http://slow.writerscafe.org/sorenbarrett The original writings of author Soren en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779845890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A small finch sits on the deck awaiting his motherHe doesn't move just hunkers down awaiting what comesTime passes sky darkens yet comes no otherFear in his eyes, alone he trembles, no sign of mumsOnto the grass he wanders timidly looking aroundHungry he looks for food, he pecks at specks getting ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3135219/ Hare in front, hounds behind, each hop a shunt another dinner to findA single mind in the hunt, running blind, by nose alone the hare to confrontBaying sound of a straying hound surveying ground with each preying boundin their lair under a mound a pair of hare is laying till foundBeyond prickly bur .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3135153/ My fingers numbed at the touch of your handFrost of your stare freezes me where I standWith time's melting warmth I wilt, eyes to the floorYet I stand exposed, patiently waiting for moreApprehension the wind, blows a cold breezeStill not thawed with ice securing my kneesA frigid silence, electric st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3135086/ Self taught from a book Six thousand formulas and theorems, no proofs to lookNamagiri Thayar, magical formulas placed on his tongue out of dreams hazyIn a letter to Hardy he said "you will think me crazybut if you add each number from one to infinity you get minus one over twelve" whispers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3135020/ A crooked path wends its way through thick forest, horizon unseenBrambles and vines feet intertwines eyes focused only on the greenA moss slippery trail in shaded light pale winds up mountainous hillWatching one's feet on this forested street, can't see beyond the next rillThe trail does fade into l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134949/ A small heap of tattered stiff fur lays on the side of the roadScraps of a dried hide stretched over a tangle of broken bones does erodeFlies long departed, only holes where maggots have beenEven the smell has left the vacant corpse and now empty skinIn a headlight a candle extinguished once a spark.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134882/ There's a hole in the roof through which the weather gets inDrips from an outside storm falling in a basin of tinIt's left a stain of rusted rain running in rivulets before they fallA song of what's wrong drumbeats measured in each metallic callA leak has left the timber weak rotting the woodA creak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134805/ Infant tantrum all emotion, little insight does it possessPain's response vented in tears no control, patience even lessYoung fruit is green, holds hard to the tree, sucking from mother's bloodAs it grows it's ripeness shows, juicier than the budSoon it loosens matures and is no longer bitter to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134741/ Scrapes on the floor from those that have passed here beforeMemories of the past engraved as marks that will lastSome shallow some deep each a remembrance does keepA gouge, heel skid black, peeling varnish, aging crackScuffs from an open door, new bride's footprint on varnished floorOne from haste a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134640/ A mistake, salt for sugar in a cake, what the hell did the baker bakeTwo that look the same, taste will proclaim the baker's blameDivine plan to make a man, God with haste the recipe did scanThe baker above mistook hate for love, baking salty snake in form of a sugar dove Used the seed of greed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134530/ Cascading transparent sheets of rain leave a grey stain on the hillsShadows muted, greens diluted, mist over them spillsGrass cries as light dies running into muddied poolsLachrymose drips a bough grips, dropping liquid jewelsMuffled song of birds, blurred all human words, everything fadesStillness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134459/ I a selfish dove, to wish for peace when so many hawks want warGreedy as a stream, to share with weeds poor when the rich build a dam, water to storeI am slothful not to fight against the ants that want to biteA beam, with too much pride to bend and let the storm insideWith gluttony my eyes devour t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134382/ Flat is flat and that is that, one may take a spill on a hill so keep it on the levelDull is drole so when in a hole don't loose your soul, don't bet with the devil http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134301/ A lump in the chest, awoken from sleep devoid of rest, head spinning in the mudA dullness explains it best, not up to day's test, each thought a sullen thudThere's a darkness at dawn, half awake with a yawn, the fire has gone outBlack thoughts spawn as all hope is gone, I have lost this route http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134220/ A shaking leaf on a bending bow flutters in winds that plough the field of skyIt trembles and quakes with each gust that makes it want to flyIt clings with umbilical stem bound to the hem of mother nature's wombColor turned being spurned for new leaves to make room http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134184/ You are in the trees, birds, breeze, walls, bees, earth, memoriesIn the air, words, strand of hair, cricket calls, mirror's stare, rebirth, the unawareFalling rain, a sunbeam, growing grain, faded ribbon, golden chainGossamer lace, star gleam, quiet place, a ring given, your favorite vaseIn the flam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134117/ Juice of the vine, distilled dreams, Satan's blood, liquid laughter of foolsMirth divine, naked screams, Chardonnay of mud, Champagne rainbow pools http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3134050/ We all have to leave everything when we dieSo why is it so hard to tell you goodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133981/ Adam an anarchist, power to the people, I believe in individual goodness and corruption of the massesPeople like sheep, gentle by themselves but will follow any maniac off a cliffGive then teeth and claws, eyes to see wolves in sheepskins Let them graze in nature's green pastures where no fence.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133908/ Intoxicating fragrance on the breeze that attracts the bees soft and sweetColored blossoms tender buds above rushing stream floods eyes greetForce of flowing waters turbulent strength that slaughters the tender Flow too strong to last long to it all, all life does surrenderA tree stands tall sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133822/ I stepped in the stream and muddied its water stirring up silt of past memories.My footstep a dream caught in dark muck held tight, pulled at desire's plenariesEddies of decay circle filling grasping depressions where flesh once was foundCurrents of time carry away confusion's debris leaving neither.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133738/ She is too much woman for me, she needs many menBursting with energy, she never slept didn't know when to say whenToo smart to fool, her ambitions cast shadows on the sunThe world her tool, winged mercury she could out run Rooted in the soil, she touches the starsWith hurricane turmoil, her min.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133628/ Watering grass in the rain, feeding an inferno with matchesWith a dirty blotter removing an ink stain, on a sunken boat battening down the hatchesThieves have left, install an alarm, sun risen it can't be held backGun fired now disarm, raise the dead following attackOn the rope of time with both end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133512/ I moved leaving everything behind, taking only smoke visions and dreamsA conscience soothed into a new world blind, where nothing is what it seemsLighter than air the burden I bear, skies free of dark cloudsStriped bare I wander there in the lee of any crowds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133422/ Many say take away the gun I say cut off all the fingers of who murders with oneTreatment for theft, slavery of the thief until no debt is leftAs an adult for each lie scoop out the prevaricator's eyeIf lies are more than two cut off the toes in their shoeAnd as for prostitution castration of the us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133358/ Iwas four when the girl next door taught me how to kissShewas older and a little bolder, she didn't aim to missThelittle wenchy gave me a frenchy, tongue drilling for oilBeinga little bloke I started to choke and her passion it did foilIthought it crass that she grabbed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133278/ Whenthe fire has burnt out and the coals grown coldAfterthe last shout and the last story is toldThebook is shut, the tale faded to dreamsThreadof the past cut, a fantasy it seemsFromthe ashes a spark lifts and fliesAglow that flashes, then dies in one's eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133207/ A tropical breeze under palm trees, Chardonnay and caldo de camarones Eighty degrees, shorts to my knees, Calypso de cancionesWalking a sandbar with a maduro cigar in the moon lightBare feet in the sand holding your hand, a lighthouse beams ahead brightWaves lap the shore calling for more, star.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3133102/ I am the beloved, I dance upon your rulesI tell the law to shove it, they were made for foolsI'm on a cloud above it, I use my own toolsOn my thrown I love it, I use you as foot stools http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132994/ The reed grew straight on the riverbank, we twisted it to weave a basketStraight and true it bent to whatever shape we asked itFrom memory's seeds grow these reeds that become a relationship's gasketA wild willow grows straight toward the light, it takes man's mind to bend it right, weaving it into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132938/ There is a deadness in my bark that hardens with timeOil burns low, hope goes dark, fate sealed with past grime A stunted growth gnarled and old filled with living scars Branches ensnarled, roots grown cold, above unreachable stars http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132842/ Only man can f**k up something as perfect as natureOnly God can create something as fucked up as manMan would replace nature's home with a house of plastic shitRaping his own children, stealing from his brother and killing his own kindOnly he would nail his own creator to a crossTurn it into a neckl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132782/ She is the wind, on hot days she blows from the southOn cold days from the north icy, nary a word from her mouthA funnel cloud in circles blows, dark clouds on her browA whisper in a breeze that grows from the east, a gale called Gail nowHurricane on course with deadly force all in her way pinned&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132712/ A roof of thatch, a wall of mud with a dirt floorWindow an open hatch, built with blood, board for a doorNo locks no glass, a stove built of three rocksCloset a wooden box, through roof's dry grass smoke does pass, no clocksNo water inside, an outhouse out back, a fire always burningWith vines tied,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132615/ Who has not told a lie, for good or bad or who knows whyWho has not stolen a thing, a pen, a pencil, a piece of stringWho has not had a bad thought, about a man or woman or what notWho has not taken a life, a mosquito, a fly, a thistle or garden weeds rifeHow is pornography worse than a scantily clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132532/ The sun rests on bloody shrouds, a dying day doneTo resurrect on mourning clouds, another fight begunOre mountains and valleys stretch your arms, embrace cold breast of earthWarm willows and tear wet sallies whose shade casts doubt upon your birthHelios lift your hero head that in stars inspires fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132434/ An unwanted guest comes as a pest who makes its nest to disturb your restA fly in your soup or family group sticks their nose to snoop in your private poopThey disturb your joys making noise entering with ploys a spider web deploysThey come to eat not to greet, to take your seat and bite at your fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132349/ He was a peculiar man, that found lies an unnecessary burden on the back of his memoryHis small house had no space for hatred and he had thrown it out long agoUnable to see colors or shapes he treated all the same, God includedSimple needs he harvested in his garden, creeping weed's desire for more .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132283/ On butterfly wings colors paintedTruth floating shades to eyes taintedFluttering hues and patterns imbueEach a different moth they viewSome say black with shades of yellowTo another an orange patterned fellowSome see lines where others see dots Where some view numbers others see spotsIn flight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132218/ Trump:a suit in bridge having rank above all others, cards of rigorRump:a small or unimportant remnant of something originally biggerUmp:an enforcer of rules of a man made gameMP:enforcer of laws in military rules, assigner of blameP:short for pee, waste excreted, wet pan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132141/ Drought and age have left a stump, a bump where once stood a majestic treePests in dry nests have swallowed its strength a fraction of what it used to beSplinters of decay lay on display a monument to a faded king of the pastIn a modern world plastic cement unfurled false images a vent not made to l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3132050/ War is a bloody business where the pregnant are gutted and babies heads are bashedPolitics is a dirty job where promises are broken and all values are trashedBetrayal and lies, tools of the trade where throats are cut and deals madeWhere the devil is paid and love is put to the butcher's bladeComing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131960/ Driving down a one way roadNo directions given to deliver your loadWithout signs on buildings or streetNo time given when we are to meetIf not delivered in a timely fashionPeople will starve without a food ration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131891/ All comes in warm and cold degrees even dichotomiesLight of dawn's honesty, the dark of twilight's dishonestiesSprings sprouting green of new life's youthFalls yellowing death of summer's living truthLies fall in golden leaves, snow covers flake by flakeLife that one once believes, cold winds of tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131810/ Driving life's road, pulling a heavy load, I watched trucks and cars coming onMy past approaching, upon me encroaching, fear it did spawnAs it passed by, in a blink of an eye it was gone  Speeding so fast ahead amassed lines of cars a rolled truck of ExonIn a traffic jam of time speeding i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131746/ Many people can hold angerFew can let it goForgiveness is a gift for the giverGiving away love never made anyone poorReturning this gift never hurt anyone's feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131684/ I feel a breeze its breath is uncertainty in the airWith pauses then swells in growing gasps of despairUnseen but felt on my neck it unsettles hairs on my skinA cold shudder crosses me but I won't let it inMy heart quickens with each creeping cold gustTelling me a storm's brewing, find shelter I mus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131577/ Cast in a pit, blasphemous words spit, an outcastScapegoat in a game of judgmental shame, crippled mind a body did outlastLeather bands secure the hands of a man pronounced possessedWhile in life's fever dream he did scream of visions that others distressedA body convulsed, viewers repulsed, twisted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131490/ Electron held by glue to a nucleus whoSticks to a brother to form a molecule motherHeld by a force they make a cell of courseThat becomes a life, future parent husband or wifeLove that girl that gives me the hots Love ice cream and chicken soup in potsWhy do people think they are the only owner.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131445/ If you want to be read you need to readIf you want to be fed you need to feedToo many have high expectations of greedWhen in the street a friend you meet how them do you greetDo you tell them your story complete or take a back seatAnd entreat them to tell you their story repleteFor o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sorenbarrett/3131315/