http://slow.writerscafe.org/Johnfakler The original writings of author John Fakler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034017 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem conveying a hopeful message rather than a factual one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/766423/ My eternally unfinished poem it pains me to even read the thing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742209/ I pass through locks with great ease I can do whatever I pleaseNo door can hinder meNo one will ever seeI could rob the rich man blind Never to be confinedEven if you saw my faceYou will never end this raceIn plain sight I disappearThe government cannot draw nearEvery night I send a noteI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742206/ My first ever poem and in my opinion one of my best it is however very dark http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742205/ The squire faced many testsHe proved himself the very bestHe walks toward his greatest foeThe toughest one he'll ever knowThe world around disappears As he prepares to face his fearsThe song of steel fills the airDodging blows by a hairMany hours pass like thisKnowing that they face abyssA stre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742203/ A humble peasant is no moreHis fields were scarred by the warTo make a stand he rises upOnly to fill a new master's cupThough he chose the path of knightFirst he learns the squire's plightThe many years dulled his witAt every misstep his knight doth spitSo he goes about completing his choresEveryday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742202/ A child is born But none know whyAn object of scorn To their noble eyesLooked down uponBy those who are richWorking under the searing sunEspecially to him life is a bitchHis fields got trampled during the warThe king looks not at his despairFor the king is with his whoreFor the peasant the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/742200/ Stormy weather leave it beFor haven't you done enough to meThe one I love left me aloneFor what sins must I atoneDrops of red fall from the skyAfter loosing all water from my eyesLeave me alone you wretched painThe storm of myself ceaselessly rains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Johnfakler/741997/