http://slow.writerscafe.org/Spice The original writings of author Richard M en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006256 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Both touched by Dementia in recent years, a friend and I collaborated to highlight and increase awareness of this life draining disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2948943/ I am who I am, I do what I do http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2944729/ Across the country from sand to sand  we celebrate the green and gold, with respect we recognise   a land generations old. A land steeped in history, a people young and proud, with freedoms we enjoy todaythe liberty's we're allowed.   &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2941863/ She's not a morning person,gets up around midday,she likes to laugh,knows lots of people, and makes friends easily. Likes lazy lunches where the days just linger.She reveals layers of who we are.knows secrets unheard,covers things I can’t talk,she knows, understa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2939425/ We hear the news, commentary on the news every day, bombarded with facts and figures and we get so carried away, fixated by what we hear. This poem is a call to slow our lives, look around, LIVE! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2924429/ 'Reserved' sign on Table One,so crave that morning sun,to get out, to get about, debating whose turn to shout.When we meet it's a weekly scene of what we've done, and where we've been.Coffee's calling,it's such a creed, but way beyond simple need.Coffee sets for a br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2923421/ Just finished this morning. Not very poetry, but I like it. The way I am, the way I feel. I think so many need to hear this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2923034/ such a longing   for so, so long,so, so deep. so many, so many, yet  so nothing.they've gone now  behind that marital veil,never to be again, but   I was there.my love was there, my all was there,they knew of   that love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2913111/ yes, it's hard,a struggle, a real bummer to what could've been.broken pieces, shattered dreams, but it's me, the way I am.how to say it yes, it's tempestuous,emotions rolling,days, years,corridors dark,it's pain,it's scars.how to speak itit's my space, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2905847/ Sweethearts all for   getting me here.doctors, nurses, professorials,home care staff.I needed them all,for roads travelled, laneways many,tracks I've wandered,sometimes dead ends, but they've always been ....Sweethearts for   many routines .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2899926/ An obvious scenario yes, but how often do we stop to think about others around us? We need to live together people, we need to understand and accept others and take into account their paths. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2897170/ Stroke recovery. Coming back! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2896308/ all my thoughts all my feelings all my knowledge all my experience let me to Shine! my disability, the challenges I've had,the sicknesses I've faced,the paths I've gone,winding, winding ....the strengths in me, of me!Don't give up on that, don't deny the years! R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2896300/ We've all seen it written, know what it's about,a learning, a meaning not to be without.Not knowing Latin, but all agree, the wisdom behind Horace's philosophy.Seize the day before life gets in the way, do that thing always to do,do something to benefit you. Say .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2894430/ My poetry,my words talking,clinging,comforting,covering me,shielding me,sheltering meA softness of heart, a hardness of resolvean anger blazing It's home,a bedside pad,a journal a computer screen,a kindlePoetry, my friend and never apart, life and rhythm m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2894117/ be happy, as each day is a gift, enjoy it and be happy.each day ....enjoy this life. where to be in our anger,in our rage,in our rebellion? to what end,for what gain violence?words raging,anger, tension,violence, indifference, just love life, don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2888019/ Written to give Charlie a voice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2885363/ I'm their baby,she gave me birth,the youngest of four. born with problems, but they've fought so hard. the same rites, privileges,just like others;a regular family, school in the mainstream,corridors dark, calipers, calipers to give me a better life,community accepta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2883131/ the beat of life still, another day.other situations, but I am.much can be denied, but I am. footpaths, stepping stones, but I am.a spirit just to be, my road,others, but my road ahead.'I walked once, I'll do it again.'day by day,all in this mom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2879678/ I've seen him walk by my house,never knew his name,quiet, to himself,I saw his photo,he has a name now.his gingery look,always cleanly dressed,scars hidden, his eyes distant.what stories do they hold?where does he live,they say by the railway, but  where does he go,h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2879677/ An obvious scenario, but something, we all too often mindlessly pass by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2875561/ A childhood memory, a future strength. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2872546/ A friendship, of many years standing, between two shores http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2869326/ To most, it's all the here and now, a need to be addressed,a problem to be solved, the situation best. It's time to be saving  to help me on my way,my routine and agenda, many things to face the day.  To me, it's the there and th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2868690/ Three Years today Friday, 10 July 2020the journey!my roads twisted,I remember that day,up, dressed, calipers on, ready to go.where I was, what I was doing, plans for the day, the mission I had. That first day in pieces,seeing the dest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2864043/ We went on the same bus,a shy little thing,seated halfway down looking out the window.She knows me,knows what I'm like, knows what I like.She sees things I don't,she anticipates things,knowing me, she may suggest calipers or not, depending.Comfortable now with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2864025/ There ...that’s where I was,body limp, lifeless,knowing, yet not understanding. Here ...a wheelchair where I live, walking progressing,not to forget this journey, not to forget time, patience, of guidance,of friendship. There ...where I want to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2859871/ We only see them for awhile, before the darkness! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2858439/ The last one was red   to make a statement, to be loud in a crowd,confined maybe, but   out there!Green  I've loved it forever my favourite  since I don't know when, cool, tranquil,peaceful, calming.After the specifications&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2855463/ This is all boring, mundane, obvious stuff yes, but the thought of it drives me insane and makes me dizzy with the possibilities and diversity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2852174/ Not a very good poemy poem, but has been in my heart and soul for such a long time. I know we know all this stuff, but do we ever Take Time? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2848230/ she runs between   two rooms;his head,his heart, no windows, she just runs  in his forever  .... he says nothing, the eyes just watching, remembering   everything, thoughts too deep,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2845427/ day to day,year to year,the grind of routine, most times the comfort of a known quantity, a space, days at peace, but a black hole, a fall, something unheard breaks inside,in the soul of me, I can hear it....... a silence http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2835295/ The journey of Stroke recovery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2834608/ The hurt is over, the wound is closed, a gaping wound once exposed, those tmes lived, you've   conquered pain, moving forward in   new strengths gained. Scars come of many kinds,silent stories left behind, sometimes of const.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2829018/ Saw this today, and written 2 1/2 years ago. It was at the time of incomprehensible, unbelievable fires in South Eastern Australia. A bit vocal! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2826714/ Was looking through old poetry today and found this. Written 4 years ago, 50th Anniversary of man's landing on the moon. Tells where I was, but my question, where were you and do you remember? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2826008/ Calipers and crutches,a stumbling gait,movements awkward.Falling, often a silly thing, but sometimes breaking spirit;something breaks inside, inaudible, but I hear it in my soul! A wheelchair lives here,paint off doorways, shoe, tyre scuffs across door frames, a ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2825851/ The journey of Stroke http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2824649/ A bit of silliness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2824553/ Lettersmy love, myplace, adaily relax,anescape,twentysix friends gather,everydaythey surround in different number, combinations,showing  shapes, colours, shades. Howwill they  play today?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2823601/ Have tried so many times to put feelings, sadness, hurt into words. This has been through no fewer than twenty rewrites. Sorry so long, but had to get it out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2818516/ 50 years of dogs in my family, and my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2815184/ I'm not usually so vocal, but I have my days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2812440/ Just ramblings I guess of a younger me making sense of the mess of a physical handicap, but then the beauty of that .... it's me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2804403/ In memory of my beautiful little girl 'Lotte.' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2801868/ After illness, I had to sell my car and hand in my licence. A sad time by necessary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2801214/ My hometown,the place I love, two months away,now a first floor window,a convalescence.Rooftops, treetops,an horizon skyline, a landscape yellowing under a late spring sun, rolling hills familiar;landforms, colours. A street familiar, cars parked in   a kaleidoscop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2796110/ (sequel to Confusion) It’s happened again,another fall, suddenly,the time, appointments  my mind racing ……haste, frustration, irritation,sadness, despair,no time for this ……getting up, the effort  ... haste ... .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2795485/ Remembering our wonderful care workers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Spice/2794692/