http://slow.writerscafe.org/PaulineM The original writings of author Pauline en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000664 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A Journey of self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/3130047/ Low midnight headlightsFind the orchard of autumnRipe Cox’s pippins http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2936452/ Besides those lofty guarding trees that swayWhereby the gentle waters softly flow’Tis there the beaver and his lady gayWith conceit seek their images belowBut aft, those lovers of the evening skyRobed in finery of silver and goldThrow down a sheet of stars for you and ITo wra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2909657/ Leaving behind the ‘future fakers’Preaching political religions tobirch-white faces clouded eyesI walkAway from hustle and bustleTo the freedom of the hillsAway from the realm of the disillusioned I walkDraining the ignorance that this cracked world has steepe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2905013/ Wild is the wind tonightLike a thunderbolt venting angerWhistling through the hollowsBeating at the rocksCutting like a sword as itCompetes with the pelting rain Pounding - pounding Across the shore waves leap - thunders roarClashes of chlorinated lightening light the skyLeaves sweep and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2880762/ Hidden by smouldering eyesBehind the dust crusted wallsOf a glassed miniatureWhere a part of her soul lays sleepingA dry seabed that once beheld the irisswimming within a realmof midnight musk Carrying a rainbow of emotionsTelling of perfumed days and sultry nights Those bistre eyes that h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2880049/ Just imagineAs raindrops fallOn a tin roofThe beat steadyThe pulse giving it structureThe rhythm creating patternTexture The tapping on your windowBuilding softlyPersuasively blendingOne with the otherFinding the balance All the time looking for colourNo muddy wash of sound Your consc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2862207/  My sweet child, how you crave acknowledgement.You; heart of my childhood, you that is me.You, that danced the dance of the innocent,Full of melodious joy and carefree.Such dreams you gathered, stored for adulthood,exotic files of wild imaginings.How the parents smiled, how they understoodand y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2836388/  (better read aloud)I Wanna Be…….. In the pursuit of happiness,I wanna be…….. Ruthless not toothless,Brazenly bold not too freaking old!Prophetic not apologetic,On a constant climb not sadly, sadly…out of time And along the way, I wanna be&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2834607/  Such music I heard which seemed to augmentAnd change my concentrated train of thoughtMixtures of tones that blended with movementinto my eye, such notions it broughtThe gurgling water swirling round rocksFlapping and lapping around willowy reedsThe shepherd calling to lamb bleating flocksThe m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2833547/ A simple poem I'm hoping will make you smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2832952/  Though hidden by bulking meatAcid sweat and sour breaththat creeps across your fleshSucking you in spitting you outRobbing your virginityBut never your dignityStill, your radiance glows. You carry your beauty high and proudEven in your camouflaged sorrowOf bruised sable fleshYour beauty b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2832342/ Razamatazz is Class with punchAlive, poundingA new birthWith a beating heartBorn with an African soulIn New Orleans  it’s  rhythm it’s harmonyIt’s edgy it’s bluesyIt’s harsh and smoothIt’s feelingA celebration of life It’s the glow o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2831691/ October’s clothingA warm wrap of amber leavesHedgehog is dreaming````````````````Summer gold is goneOctober’s subdued tones humIn soft russet tunes````````````````Black sky’s orchestraPlayed on corrugated roofDancing rain fairies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2831483/ Rage builds in EnglandWho next for the guillotineNation hangs its head http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2831482/ Ahh. Mo chroi,  (my heart) said heDo not kiss me on the foreheadOr mix my drink with medicineMy eyes may be rheumy but theyRead your tell-tale face But her with the painted lipsAnd the sagging cheeksCrossed her spider legsAnd merely smiled The dance of youth almost forgottenOf that lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2831119/ The title says it all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2828068/ Couldn't find where to place this poem in the Genre box he http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2827428/ Through the muted musicThat only silence makesI watch her sitting thereAmongst the aching rubble I see too plainly a love songRecently sung.A love buried deeply amongstPassion’s embersNow buried in snow Her hands claspedshe thrusts them upwardsbut no one hears her cryjust that dreadf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2811783/ Here, in this rocky cavity,shielded from the western wind I watch you as you lay sleeping Dreaming your coloured dreamsThe peace that I’ve craved so longWashes over me and I knowThat to love you is to live in beauty.Therefore, I dedicate to you my sweetest thoughts.Thoughts that are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2809757/ Between the stillnessSounds weave togetherLike the wind in the tree topsSounds, the size of released sighsSotto voce A woman with a handful of pegsIs removing washing from the lineShe pauses, tilts her head sidewaysThen enters the house A dogs begins to howlAn airplane faintly groansA preg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2807849/ This is my chair and mine aloneThis is my think station, my ruling zone This is my chair where I have my sayWhere you stop and listen and sometimes obey This is my chair in which I dreamIn a world where things are not what they seem This is my domain where pretence hangs aroundWith fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2804239/ I stare at the reflection of the travelling sunAs it hits the yawning lakeMy feet walking toward the shade Of the beautiful Sycamore tree that Overlooked many a lover’s first kiss-And tender secrets shared.I lay at her root, her armsStretching wide, cradling and pro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2802979/ 1. Wild was the note and highly strung the squealthat swirled around the shore in reedy cry;Its piercing sound, like striking blades of steelsliced through the velvet darkness of the sky.The impulse of its congregated might,(which grew upon its agitated dirge)didst throw the sand from shore to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2796499/   He’s just a rolling stone, the beat of autumn in his veinsAnd his traits and tinted moods sit loose upon his reinsAnd the richness of his words were made to crooning and to rhymeWith the glowing reds and ambers and the purples keeping time Oh the warmth of those maples could s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2795518/  As the hand pulled downThe shutters of nightOur fluid forms rolledCircling Fingers grasped my hairThe ripeness of swollen lipsMelting into the hollow of my cheekVolcanic heat begins to boilHot lava rising Carrying us to a placeBeyond reality To the cool spring Soothing and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2794823/  In their thousands they shook the diceRattled it ten thousand times thriceFlung them into the cordite skyFaster than the blink of an eyeFrom burning sands to lethal iceThey rattled and rolled ten thousand times thriceThe gaming board, this sad, sad worldFor civilization the stake was hurledAga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2794471/ Passion all the way up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2793995/ Morning breezes whispered with ease
Kissing the trees so tenderly
Whilst you and I made melodies
Then sighed so breathlessly

I know that it was only fascination
Not really love at all
But nature's potent intoxic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2792278/ On the roadWith no directionsNo sign of frontier No arguing the tossCompany is imprisonedJust the shadows Fear sits on the toes -That you cannot seeBut the dance goes onThe tempting taste of fate On the tongu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2791666/  A new morningThe world recreatedWashed clean by the dawn rain White puffball clouds scurryMarched onward by the breezeIn regimental mood Dappled sunlight Filters through aCanopy of whispering leaves&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2791282/ ShadowsTraitors of the nightCovering light in patchesPlaying games with the sunOnly to dissolve at duskCrawling back homeBegging forgivenessBut who can believeThe words of traitors http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2790723/ Listen to the leavesTheir dry throats rustling with talesThe wind is all earsAutumn has returnedSummer waves her sleepy handDecaying beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2790720/  Foolishly,I, with star-lit eyes aglowDid thinkyour very soul you gave to meThe passionin your breath fired my heart soYet my eyesbeheld and saw not, what was thee.It wasnaught but lust clasped around your heartThat stirredthe blood to gushing through your ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2788797/  There’s a place out in the Red LandWhere the song of death sang boldWhere the heat turned men to madnessThen left them dead and coldAnd the raging sun bled vicious redAnd the gunners gunned with mightAnd the stretcher bearers ran like hellAs the shells lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2788213/ High couture webbingsuperior crafstmanshipBluebottle dining............................My PianoSlight are the changesMelding floating in tandemAs hammers are pressed..............The Goddess VenusThe Goddess VenusRising hills and deep valleysScreeching cars pile up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787959/ We flew, you and ITo galaxies beyond the stars,(Where the mind cannot even imagine)Way past Saturn and over Mars. With bated breath we journeyedUp and up we swirled and swirledThrough the barriers we soaredBeyond the realms of consciousness we twirled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787816/ Come into my parlourSaid the dragon to the flyCome, sit on my tongue where it’s warmFor I’ve a fire burning and the heat is just rightFor whipping you up a storm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787814/ Oh how I loved those blessed get togethersWith their background musicIdle chit-chat and laughterThe clink of fluted glassesThe crackle and flame of a burning logAnd a stranger's gaze totally besotted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787733/ Each eveningthe moon is netted by the seaTo light herrhythmic waves of green marbleAnd there itsits. Its light as pale as milk,Quivering,as if of China silkThis silverdoubloon, this marvel. Behind mestands a single treeHousingcrows that speak of the spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787349/ Ah, The old, old story of lost love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2787345/ Poised in that brown area of solidnessWhich dared to glare defiantly,They came, without asking Rising from the earth,Their coiled headsGazing this way and thatIn an attitude of confidence As if in answer to my wonderingThey took up residenceLaugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2786967/ They CameBecause I was at a lossPoised in that brown area of solidnessWhich dared to glare defiantly,They came, without askingRising from the earth,Their coiled headsGazing this way and thatIn an attitude of confidenceAs if in answer to my wonderingThey took up residenceLaughing in the face of defia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2786966/ Let me sleep somewhere atop this mountain fairClose by the sky, breath in the purest airWith chin in hands gaze out to all aroundMade dizzy by miss nature’s harmonious sound Listen to the gurgle of some nearby rillTell of its melodies, so tender still.Look down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2786420/ How glorious the noon sun boldThat kisses long the marigoldAnd dances o’er aromatic mintTo the shaded acer with a mere glint Over the pot where petunias spillJust at the end of the windowsillThe shadows stretch in curling scrawlsAlong the passion flowered w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2786244/ A mixture of free verse and rhyme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2785932/ The muse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2785921/ Thou art my image (‘tis how I doth think)Nay. Thou art more lovelier in every way.I see thee in thy father's eye, a twinkThat brings about his inner child to play.And when in competition - stars displayTheir dancing radiance for all to see,Oh how they toil and fail in d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2785918/ The Delhi warrior is a train. The telling is in the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2785916/ But I remember that morning very well.The small cottage window of my childhood was ajarAnd I could see my father beyond the worldIn the garden, searching, (For what? I do not know.)Now he is walking along the road, bent, worn weary.He reaches my childhood homeCalls out to me,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PaulineM/2785821/