http://slow.writerscafe.org/marshalg The original writings of author Marshal Gebbie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070313 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lured by the siren voices of human aggrandizement,The hedonistic, headlong pursuit of material satisfaction.By the few who seek wealth and powerOn a scale undreamed of By the Caesars and PharaohsOr even by the lofty, pampered Imperialists Of the heady nineteenth century. Ignored, are the vast stinki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1416512/ Serenely independent of ineptitude in lifeUnclamoured by resentment’s inconvenience and strife, When borne upon a wave of incredible blue seaTo leave a beaming smile on this old, wrinkled face of me.Gleefully convulsing at a funny story toldWhen the teller roared with laughter and crossed her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1371128/ Like signing on absynth in a fanfare of fashionIs to take on ballast to flatter the crowd,When the primary hallmark of singular cadenceIs to minimise bullshit and shout it aloud.Cocksure and crafty in colours of rainbowStrutting your stuff on the red carpet’s fame,Flicking th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1371092/   Cathedral like these portals vastVaulting high in concrete greyFrom echoed bowels of poets walkThrough Pier Five’s companionway.From high above the tidal flow.Obscured by sheets of misty rainDull Hazards flash in red and greenWith foghorn, distant, in refrain.And from the darkened .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1360772/                           Makes me pause to wonder whyI conjour thoughts to let them fly,Float them forth as dreams do singOf hope's eternal leavening.....Leavening the q.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1351856/   Across this green and verdant landAtop the snow capped reaches high,Shadows lengthen as the sunDescends in golden strata sky.Alone I sit on granite stoneContemplating nature’s goldWhy then, is my mood so dark?Why then do I feel, so old?I caste my mind across the seaTo continents ad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1326037/ One must believe in something be he misanthrope or gamblerIn tomorrows omnicience or the future proof of GodThe penance in a drunk's decay sets self destruct's imposerWether speakerphone's on disconnect or cellphone's in the bog.Conveyance of a threat to adherants of St SelfwiseShow athiest's are pr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1314648/ When bit by proboscisof bullying b******sWhen flayed bymanagement’s moneyed constraints,When cowed bypolitical pressure’s publicity….Irrepressiblepositives will cut the restraints. For regardless of ageor the state of the body,Regar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1311032/ Ode to a magnificent Lady http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1305084/ Questing the great mystery of man's penchant for extremes of psych and behaviour. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1303977/ Greens and gold of lattice work cascading down the tree,This epiphyte, so infinitely, delicately free.A lattice work of green finesse, a miniature CezanneWith exquisiteness of spiky bloom embellishing it’s charm.Cascading down the grizzled trunk of gnarled and twisted handThe hosting ancient K.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1302737/ An analytical solliloquy of those elevated souls who sit in Judgement of our more dubious side of society. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1297990/ Incredible the courage found to face the wrath of cancer,Face the force, insidious, which eats the inside, out.Face the trial erosion of eradication’s willpower,Face the wall of silence in the primal need to shout.Incredible the courage found to struggle on regardlessKeeping up appearance when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1296014/   From blue tranquillity where turquoise waters wash white golden sand, where brilliant fish school in myriad colour and shape, where magnificent squadrons of sleek tarpon and barracuda dash in perfect formation, grazing schools of silver mackeral through diamond flecked deep green shallow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1284891/   Whilst shopping in the mall last weekTo fill the Christmas tree,A derelict old soul held outHis grubby hand to me."Spare a copper for a cuppa mate?"He asked with shining eyes,And there was something in h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1279563/                       Jesus runs inEverglades, Mohammed climbs the roofThe Angelsstamp in anger as the Devil stands aloof,A wanderingPope in la-la land while Jewish hands d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1274303/                Stone of massive solidness, shards of gemlike flintCrystalline refractions flash in sunshine's noon-day glint,Obelisk in grasses green, immense in grey reposeHas lain in place for centuries here.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1272072/ Forthright in my chosen stanceDeliberate in the steps I dance,I seek to make my time fulfilAttainment, while I wish no ill,To others who would tread my path,(though this may cause some friends to laugh),“Uniquely” is the phrase I useTo walk the walk of lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1267379/   For many years you proffered friendship, albeit now, in disguiseFor all that time, I held in trust, the warm expression in youreyes,You claimed you worked hard, by my side, to help me build adream, a cause,And in return I promulgated for you sir, this fine remitt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1266623/ The Apparition    Hark thestalwarts bray a song to heavens far, to heavens seen,Gone the miserys who dwell in sordid tales of wrong.Now the thing interred is wrapped in joyous thoughts to preen,Of wenc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1263126/  Curling upward like the smoke from a cigarette with lipstickEmblazoned on the filter like a ruby on a ring.Spiraling like vapour on a freezing frosty morningWhere the air is still and foggy, where the early blackbirds sing.A maddening moment spinning in my flower's virgin youthWhen I kissed th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1260581/  The cordons ofexistence are constrictingFor the keepersof the dream have let us down,Who will buytomorrow if performances are hollowCausing all theglobal spectators to frown? American has beenthe silk pyjamasSince ’45 they’velead the wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1253917/  ‘Tis perilous, Sir, to write our thoughts to paper,To commit our living words to those unknown,For regardless of the flair expressed in writing all with careThe interpretation’s different to each clone.What may be black and white and clear as crystal,To othe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1253798/  It's quite odd how the average man will not commit to runWith any issues challenging his personal smoking gun.With issues that confound in discomfort’s naked placeOr adopt a stance of reticence when confronted here apace.Won’t lend a ready helping hand for fear of being heldAccount.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1249761/    Death drives fast in stolen carPursued en mass by cops afarDown motorway of he and sheWho drive in innocence, legally. Colliding in cascading messOf debris, dust and huge distress.Face down upon the tarmac nowHandcuffed with glock at bleeding brow.Whilst winding through a country g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1247417/                  Project yourself ahead kind friendInto a future worldWhere attitude’s in-exactitudesWill leave a realm unfurled,Where you shall not walk freely,Where laughter will not ring,Where authority sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1240556/ A moment’s inspiration to grasp a building thought,A panicked, surged excitement, now achieved, where once was naught.In plucking crystal thought from the yonder crisp, blue air,And coalescing mishmash into meaningful repair.To seek a path of verbage realigning phrases brightAnd feel the resur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1235858/  My lifetime as a little boyWas filled with mystery and toy,With fantasy I filled my headSo when I climbed the stairs to bed,Imagined I that phantoms dweltIn every shadow dark and svelt,In every nook and cranny thereBeyond the landing up the stair.Clutching hard my teddy bearI conjoured courage.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1233906/   Social chaos metered out through tiers of population stungBy indiscriminate battle wrought lifeblood, incessantly, is wrung.Why so the need for Assad’s torch, your Syria so needlessly debauched ?Nameless causes fuel the fire, Shiite, Sunni intervention. Hezbollah and al Qaeda spewV.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1233834/  I hear the shadow of a songLilting faintly in half light,Just beyond my reach it laysTauntingly, as lust's delight.It tiptoes, teasing, through my earTantalizing recollection sought,Bringing images to mindOf indelible delight unbought.I hear the shadow of a songWhich sweeps me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1227572/ There writ in ancient sanscrit textThe answer plain to what lays next,The answer writ in common tongueSo aged could understand with young,A secret held within the graspOf Kings and Prince of Priests of past,A secret hidden to confoundAll humankind from fact profoundTo keep it locked, withheld secure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1204975/ Would thee judge me to the endShould I make opium my friend?Wouldst thou rule that all was badShould I make laughter read as sad?Would that thou tax me in thy wayWere I to shun the games thee play?Wouldst thou beat my aching headWere I to masturbate in bed?Hast thou damned me with thy thoughtsPrior .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1201070/ Splendour surrounds with exquisit-ness foundIn the coo of a dove and the worm in the ground,With the look in your eye when you smile at my faceThe lift of the brow as penny drops into place.Exquisit-ness found in the phrases you writeAnd the softness of shadows when day turns to night,The touch of y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1198120/   Waking in darkness to brainstorming momentsWarm under covers on this freezing morn,Recalling the instants of yesterday’s sequences,How they developed and how they were born……“Moving with grace in a form fitting garment,Curves in the shadow light tauntingly near,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1195492/ Standingthere she wrings her handsThe light falls on her thinning hair,Shadow hides the worried eyesWhich fixate in a distant stare.Years ago the husband left,Left despite the child inside,Despite the growing pile of debt,He left it all to run and hide.The boy is born one w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1194899/  Vaultingcanyons soar on highShadowsvast in orange sun,Expeditiontreads the stonesOfexploration Mars begun.Shiftingsands in freezing breezeDesolation’sred extreme,Lifeless.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1180599/   Murmurings of memoriesWhispering in my ear,Nuances of notions feltFrom long ago, so dear,Nuances of feelings heldFrom deep within my breastLike the quiet stroll by lakesideWhen love became our quest.The way our fingers intertwinedThat shyness in your eyes,And the lovely way you giggledAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1173162/  Deformityof rationale’s depletion of reserveCastderelict to the wind,Avacant stare’s indifference statesAreluctance to rescind. Forterms spat forth in anger’s heatHavecut the issues thrice,Soreconciliation’s ove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1172397/    Autumn in New Zealand is a masterpiece on canvasPatternings of goldens and bright rose hips in their beds,Copses of coniferous in deep and darkly avenuesTo the brilliance of a country lane awash with leafy reds.Chimney fires are smoking in the rural country cottagesThe warming glow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1165747/   In the sizzle of the sauna I sat near a fellowA giant and as black, my friends, as black as pitch could be,Gentle eyes and gentle voice, melodious in cadenceIt reminded me of the music of the singing whales at sea.From Georgia in the deep south, friends, a basket ball pro playerAnd as pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1165569/   Over the last 200 years the Australians and New Zealanders have joined forces in conflict.We have fought, back to back, against a common foe.Fighting and dying in battle beside each other...resolute and definate.We fought as Brothers.Each year, on the sporting field, we have been bitter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1164485/   Standing on the hillside is a rustic yellow cottage,Rusty yellow staining from the steel dust of the trains.Passing, rushing carriages that crisscross by the hour,The ten o clock from Frankston meets the City train detained.Golden light of sunrise in the calm of early morningGolden light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1163678/    Preambleat the showdown the fighters eye to eyeDroningpulse of discourse from the referee is dry,Bouncingback to my corner the butterflies take chargeFor theother guy’s a monster, like a Doberman at large. Bellresounds alarmingly, I shuf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1158616/ Dripping sex, she stood there, completely unawareThat every man about her had turned around to stare.For in her nubile innocence and when her red lips smiledShe was causing utter mayhem as distracted drivers piled.The Postmen stopped delivering, Policemen stood agape,Conductors missed their trolleyb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1158443/    Aberration’schild is born as foetus in a manThoughts of where and why and when corrupted in the plan,These aberrations manifest behaviourally whereNormality’s parameters are stretched beyond the tear.Stretched beyond acceptable, stretched beyond beliefLi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1154130/ By amber light we sit here in this scintillating eveningBy amber light we wonder at the treasures of the night,Enraptured by the shimmer of the highlights in the waveletsAcross the bay the music plays to thrill us with delight.Moving to the rhythm of a tango in the moonlight,Feeling the sinuating wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1152608/ Two TranslationsBy Anselm Sappho, Fragment 96.6-11νῦν δ™ Λύδαισιν ἐμπρέπεται γυναί-κεσσιν ὤ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1147578/  Poets issue from the heartThere's nothing to be saidFor those who write in words of spiteTo leave their truths for dead.So really....Poetry is simplyA camera for the mindWhere one expresses sentimentThe heart won't leave behind.And...Release is feltBy he who writesOf ardour of the soul,As thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1146822/  That beautiful Wind as it howls from the passBlowing tussock in waves across hillocks of grass,Causing red leaves to billow in curtains of fall To gather in windrows beneath the stone wall,Where the zephyrs play mischief in colour and swirlAnd cascades of leafage fly skyward and whirl.And the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1146784/  Slap of leather magnifiedWhere Caesar’s legion marchedSetting sun of golden lightThough’ Roman tongues are parched.Pewter helmets bronzely glowSweat cascades from dusty browWhilst o’er hill the Vandals massSalivating hot blood now.Short swords cleat with marching rhythmStabbi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshalg/1145368/