http://slow.writerscafe.org/Themis The original writings of author Ceos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776203249 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    A simple, sweet, smooth melody, that is often something we cherish from our childhood days. A song sung to ease the mind and muscles to an easy slumber after a long day. That is a lullaby.    A small comfort to a frightened child in the dark night. A tune of adoration from p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/1001031/ No association with the book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/1000470/ My life has gone insane The sky if full of rain I have an infinite list of chores Oh well, at least I'm never bored  I have bill I must pay I have taxes sapping my check Creditors breathing down my neck Oh well, at least I'm never bored  I have little rice to eatNo shoes on my blistered fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/998838/ I dream of a world of goldWhere any story may unfoldWhere everyone's story will be toldWhere loneliness and fear are memory  I do not mean for the streats To be made of metalNo, would settle For a place I could live and be happy I wish for a place That is blind of rac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/996706/ Just a relaxing little story. Nothing out of this world, just simple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/996700/ Sad, and unexpected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/996684/ Hi, my name isCharles Winston Jones III, but you can call me Charlie for short. Ibet your wondering why this dingy notebook is in your locker. I betyou are wondering what idiot left it there. Well, that idiot happensto be yours truly. Yes, I will take offense, but will forgive andforget du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/980031/ I struggle, I fightJust to survive This tedious reality That many find, easy What right do they have That I was born withoutTo love without care While I am alone Their fortune such a contrastTo my own povertyAs much of the soul as the bodyAs I sit in the shadowy gloomLove mocks me Success ignores me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/942511/ The suppression of the mind Is a crime of the most evil kindMan does not have the strength of an oxNor the wily cunning of a gray foxHe does not have the sight of an eagleNor the nose of a beagle And are bound by what is considered legal What man has, does not lie in the mundaneThose who show it so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/832997/ A day of joy and painA day of sunshine and rainWhat is one to someone Will be the other to anotherA life is lived on the earth With portions of bliss and misery Which combine into a peaceful oblivion That passes into the desert A man is made of not but dust And to dust, return he mustthat is what al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/823049/ Wealth on earth is measured in metalFor which many settle Sparkling silver and glistening gold For which lives have been sold  We did deep holes In the ground and our soules To find a tiny stone So we may decorate our thrones  We seek themWe hoard them We steal them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/816681/ This poem is one that is rather special to me. I hope that whoever reads it may enjoy it and appreciate it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/804619/ Sun shone down in shimmering rays A cool breeze flowed through the parkMaking the tree branches gently sway On a late September day  I had only stopped for a brief while To rest on a faded purple bench When I looked up in a tree and had to smileAt a bird with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/799019/ John sat in the sterile white room. The little waiting room was as empty as the void that cold October night. A navy blue Bible was closed in his hand. Its bright golden writing glinted in the artificial light. He heard his name. A nurse was holding a clipboard and looking at him. " John Stewart?".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/792614/ I wake with a shiver Arising from my sleep And pleasant dreams that I had In a world of cold  I draw my covers tight Trying to ward off Old Jack Frost And his icy touch  I set my foot down with a smackAnd jumped back from the cold woodBut finally manage to lift myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/772592/ "Whatever happened to the Anasazi native American tribe, we may not ever know," said Caleb, finishing his presentation. His classmates stared with blank eyes at him as they struggled not to sleep during the boring, and unveventful, day. Mr. Hastens stood up from his chair. The chair echoed a creekin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/748037/ Clouds stir in the sky Covering the blissful blue With a blanket of Thick and suffocating gray  Gray then changes black The rumling growl Of a giant's drum Echos across the heavens  Arcs of light flash Crackling across the fields Of bleak desolation Striking where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/742242/ The world is still The air is calm Not a sound Disturbs the silence  The trees stand erect The crickets don't chirp It is as if they Are holding their breath  The sky lavender The moon has sunk Below the distant horizon It is humbly bowing For the next act &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/740527/ Everyone searches for miracles Though they often do not think Of the ones they do in fact See in their lives  We expect a dead man To come back to life Or our sick friend To be well again  We want something incredibleSomething out of the ordinaryBut we allways forge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/740520/  Allen stood upon the prow of “ The Cerberus” with a serene expression crossing his face. The rising sun blazed citrus orange upon the deep aqua water of the Caribbean, creating the most majestic scene ever to grace God's Earth. A strong wind blew the salty sea air into Allen's su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/740447/  Perfection Perfection is the goal of humanity Whether it be personal or public Humans have always strived for perfection As a whole We frown upon the ordinary We frown upon the common We frown upon the anythingThat does not match Our idea of greatness Every day we cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/740179/ Bleak gray towers Of vast twisted steel With matching dark storm clouds Hovering above  Mankind has always stood in awe Of themselves and their creations Creating the the complex and ugly Is our great specialty A tall tower of concrete and glass Can not mach The nat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/739238/  I was walking down an old country lane one day, when I came upon a circus. Colorful and full of that excitement that may only be found at a place such as that, I walked under the gigantic ribbon that served as the entrance. Being one of such short income, I could not hope to afford to attend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/739226/  Dawn breaks in pale radiance The sea of emerald grassGlistening from the new morning dew A breeze whispers through the forestLaying by a filed Surrounded by earthy hillsA fain rumble sounds in both East and West The sound of trumpet and horn Echo like an annoying pest Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/738972/  James walked on a cold sidewalk on a frigid day on the outskirts of New York City. Grumbling about the air that seemed to prick his lungs with a thousand blades, he walked the dismal five miles to his home. His house was nothing out of the ordinary, dreary brown, well secured, new roof, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/738958/ Joe punched in that morning at 7:00am at his small job at a gift shop for the Unending Caverns attraction in Utah. He dully walked around taking inventory of the merchandise. As always, the shelves were full. Hardly a hundred people came each month of the year. He had taken the job for the summer .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Themis/738956/