http://slow.writerscafe.org/twinsfannewyork The original writings of author Paris Hlad en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776065970 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wings Above St. Stephen’s -Blessed Are Those Who Mourn- U Remembering a Young Woman Who Died on September 11, 2001 At the World Trade Center In Manhattan, New York City,The Sullenness of Her Mourners,And the Flight of a Red-Ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859813/ The Pretty Places of Love -The Pretty Places of Love- - I love things In degrees,  It seems; I love things Just in ways That find me in A perfect place Or just on Pretty days I lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859812/ Even the Sacred Sun-Concerning the Bronze Age--Even the sacred sun must die �"It is the way of things,Seen in the dust on snouted godsAnd stuffed Egyptian kingsThe frog that hoppedAlong the Nile,The lion on the plain -They perished inA time of droughtOr in a time of rainWho built the gre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859759/ Even the Sacred Sun -Concerning the Bronze Age- - Even the sacred sun must die �" It is the way of things, Seen in the dust on snouted godsAnd stuffed Egyptian kings The frog that hopped Along the Nile, &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859718/ The Indifference of Trees -The Best of Ambitions-- - When I was very young, I was abducted by a tree,Bound to a branch, and left hanging there forever.Oh, then my darkest fears became my best ambitions! But all my noble endeavorsAre the result of childhood trauma. For when I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859680/ The Indifference of Trees -TheBest of Ambitions-- - WhenI was very young, I was abducted by a tree,Boundto a branch, and left hanging there forever.Oh,then my darkest fears became my best ambitions! But all my nobleendeavors A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859642/ Opus Centralis:  -To Know More of theSun- - To behold the aureate spectacle of sunsetIs to affirm the primary work of the Artist,The one outside and within that expectsus To comprehend complex spiritual truthsVia the interplay of light, form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859590/ Opus Centralis:  -To Know More of theSun- - To behold the aureate spectacle of sunsetIs to affirm the primary work of the Artist,The one outside and within that expectsus To comprehend complex spiritual truthsVia the interplay of light, form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859547/ The Rubric -A Soul Made for the Storm- - When rain comes down at midnight,And a wind molests the lake, The only reasonFor the sceneIs that I amAwake For I am one soon takenBy a rubric[1] in the night, And ever wouldThese earthly eyesBehold a magic sight I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859504/ The Catastrophe A Pilgrim Heart Experiences LifeAs a Steep Uphill Journey, a CrucibleThat He Is Required to Endure & Explain:Everything Is Wondrous & Overwhelming. - -PROTASIS- The ease in every lie,The smirk in every sigh,The smile that does not last, The trick in e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859503/ The Catastrophe A Pilgrim Heart ExperiencesLifeAs a Steep Uphill Journey,a CrucibleThat He Is Requiredto Endure & Explain:Everything Is Wondrous& Overwhelming. - -PROTASIS- The ease in every lie, The smirk in every s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859482/ TheRubric -ASoul Made for the Storm- - Whenrain comes down at midnight, Anda wind molests the lake, Theonly reason Forthe scene Isthat I am Awake ForI am one soon taken Bya rubric[1] in the night,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859481/ Nowhere to Fly -Clinging to a Reed- -P- The evening air is cruel tonight;A frost lies on the grass, A gibbous moon peeps on the path,As my slow footsteps pass A true farewell is kept within,As leaving is a mix of wounded wordsAnd broken bonds arriving cannot fix A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859437/ The Lonely Voice -The Heart That Moved the Score- - Today, I gave away my songTo all who cared to hear,But they heard onlyMy rough voice, And notMy hopeAnd fear They marked the raspWithin my throat, But not the melody, Though several sangUnto themselves,As they wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859435/ The Lonely Voice -The Heart That Moved theScore- - Today, I gave away my song To all who cared to hear,But they heard only My rough voice,  And not My hope And fear They marked the rasp Within my throat, &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859377/ Nowhere to Fly -Clinging to aReed- -P- Theevening air is cruel tonight; Afrost lies on the grass, Agibbous moon peeps on the path, Asmy slow footsteps pass Atrue farewell is kept within, Asleaving is a mix of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859376/ Lovers Lake -Inward Is the Tragedy- - We walk no more togetherOn the shores of Lovers Lake,For dreams flee old affectionsWhen new passions are awake We walk alone and love as one,For we are scarcely hereQuite long enoughTo comprehend What is mostPlainly clear We are by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859307/ Lovers Lake -Inward Is the Tragedy- - We walk no more togetherOn the shores of Lovers Lake,For dreams flee old affectionsWhen new passions are awake We walk alone and love as one,For we are scarcely hereQuite long enough To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859262/ The Loveless ArmsA Poem by Paris Hlad(A Context for the Poem)Inspired by the Recollection of a Boy Who WasVerbally Abused in a British Literature ClassAnd Was That Winter Pronounced DOAAt the Orange County Trauma Center.--Occasionally, a student dies.It is a reality that most teachers f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859202/ (A Context for the Poem)Inspired by the Recollection of a Boy Who WasVerbally Abused in a British Literature ClassAnd Was That Winter Pronounced DOAAt the Orange County Trauma Center.--Occasionally, a student dies.It is a reality that most teachers face. I once had twin sisters in a sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859175/ The Mountaintop[1] -In Admiration of John Keats- I stood upon a mountaintopAnd gazed upon the vale; I watched the sun sink in the hillsAnd wonder did prevail 'It is a grace,' I muttered then;‘It is both night and day,' Then started back upon a pathThat l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859120/ The Mountaintop[1] -In Admiration of John Keats- I stood upon a mountaintop And gazed upon the vale; I watched the sun sink in the hillsAnd wonder did prevail 'It is a grace,' I muttered then; ‘It is both night and day,' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859085/ The Foibles of a Dream[1] -A Most Heartbreaking Dream- Why suffer the uncertainties of nightTo burn but like a candle in the gloom, When our best hope in life is to removeFrom loving in the squalor of a tomb? Why conjure all the foibles of a dreamBut for the sake o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2859015/ The Foibles of a Dream[1] -A Most Heartbreaking Dream- Why suffer the uncertaintiesof nightTo burn but like a candle in the gloom, When our best hope in lifeis to remove From loving in the squalor of a tomb? Why conjure all the foibles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858973/ What We Create And yet I cannot to my satisfaction be certainThat my mother existed outside of me,Since everything I experienceTakes place within me. I can say only that I believe she existedWhen she was not in my presenceOr not a presence in my mind. But that is as far as i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858895/ What We Create And yet I cannot to my satisfaction be certainThat my mother existed outside of me,Since everything I experienceTakes place within me. I can say only that I believe she existedWhen she was not in my presenceOr not a presence in my mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858859/ Three Clouds Medley[1] “Everyone Has Inside of Them a Piece of Good News.” -Anne Frank  -THE SLANDER- I crossed a lineDrawn in my mind,Then stumbled to me kneesFor in the sky came passing byThree clouds in weightless ease And I began to trembleAt what next t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858833/ ThreeClouds Medley[1] “EveryoneHas Inside of Them a Piece of Good News.” -AnneFrank  -THESLANDER- I crosseda lineDrawnin my mind,Thenstumbled to me kneesForin the sky came passing byThreeclouds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858805/ The poem that follows is about the last words I may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attending nurse held a cell phone to her ear. I am told that she showed some awareness of my voice, but there is no way of knowing whether she understood what was said to her or who wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858698/ The Masterpiece If I shall never see againSweet love upon your face,Nor in your eyes that holy lampThat led my heart to grace; Then I shall paintA masterpiece of youwithin my mind; And I shall hang it in a hallWhere beauty is enshrined For yours is like no other face;No eyes are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858697/ The Masterpiece If I shallnever see again Sweet loveupon your face,Nor in youreyes that holy lamp That led myheart to grace; Then I shallpaint A masterpieceof you within mymind; And I shallhang it in a hall Where beauty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858631/ The poem that follows is about the last wordsI may ever speak to my beloved mother. I was many miles away, and the attendingnurse held a cell phone to her ear. I am told that she showed some awareness ofmy voice, but there is no way of knowing whether she understood what was saidto her or wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858630/ Caesar & the Hula Dancer An Antique Movie Loosely Based on Caesar’sLove Affair with a Charming Hula Dancer U My Recollection of the EventsAssociated with the Loss of My ParentsIs Similar to a Silent Movie of Absurd Vignettes,Most of Which Are Merely Offensive or Grotesque -&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858539/ Caesar & the Hula Dancer AnAntique Movie Loosely Based on Caesar’sLoveAffair with a Charming Hula Dancer  U My Recollection of the EventsAssociated with the Loss of My Parents Is Similar to a Silent Movie of Absurd Vignettes,Most o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858493/ Driftwood Lines Written in Recollection of Having DiscoveredA Piece of Driftwood That May or May NotHave Been Fashioned by Nature. - You are a piece of driftwood, stranded on a foreign shore;And yet I sense a thing in you that tells of something more I note how like a life you ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858422/ Driftwood Lines Written in Recollection of HavingDiscovered A Piece of Driftwood That May or May NotHave Been Fashioned by Nature. - You are a piece of driftwood, stranded on aforeign shore;And yet I sense a thing in you that tells of something.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858390/ Riding Passenger Side (Three Reasons to Admire God’s Good Intensions) Riding Passenger Side on a Lonely Car Trip,I Was Invited to Think About the Good ThingsThat Fly in the Face of My General Misanthropy.So, I Recalled How the Warm Days of SummerServed as the Backdrop for a Rite of P.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858306/ After the Blossoms Fall I believe that God loves me in a pathological way;And since I am so loved, I am occasionally exemptedFrom abiding by the laws of the natural world. I too often presume a divine commitmentTo the happy well-being of my delusionsAnd the triumph of my quixotic desires.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858304/ Riding Passenger Side (Three Reasons to Admire God’s Good Intensions) Riding Passenger Side on aLonely Car Trip,I Was Invited to ThinkAbout the Good ThingsThat Fly in the Face of MyGeneral Misanthropy.So, I Recalled How theWarm Days of SummerSe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858264/ After the Blossoms Fall I believe that God loves me in a pathological way;And since I am so loved, I am occasionally exemptedFrom abiding by the laws of the natural world. I too often presume a divine commitmentTo the happy well-being of my delusionsAnd the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858262/ A Revelry of Light & the LivingA Poem by Paris HladA Revelry of Light & the Living-Or Dawn of the Surfer Dudes-A Recollection of Having ObservedA Convergence of SunlightAnd the Joy of BeingSo, God Created Great Sea Creatures And Every Living Thing That Moves, With Which the Wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858165/ A Revelry of Light & the Living-Or Dawn of the Surfer Dudes-A Recollection of Having ObservedA Convergence of SunlightAnd the Joy of BeingSo, God Created Great Sea Creatures And Every Living Thing That Moves, With Which the Waters Abounded, According to Their Kind.-Genesis 1:22---.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2858120/ A Catalogue of Serious OddballsAnd Oddball ClownsThe Following Poems, Written in 2016,Comprise a Menagerie of CreaturesWho Seem to Exemplify The Strange Ethos of Coastal Carolina �"Me Included.----THE FERRYMAN-And the ferryman sings in the swagger of the sunAnd he shouts, and h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857963/ A Catalogue of Serious OddballsAnd Oddball ClownsThe Following Poems, Written in 2016,Comprise a Menagerie of CreaturesWho Seem to Exemplify The Strange Ethos of Coastal Carolina �"Me Included.----THE FERRYMAN-And the ferryman sings in the swagger of the sunAnd he shouts, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857934/ I Have the Stars (Or When It’s Time to Sleep) - I dream aloneBeneath the stars, And though it's but a night, I have those stars to wander in,Not just the soft moonlight I wake and restAnd rest to wake Within what days I own, I live and learnAnd learn to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857864/ I Have the Stars (Or When It’s Time to Sleep) - I dream alone Beneath the stars,  And though it's but a night, I have those stars to wander in, Not just the soft moonlight I wake and rest And rest to wake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857849/ Ode to the Brown Pelican Given That Pelicans Have Flown in Perfect FormationFor the Last Thirty Million Years, I have Concluded,That the Almighty Was Way Ahead of His TimeIn Terms of Aeronautical Aesthetics, Etc. Then God Said, “Let the Waters AboundWith an Abundance of Living Creatu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857724/ The Child Who Imagined the Sea The sea is the reckless expressionOf the child who first imagined it,And perhaps, is still imagining it.                       &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857691/ Ode to the Brown Pelican Given That Pelicans Have Flown in Perfect FormationFor the Last Thirty Million Years, I have Concluded,That the Almighty Was Way Ahead of His TimeIn Terms of Aeronautical Aesthetics, Etc. Then God Said, “Let the Waters AboundWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2857690/ TheCommon Confession InThat My Proclivities AreSimilar to ThoseOfOther Men U WhoI am, Lord, is a good man and a bad man �"Morerank than I can know, or care to know Butbetter too than I believe �".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/twinsfannewyork/2855858/