http://slow.writerscafe.org/P.H.%20Carver The original writings of author P.H. Carver en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009792 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal." Matthew 6:19 We are not our possessions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/1356408/ Dr. Myles and his wife,Lived with their son on the hill,Three Myles alone,                                         Happy if you will.      Fast forward three years,Dr. Myles a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/839489/  Unfortunately vast,It’s out of control,How long does it last?It burns the soul.Burning fast, Burning free,It's on a roll. "Controlled chaos" they say,To the man who lost it all.  "Stay away from me man,Stay away indeed,I don't need what your selli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/813953/  I can't crack that armor,Can't break it's shell,I wish I could see you,If only you I could tell. I love you as well,As you love me. You've donned quite a seal,Locking out the bad,The ugly concealed. If only you knew,You've donned a veil,Over the good .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/813891/  Give me your worst,A deadly wreath,Till I may burst,Show me those teeth. What lies beneath,That sacred fury,Soon to unleash,Make the cursed scurry. Hollow me out,Storms of the west,Make me new,And destroy the rest,I beg to you. Pave a new way,In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/813099/  Rain pours,Like nature's tears,Mourning for those,Lost through the years. Wind,Rain,Fire,Snow,Nature's gauntlet,It's not a show. It's no joke,Nature rules,Try to fight it,And you'll get schooled. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/812717/ It's so delicate,We don't realize it,So full of glee,Just like that,Felled like a tree,Like the woman with three sons,Taken to the navy,It was the knock at the door,That took them away."No don't take them away,Don't take all three!"She called to the man,Who ignored her plea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/812290/ Some begged with her,“Come back to reality!”She replied: “Give me my keys, give them me!”With a bob of her head,And a small drunken fight,She seized her keys,And drove off in the night.As she passed a man,Facedown in a ditch,It was apparent to her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/810172/ There once was a man,Who lived behind a wall,None knew if he were short, fat, or tall."What are you doing with your life?" I said, "it's such a waste!""Not really," said he, "I have my own taste."He hid behind his wealth,Not willing to come out,When I called out to him he said,"D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/809794/  I was intrigued at first,When you said,Come with me,Never stopping to think,Where it will lead. I was just ignorant I was,To not see it coming,Like a bullet in the night,When I started running. When you told me,Follow my lead,I did not suspect,I’d be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/809332/ The time of winter's nearing close,And soon fair nature will begin to compose.The smells of fields will reach my nose,Where the flowers,Shall surely grow,Purples and greens and blues and rose,Replacing what,The snow has stole. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808505/ In my dying breath,I sing out to you,Grant me this my freedom,All for you.Grant me this oh Lord in my hour of need,So that I may be faithful,To you others I shall lead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808503/ A fool and his logic, Know no bounds, To them hard working, Rings a troubling sound. And though they may,Plain reek and smell, Respect their freedom,And bid them well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808402/ You keep me warm,Cutting through the night,Lighting my way,And sustaining life.Yet the day may come,When you flicker from existence,And I lay there dying,Missing your strong stance.We could never be together you and I,For if I were to touch you I would surely die.And so it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808358/ Blessed are those,Who write to inspire,For they have been deemed,The gift strong as fire.Though some may chose,To wield it wrongly,Others weave inspiration,Through words so strongly.Writing by those,Who write to inspire,May keep some young,Till they may expire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808355/ Thank you Nia, for your inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/808161/ I am ferocious,I am brave,My mighty roar demanding respect, like a gun in your back,My soft purr, comforting to say the least,You can only try to comprehend what I’m capable of,Scratching away mercilessly at my enemies,King of my small jungle, no one tells me what to do,I am a ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/807920/ This story follows Dex Gaines, who is approached by a very wealthy business man, Sullivan Frost, who expects Dex to hand over a criminal from a gang dex was in long ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/P.H.-Carver/807475/