http://slow.writerscafe.org/DrPoet2021 The original writings of author Dr Poet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997070 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I see my questionslyingin a dried-up puddleby the dockarranging the deathby fateof my last fewminutes of luck.I feel the secondsdyingin the surgical tickof the clocknever too early norlatewhen time's ripe forthe final knock.I hear my sisterssighingand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/532280/ A sketch in title and body http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/529571/ Something in theweight of my thoughtsproves me I'm theweakest creature of all,lost in the plot ofmy reason against loveshot in the heart bythe seasons cast from above,so sensuously shovedupon this brittle self of mine, this strangerrelated to as Iwith no face to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/497718/ Down at thecrossroads, where an old cornerto the lord of thewinds became an abodegrowing out of thegold of the green galore,you will find outabout the dying of dayswhen the frostydawning will freeze outthe last breath ofthe warm breeze.There you willlearn, my friend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/490127/ Limitation.I learned this word with its meaningwhen I found out my viewpoint was narrower than the sky.Contradiction.I once got tangled up in its weavingswhen I realized a truth untoldis heavier than a lie.Frailtywas the ever sweet-sour feelingof eventually grabbing defeatafter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/460822/                 Through too many days of the easy summermy spirit has wandered acrossthe winding ways of a wooden counter,my demons perched along the amber sinewsleading to the rotten tomb of regrets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/442066/ Skyscrapers, gigantic architectures and all the glossy imagery which dominate people's consideration of NYC are just a superficial dimension of the picture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/408114/                  On all lands named after saints and new namesborn far away from their wombs,the evil of men melts down intoa charming translationalways enchanting the tongue of the dumb hearts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/356478/         Time,brother to the pain of all loves gone,father to my shame of all lies told.Your light splinters into millions of blasts moving forward from the past,fast, roaming through the shadetill its rays cast a blowing blessing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/353758/                  In the yolk of existencethe germs of self-destructionsoftly drill their waythrough the hardnessof an everyday consumptionslipping away too heavily whiledraining the soul out s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/352295/                 When empires were falling down on the roadinside was crumbling down all the world,deep in the stone cold hearts of thosestaring frozen by fiery cloudsdumbed by the uselessness of words.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/349336/ .. -->                 @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }                 P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } Fathers who slay their childr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/339753/ Out on the illogical streetsbattered by the soul-cleaving windI had to go, in retreatfrom the awe desolating my heartand a nature all immersed in the dark. But as from stark black earthlife inexplicably sprouts the stemsup till then drowned in the mud,so your eyes cast light o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/224999/ Immorality has become so mainstreamthat even desire has lost its appeal.So stop longing for things you have not,just find glares of sense in what you have got.There is so much wasted love at the corner of the streetsyet we keep walking on,as we leave behind our bits.Yes, because no o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205976/ Living...no, say- survivingby replacing love with obsessions:that's what getting up in the morningseems to be all about.Everyone gasping in a fake need of information,though not the wise one, may it be said or written. Instead slaves to vision, to watching,to peeping reality pretendi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205975/ A few sages raise architectures of certitudes,while mountains of corpses burythe last bits of human shame.This is the only undeniable evidence,and as hapless horror snaps the heartI can only climb insuperable doubts.No escape is worth eludingthe question which permeates reality:what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205973/ It all happened in a minutewhile everything was drowning in the sun,in the stuttering light of a springwhich had waited so long to begin.I was strolling on my ownthrough the maze of my inexplicable self,like a king planning the crucial battleto regain the dignity of his land.Millio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205972/  Love is (in) an adverbLove me discreetly,I will understand completely.Disclose your opinions intensely,I will take care immensely. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205971/ Where is the whole world going?What is this obscure word to which I cannot give a meaning?Why is my being locked upin a prison with no ceiling?I can see the candour of clouds,still my soul roams in the blackest maze.At the gloomy clarity of my sinis the furthest I can only gaze.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DrPoet2021/205968/ All of what in the world I meetis a mirror telling me I exist.Everyday I walk in the life feeling naked in the thickest mist,like ashamed of being,unaware that salvation comes from givingto myself a confessionto the others my redemption. 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