of rain sincewashed my breath awaywhile life escorts thesilent reaper’s wrath She cared for me as angelssplit the rails.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1924045/ He thought of all the heatthat came from the rear tires as he sped away in his Pontiac Tempest. Magic Carpet Rideblared fromhis Alpine speakers. Ice dripped from his heart,sleet poure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1924040/ A time for reflection…. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1355325/ short and sweet...sometimes one thought is enough. What's better than family? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1236056/ The aura emulates fromthe beautifulchildrenas they look anddiscover the unionizedworld wecreated for them … … and they see and growand developinto who and whatwe expect,desireand hope wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1205820/ Been away a few days...this is why. It's all about seeing the light, folks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1172545/ edited and changed for the inclusion into my new book "Unknown Journey: A Voyage through Time"...original is also posted if you want to compare... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1170217/ My last whack at e.e....we're on a first name basis now...I actually made it easier to decipher, otherwise you might stop reading it & whatwouldBthe.in that...:)) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1168701/ This is my first attempt in this style (villanelle), thanks to Mark... I hope it works... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1167060/ The poem begins AFTER the Hebrew version...and that photo. Don't fret, I can't read it either. Don't run away from the transliteration, though...It's readable if you dare. Let's give it a shot... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1166053/ Book of "published" poetry... for ALL to see!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1161120/ The heart is ever so fragile...be careful, handle with care- ars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1125809/                   Chapter 14                    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1119276/  Apparently, I thump my thighsmissing a beatleft by my sidein the argument of confusion... Apparently,                &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1032580/ to pay it forward, be trueit's not all about youbut being part of the testmake us happy  place a smile on our face... …and equally important, we share the good. Thesmall things that allow us to smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/1007553/ on a roll... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/996645/ finally... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/996585/                                          Chapter 13       &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/994159/ Peace onearth is guaranteed, but how can it be free
Peace onearth is warranteed, but not for you and me Love may comeit often goes, but can we be without
Love yourfriends as well as foes
, but und.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/975361/ Concrete minds, abstract lives,master of your fate.The tired man at last arrives,while you just sit and wait...            http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/975319/ Chapter 12                      “Don’tsweat the small stuff...and it’s all small stuff”        .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/966160/ Edited and changed for the inclusion in "Unknown Journey: A Voyage through Time". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/963731/ MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMM!!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/963713/            Chapter 11“And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughterand sharing of pleasures, for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morningand is refreshed.”     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/953371/                                 “TheTrain is leaving, last call to get on,     lastcall for adventure, last call for the rest of your lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/953228/ "found in the archives"... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/947075/ A half truth is a whole lie... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/946036/ Tomorrow’s sunshinejust for fun and just because;I missed it today.          http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/937134/ breaking the sound barrier http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/936727/ Anatomicallysound, befitting a kingswayingalertly in the waves, I sing. Hearts,at sea, floundering and pounding againstthe cavity of my chest, astounding. V-Dayarriving, and leaving without meswimmin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/924201/ ....is a very, very, very fine house...Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young (Our House) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/906469/                                Bind (the words that I command you today) as a sign on yourarm, and they shall be ornaments between your eyes...Deuteronomy 6:8 .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/894765/  Ahhh …. Reset,    Resit … ooohWhat’s better than thisMy, oh myon the tree of lifefacing weston Turtle Beach, Siesta Key,Sarasota, Florida. Ohhhh&h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/891527/                                            If the past cannot teach the present and the father cannotteach the son, then.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/889743/  Thisold manshuffles inslow &steady,poured aginchangeschairsdrinks hisshare. Waitresswipeshis space& dabshis faceloses hisplacea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Allen-Smuckler/888748/