http://slow.writerscafe.org/Chris%20Taylor The original writings of author Chris Taylor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The gain of perspective with God is worth the effort of the daily climb. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1040394/ A poem about abiding in the one who provides the real strength http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1039353/ This is an undertaking to explain the reason for the Hope that I have in Him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1035795/ A piece about the disappointment in one's lack of resolve http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1034189/ A poem about a dream I had that made me laugh and smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1032961/ A piece about keeping you tools sharp http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1029900/ An erratic short story-piece about getting all you can out of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1025130/ A poem/commentary about how to handle our enemies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1024170/ A whimsical way to remember to pray http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1021319/ A poem about getting our zeal for life back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1020696/ A piece about treasuring you quiet time with the Lord. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1020020/ A poem about hiding sin and why you shouldn't http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1018984/ A poem about where my peace comes from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1018099/ A trumpet blast for the need of courage. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1015567/ A poem about not succumbing to pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1014696/ A poem about hope and where it comes from http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1013642/ This poem is written to the Lord as an offering of thankfulness for all that he has done for me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1005904/ Stepping Up Is Stepping Behindby Chris T. A fine collection of sweat begins to gatherThe perfume of hard work and struggleWhy do I push aside my championOnly to muster up strength I don’t posses or don’t comprehend What have I gained for all my hard work and toilNot one more step towards.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/1002278/ Part 1 of a short story about the day of my accident http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/976246/ This poem finds me in one of the roughest places I have ever been in. I am in the hospital and trying so hard to get well, at the same time keeping myself from getting lost in all the pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/916138/ A poem about following God's plan for your life and ceasing to strive for everything on your own. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/885118/ An allegory about keeping alert during these troubled times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/809234/ A quick humorous poem about my wife and I's addiction to coffee. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/806934/ I haven't wrote some prose/short story for a while now. Here is a piece that I hope resonates well with you all. Let me know what you think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/805537/ This is an older piece that I was challenged to write as an assignment and the constraints were a time limit of 30 mins. So, I know it is rushed but, I WAS rushed by the directive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/805095/ A poem about living a more authentic life and the facades well a put up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/804765/ This is a darker work than I usually write. It is supposed to reflect the darkness of the financial woes that the people in our country seem to be in. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/803892/ This Damn Thorna poem by Chris T. A perfect plan detouredAn objective thwartedMy strength of foundation chippedLike the salt soaked rain cracks concreteMotivation slowly ebbs My inner circle begins to notice the weakness in my armourLittle places for arrows to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/803308/ This is an older work. I though it was time to bring this one out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/800637/ This is my latest poem. Please feel free to comment as you like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/799917/ An exaggerated poem based on a silly argument my wife and I once had. We can be so stupid, but very funny, sometimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/799892/ Let Out Your Inner Vikingby Chris The day now upon us and dreary eyes awakeChildren rush to open their takeTiny vikings pillage their presentsSavages who can’t wait to see what grandma sent us With flailing arms and a blur of paperIt’s all about speed in this Christmas caperIgn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/799454/ Pray, Wish Me Tomorrowa poem by Chris T.The pressure, the pummeling, this life that I am to cope.A promise, a foundation and a reason to hope.I know there have been prayers for my pain and my sorrow,But please, pray, wish me tomorrow.For I never know if a moment will continue,and I can’t predi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/799142/ A poem about the difficulties of a hard lived life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/798398/ Burden, Oh Burden A Poem by Chris Big Burden, big burden why do you crush?Turning my voice to a soft gentle hush.Big burden, big burden why won’t you leave?From around my neck you must now cleave. Burden, oh burden where is my air?Gone is my joy replaced with despair.Burden, oh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/797659/ My Shield Will I Lift Up a poem by Chris T.  The money-changer’s hand comes to snatch my coinBut my shield will I lift up.The flaming arrows seek to destroyBut my shield is God Most High. A rock was placed to watch me stumbleBut my shield I throw aloft.I keep my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/797168/ My Waffle Brain And Your Spaghetti Thoughtsby Chris T. I once learned that we don’t think the same.Because, I like the compartments that organize my brain.You like to weave many subjects into one;Like the intertwining of a bowl of spaghetti that never seems done. My waffle mind, each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/796802/ My Exhilarationa poem by Chris  The way the note squeezes from my handsPulling tension,  sliding down the strings.Tactile feel of the rosewood fingerboardAnd every tone in its place. The entrusting of a child’s development.The way my son’s smile seems to take up his w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/796779/ Why Do I Hide This broken Piece?a poem by Chris T.A  hidden piece that I keep out of sightLike a present that I have just received and carelessly broke.I turn my gift, as not to face it towards eyes that can see.In the bottom of the trash I laid the shard of my shame.Every night I rest my head .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/795918/ Kissing The Morning With Frost by Chris T.Awaking anew, and , there has been a change.To my morning, to my life.As I slumbered, something wonderful has taken place,A genesis, a birth, of a season, of a new covenant.As the dog-days of summer have passed,Your brush stroke was complete and regener.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/795213/ For All Of You, I’ve  Always Loved a poem by  Chris T.    All of you I loveYou are my fair-skinned doveYour azure eyes are the window to your soulAnd I am awash in a sea of tranquil blueFor all of you; I’ve always loved Nineteen years we’ve s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/794796/  The Intruder a poem by Chris   Your long pointed nose you wedge into  couplesCausing division where ever you goMotivated by hurt, selfishness and greedTearing  asunder  perfect harmony Like a harlot disguised as an orchidYour pitcher plant snares th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/794789/ When We Blot Out The Sun a poem by Chris   I pray our children will forgive usWhen we blot out the sunTheir laughter will fade and drift awayLike chasing a  feather which floats just out of reachGone will be the days of example and trust The orchid’s stem will wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/794442/ Fumble Fingersby Chris T.Worn out calloused digits,The tools that I use.My friends and my foes,Milestones of age and duty.Today you fly with the adept flow of an ever-changing breeze,Tomorrow you knurl and freeze like the knots in a toddler’s shoelace.You execute the impulse of my mindand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/791903/ And I Draw The Water Once More a poem by Chris T. Tossing my bucket down the wellA quick silence fills that space in time before the splashContact with the water is greatAnd the sound of “glug, glug” is music to my ears The last bit of saliva forms in the back of my throat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/791381/ And The Horn Blows Once Morea poem by Chris T.  I fill my lungs with air to toot my hornBlow and inhale in my bravadoCalling forth what once was bornLike some aging latin desperadoAnd the horn blows once more The plumage is brilliant and full of colorFor my palate never lacks skillAs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/791380/ Wings Begin To Take Flight Once Morea poem by Chris T.  When the tangle in my mind finally begins to unravelAnd the chaos is silenced with a calm clarity.When the faith in myself  hasn’t run ahead of the faith in my GodAnd the dirt of the path is felt by the soles of my fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/790954/ Where Have You Been My Ancient Coina poem by Chris T.  Oh where have you been my ancient coinI wonder what aged hands have you passed throughWere you the possession of a senatorOr payment to finance the latest coup Did you pay for a plebeians taxesOr, did you secure a tribune&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/790443/ The Brightest Spot On My Desk And In My Hearta poem by Chris T.  The color of creamy jade sitting in an elephant potYou grow fervently with so little light; so little heatYet every month sprouts a new leafThe sign of progress; the sign of life You take your spot in my officeLike a wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/790003/ This Is My Fingers’ Great Honora poem by Chris T.   Red, waxy skin.Smooth and curving from stem to bottom.Crushes to grip with little effortFor this is what my fingers feel. An undulating bodyFull of stained wood and strings.Shining with frets and tuning pegsFor this is wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chris-Taylor/789235/