Unite-to-Write

It is hard to understand life in general. You walk, you run, or you just drift through the years as they accumulate. You give birth to a child and rejoice and then the reality sets in of the struggle that that child will have to endure as they grow older and you begin to wonder [...]

There is a whisper on the window
Of a heart gone cold and still
In the morning
Temptation to kill
Run the water down a barrel old and gray
Stomp out temptation
Just let the buds of life
Fade away
Caught her scent on sill left to sigh
Wonder in the frost
Never to cry
Just a painting left by God
It’s travel down [...]

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Two small poems for a workshop challenge where the prompt was “raking leaves.” Copyright 2009 JO Janoski

by -Terry McDermott

Bob Church, fellow writer and friend extraordinaire passed on April 29, 2009 after a lengthy battle with cancer. In going through my old files I came across an interview I did with Bob approximately 7 years ago. It is a timeless piece which at first brings a tear to the eye remembering the loss. But [...]

A Whimsybuggs Writing Workshop prompt to write a poem or story with these elements:

a clever two year old
a sheet of paper
pencils

Too Much Love
Rain pelted the window, elongated drops that seemed to stretch and reach trying to keep up with the moving bus.  Inside where it was warm, the lights contrasted with the somber gray [...]

Too well loved to ever be forgotten…
by Administrator & Former Administrator’s of Writers-United

Musician in the Rain – Robert Doisneau

Musical Streets

Just-written songs, anxious, encased
awaiting poetry’s embrace
to make musical rain-slicked streets
in hypertensive heart-flung beats
to make musical rain-slicked streets
awaiting poetry’s embrace
Just-written songs, anxious, encased

Copyright 2009 JO Janoski

Slide Show of Art Work by Sunny J. Reid

Dusty roads intruded with train track snakes,
metal trails zing with somber glints of steel.
A man stands aloft balanced on one heel,
poised to perish with locomotion shakes.
A train comes rumbling just along the lakes,
roaring smoking thunder riding on wheels.
Dusty roads intruded with train track snakes,
metal trails zing with somber glints of steel.
What tragedy that roar leaves [...]

The wind was so powerful that it picked the young lass up and threw her onto the ground…
-by Peter Wicks

He’s a triumphant Italian chef,
expression glazed in a determinant  glare
while chunky hands like gracious G clefs
spark in culinary genesis
with a life beat staccato
pounding dough
before twirling it on one finger,
a flattened cloud where angels float
awaiting splatters of tomato sauce
to soil their wings
while dodging pepperoni slices
in a flattened pan flurry.
Those big hands sprinkle cheese
in scatterings of genius [...]

Her Hats
Hats like music hiding her face.
Melodies race
past my logic.
Ribboned magic.
Gauzy glances vibrant flowers
exert powers
meant to deceive
what I perceive.
Lurking under ribbons with plume
eyes speaking doom.
Her hat obscures
dark smile demure.
Copyright 2009 JO Janoski

Oh be still meing heart -Herr Chef you are ze man of mein dream. I az completely on ze udder side on meinself ven I see ze video of yourself cooking und singing ze songz vith ze svedish meata balls -oh be still mein heartz!

Und ze chili sauze recipe is hotz mein Herr Chef -come [...]

A rewrite of a story from a couple years ago…
A Pitcher of  Milk
“Oh, MAN!” I moaned as we pulled into line at the drive-through. “I’m definitely going to be late for work now.”
“I’m sorry, Dad!”
“Yeah.”
My genius of a son spilled a pitcher of milk this morning and in the havoc ended up missing both his [...]

Let me play a song of love
on our violin sculpted from hearts

:You are so dashing, dear Valentine
Why don’t you dash right out the front door!
~~~
Dear Valentine…your heart is as pure as the driven snow.
Maybe that’s why you are so cold-hearted!

When sorrow racks dark clouds against my sun
And thunderheads knit furrowed brows
Across the face of races run,
With goals forever murky, work obscure, and yet undone:
The grief that haunts my songs, unwritten and unsung,
That leads my stillborn hopes to triumphs never won,
I lift my eyes to catch the meteoric shine
Of one bright, perfect smile, to make [...]

Animals in My Family Tree

At long last I was to bear a child
I pictured a daughter meek and mild.
But from the moment of her birth I knew,
That something was horribly askew

My baby was completely covered in hair
And if that was all I would leave it there.
On looking closer, I could see
She had little [...]