http://slow.writerscafe.org/emmajoygreen The original writings of author emmajoygreen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934774 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 words jugglewith the human mindfinding weaknessesin sentenced courtshipletters passeda chosen few posted righteously stamped, franked but often lostsentence passed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3131292/ repeated thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3130891/ from local 'freeby' ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3130478/ There's no telling or hearingthe meaning of crossed signalsWhy the day weepswhy the waycircles feint make-belief liesSee how cricklesgather nowtlike biblical pagansHe, she, they - goneas flotsam sansworthwhile moorings Sad the unlovedleft on shelfunwanted, invisibleBlindness attainedthe ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3130015/ I await the glories of Heaven to open theirarms, to reach for the comfortable near anywhere; anywhere other than somewhere splattered sordid and smeared with painHe, she, you, it, plus all others expectant,are placed in supreme linguistic orderbecause language is truly born .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3128762/ History keeps its place unless anordinary with ideals above his stationdecides to ruffle the feathers of otherswho need be taken down a peg or two from time when blazers were hungdripping from 'I near missed the bus -had to run minutes from our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3128510/ Most people stand in queues hoping a forward lean and astep up will get he/she to theplace they long to be - anywherewhere liberty is free and calmplus - never promises what can'tbe given unless one says'please, may I, can I or.. 'Then at least one knows thatcourtesy comes a'calling whenpleasan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3128509/ bereft of feelings, eyes close, sight unwanted, screams choke - birthing pinched noses, tense chins ache their tensionorgan thunders, congregation stands, children cower, lilies blush, lips ajar - voices stutter, tears drench hymnalslocal paper headlines edito.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3127408/ A gentle thought of our cousin's passing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3126504/ today will be more than sad but - ere our tears fallI.. we.. will smile because the scented letters shared by your gentle mind and warm heart inprecious seclusion - will cushion us from the dark hands will be held over space, love will be whisperedmemories made bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3126409/ Way to be right? remain silent!side walk issues? keep to the left!What to write? pen slowly!paraphrase? perhaps not!Which weigh?balance!metric? poundage!Book?read!Job? done! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3124860/                     WISHING EVERYONE                                 A                         .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3122565/ Unity from around the world PLEASE join your friends and .. strangers who might be more than happy and willing to become your friends! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3119856/     Late Summer ..    scatterings of bare foot memories    blatant in careless tread    mid steep sea-bruised cliffs..    cool calm in white cotton;   I pause    peering t'wards feet     where growth bends.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/3119399/  DawnMy brain's briefly on a holiday in a mind-clearance-sale-wayan' the tide's on the dip in its sunniest employ forming a lonesome one-woman queue but wondering why'am feeling quite coy Mind nudges, 'Perhaps speak.. ask for a reply: tho' you've memories kind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2964538/ mere thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2963672/ transferred from emmajoy, posted in 2009 little or nothing changes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2963660/ the long sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2963367/ having turned aside an alarm with a scarred dull-decrepit face,everything has  been returned to its strange yet rightful place my Sundays are now my day of remembering visions of a onceupon life, an oracle with a camera - an' a damned female-foolto some - my past time may be thought a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2963292/ re.post - edited http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2963217/ words in the hush of night, drowning the sound of a slowly moving storm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2962253/ no man is an island but history would hav us think otherwise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2961472/ carried from the past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2961303/ whatever and surely whenever - could never doubt more of star-shine heaven. It needs a name beautiful as is..  methinks..  'the all about'is the windowless air where the grass is far too dry, earth cracking jokeless blessings about the mighty Quercus Robu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2959705/ a story of a woman who knows of a woman who once lived in my mind.. I think.. . written in two parts, this the first - as far as I know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2959109/ edited from emmajoy - my initial user name.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2957782/ Will repeat this poem because I need to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2957656/ edited http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2957648/ and what it means http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2957488/                                                              soft words are not always -                &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2955049/ An offering .. obviously not mine .. a stillness when all about you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2954611/ How to make an impression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2953518/  when footsteps bruise ourancient shores, they - swept an'washed by up-down tides ..the distant horizon weeps calm'neath salve white wavesmoated castles made by yetanother playful, plump boyall fingers an' thumbs  his doting mother smiles wideas father applaudsan' dear greyi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2953137/ pitch black night was spent sitting onmetal chairs with out of sync legsset by a bed in a hospital staffed byforeign voices singing lyrics thatmeant little or nothing to my younger brother or mewe could hardly understand the out of breath attempts to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2952633/ Life and how it plays tag with our feelings.. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2951370/ What is life, my friend? What does it mean?What does it give?What does it take? Is it gift or treasure?Is it responsibility or load?Is it fate or destiny?Is it for only for you or me?How do we treasure it?How can we protect it?Where can it take us?Why should we care? Is there a quote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2950561/ amended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2950204/ re-posted from emmajoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2950201/ single swanfloats sans ripplesclouds all cotton candylove sparklesspace silverine puritysun radiates sky perfection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2949407/ you showed but left as ever garbed, moods that came with but aglance, your thoughts til then unsaid yet nonetheless, the same;  thesame as ever were - wrapped in foil a foil in hand, embittered tonguethat spoke with woe of freehold lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2948574/ Romance, mystery, being written at will... latest addition : 26 July http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2947738/ the sun-bud wakes on a branch of spacethen blooms like a smile on a boy child's face http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2947314/ this was birthed by words I truly felt when reviewing a friend's superb poem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2946820/ Having missed dear Pat for some time, I looked online and within minutes found the following.. For those who knew her writing about life, Nature and dear Roger will surely whisper a prayer for her http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2945151/ Sitting alone - he is, waiting for a smile - Pete, fourteenyears and four months old. Three days ago he left the homethat housed his mother wholived with a man who didn’t wantanything to do withsomeone else's boy and all the accompanying teen-ageangst.Even.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2943775/ Re-post http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2943235/ words trip from mind an' mouth as marbleabsence screams at their fall from grace,yoked arrogance -laid sans civility as the orange white warmth of calmlie innocent in a place of sanguine charm;in truth one merely sought welcomesans deduction writ privately but now displayed&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2942576/ frissons rest 'pon my paltry nerves from a place fartoo far to touch the epidermis of my spirit's core as it helplessly floats, searching for a golden cage, itsmirror turned to face this world I have to leave even with fingers straining to feel Celcius moments, needs mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2941499/ words written from the heart are fine but -often fall short of requirements because - if when allowed to please someone else, a resultmight show not only emotions but one's heartmeander far into a distant dream as if to kissa willing hand's palm coloured with&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2941411/ upon another timewe stood 'neath kaleidoscopic leaves, glorious, preciouslicatching what we could - as we did many a kiss beckoning..whispering the need for a moment's recognition, begging tobe seen, eager to be examined, then - discovered, found as if pure streams passing&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emmajoygreen/2940500/