http://slow.writerscafe.org/PhillipWolke The original writings of author Phillip Wolke en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1779549294 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Oh would I love to see the white dove that flies along Dover and sings to the coves.Woe we move to leave the sights like coals that shine in the stoves of our mind's eye. But long the bird flies past the cliffs of Dover and not until the sun does it stop.Thus it keeps flying through all the pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/3132744/ A post-apocalyptical collection of stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/3128683/ The continuation of "For The Benefit Of Mister Kite". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/3128681/ A sci-fi poem placing the reader into a visual through words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/3119609/ I haven't yet left my dream,Or I have already and I'm in the in between.There's a danger to living while you should be sleeping,You might open doors where you shouldn't be peeping.Leap across the canyon and you reach the new world,But when that place speaks words that pulls you into its tornado,You'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2956135/ Back in the urban jungle that bourbon made me stumble,Then came the pain and it made me humble.Same story as always in your come up,You're too young and dumb,That sums it up,So you hurt yourself and mentally it's worse,Because the cost of time is to painstakingly learn,At every twist and turn you&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2955759/ In the North I was trapped,Caged and whipped but free.In the south I’m independent,I only have to pay with my own liberty.I find freedom in sound,Rhythm in melody.I tried to live at peace,Flow with the waves at sea.I lose not a moment to appreciate,The value of life as every second passes is f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2955575/ Please don't abandon me,I've been down for too long.Please don't forget my name,I was around for too long.And if you give in,Please don't do it on a whim,We've seen the world wisped away in whirlwinds, Pearls that once gleamed as spectacles,Had their clam shells closed on them by skepticals.The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2955574/ Están jugando en el centro y en este momentoTodo la energía que tienen está centrado en este momento.Es curioso como sus mentes piensen solo en el momentito,Cómo cuando están jugando un ratito solo procesan un pocito.Siempre lo que pasa en frente pero nunca atr&aac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2854458/ I saw the clouds move so quickly by the stars followed in suit,The turning of the earth,Separated from the worries and woes of the world.Everything was at peace,The palm trees swayed in the breeze.Cruise lines entered and exited,Tourists ready to be sold to.An over expensive restaurant or two to sit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2854457/ There's always the last hug,Last kiss,Final notes.If my fingers fail while I play this piano,I'll give in willingly and meet my friends that passed,Though the moment used to grasp my breath,Take it all away,It brings me back to thinking what a living he'll immortality would be.I used to wish the pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2854456/ Gossip is the art of the white turtle doves and the make-up,The one that walks around the room checking their mental WhatsApp,Double up the personal info and fess up to,How you love the lives of others,It's your magazine or newspaper,Your love of knowing,The possible next telenovela fella!I've got t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2851683/ They wear the honor of all,Jockeys and horses stand tall in waiting.Who will first fall,Who will stand tall anticipating.Flowers are dawned on the successfulMauling down the tracks full of a life in waiting.The next race has all bets down. The next one is my triple crown and anticipating.The ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2847371/ The room erupted,Not subtly changing,It was percolating and exploded,The atmosphere changes. The television speculators stand up and band together. Like they're the one playing.The table starts rumbling,The pressure starts to rise for another eruption,The Germans start piledrivingThe goal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846844/ Have you ever seen the sky so clear and tasted liberation?Have you seen the sky all full of stars and clouds and seen the destination?I stood under the scape of light omitted from the moon.I saw the people dancing,I saw the craters of the creators,I saw the sky's lagoon.Full of watery white beings,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846679/ This is dedicated to the ones that gave it all,And never gave up.This is dedicated to the ones that stood tall.Remember the tables filled with games and the brand-new ruined couches?The multitude of pets and those damn little white mouses.The moments of pain,The moments of strain.I hope it all goes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846313/ The city is a living being of cars and tactical consuming.One shall enter, not leaving until the last penny is spent on your food consumption.Many things exist,But for man what he needs most is a good coat,Protection from the winter air,They all must be good blokes in the end and it's not fair.They .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846312/ I heard a high coo.A passing city pigeon, Downtown passing me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846311/ Someone else's tv screen flickered,The darkness gave way to the pictures.Outside there lies white footprints,The land of cold,Of house heated inhabitants.The days are ever-changing,The night's at peace and remains so.The silence of the lamb makes us count our sheep,We imagine worlds and dream,Not gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846309/ The scene opens up like a door to a different world,Glasses of wine clinking and cheers all while listening,The bass walks the line and the guitar croons and sighs,Just another night here at the jazz club.The manager looks on at the musicians so high,The music is a drug so that the crowd can get by,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2846308/ Are moments like views?Points of opinion overused.You've seen it once,It's yesterday's news.Don't mind the blues,It's the latest of colors used,The fashion pushing the limits to abuse,When a moment ensues,Go with the movements.Where the river flows can only lead to improvements.Practice makes perfec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2843457/ I guess I'm a product of interrogation,Intimidation and isolation.I spent my life volunteering for the silence and aloneness,My humble abode, my mind.I uncover forgotten memories,Things I don't like to think about,Like bodies hidden in between trees.I remember mom and dad crying please and why,Why d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2843456/ Halfway to heaven,Halfway to hell,All alone on the road with no one to tell,A secret,Can’t keep it,Release it in ways,Creative was he to keep out of the haze.We lays,In search of a good conversation.The sensation of thoughts from the next generations.Latest releases but pain never ceases,Peopl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2841602/ Did you miss me my friend, your song tells tales that never end.I don't know that I can resist the Indian silk dancing past like the air passes in wisps.You approach and I lose my words, you speak nothing and pass by in a whirl.I reply with a twirl and my world goes into swirling.The beauty of the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2841601/ Bury me in the ocean among the fishies and the sea life,I've always liked the peaceful underside to the water,The secret that lies underneath the water on this earth.I'd like to have a conversation and let myself decompose,It's only a matter of time, so let me compose myself.Let me die in peace whil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2841600/ These old cobblestone roads and old horse drawn coaches simply changed places with man driven forces.Forcing the average worker in forces to take to the street in horse powered coaches.From the dawn of the ages the man driven forces have taken ideas and applied different forces.From gravity,To elect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2839950/ This is the story of a dream that I had about a kid that has to deal with a realization that his reality may not be his reality that he thought he knew... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2839838/ They are the first to go up and clean up the mess we left without thinking while causing global warming. This story explores that reputation of the atmosphere cleaners on earth and their opinions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PhillipWolke/2839836/