http://slow.writerscafe.org/Alan%20L%20Boles The original writings of author Alan L Boles en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033716 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 seeing someone from one's past http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833083/ Observations while sitting at Starbucks in downtown Gainesville Florida http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833080/ a tribute to the opening matriarch, that would lead to a Coat of Arms which hangs in the Chapel of Windsor Place, a death in a duel, and to all the Hamilton Women http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833077/ A challenge to write a piece about this picture http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833074/ I began to recall the first women I thought I was in love with. And like this photo, so many bytes of data, but not a single clear image of her. Why can't I remember her face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833073/ Where lonely hearts dweltbefore there were noneSilent hearts wept inpassion's dried wellWith worth driven southcame sheet's long chillTear stained pillowswhile grasping at whispersWhere lonely heart's dweltstood pages of timeWith empty armslonging to feelWhen eye's both bluefound word's still warmAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833059/ Come my loveLet us sit uponThe hearthAs the flames Dance in the airCrackling tunesFrom embersNow a glow Let us savor theWarmth as I diveInto pools uponYour face And relive theJoy of runningBarefoot in theMeadow of theEarly spring As our Father paintedThe glory of His creationFor our senses to enjoy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833058/ as the sounds of the city playin the silence of the morningthe scent of the rose awakensmy senses to what He created hidden with in her foldsin the softness of pinka secret lies within her hidden from the viewof those prying eyesawaiting that momentas petal upon petalunfolds to release hernectar fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833055/ Oh those the amazing lips their color their shape the texture the teasing gestureas you slide the tip of your tongueback and forth across your lipsthe look in your eye’s crying out to me what are you waiting for kiss metheir smoothness your aromayour taste as your lips partand the effusion of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/833053/ My DarlingThe bountiful snow we have had this winter has all but melted away and the spring rains have come and are more then are favorite lake can handle and has swollen her banks and have taken are favorite bench, at least for now. So my love I will have to make do with sitting on our love seat an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/831396/ In the wee hoursof the cool mornAmidst the playful splashof the changing tideA crab crawling by leaveshis funny trail in the sandas he scurry's into the seaA gentle breeze leavesthe ocean scent on ournow moistened cheeksStrolling now arm in armwith shoes in hand inthe moistened sandA osprey dives fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/831393/ Women have a spot where they love to be touched by that special person in their life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/831392/ A moment when that special someone slides into bed next to you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/831387/ A picture theme for a poetry site, I had our Veterans in mine as I wrote this about lovers on distant shores http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Alan-L-Boles/831364/