Pay It Forward Thursday- December 20, 2018

Come share the best poem or piece you read this week with over 4,500 followers on The Cafe. Give them a shout out!!

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Pay It Forward 7-4-2018

The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us.  However, Pay It Forward Thursday has not been getting a lot of love lately, which we think is a shame. Dear reader, you are losing out on some great writing! We’ve decided to shake things up a little and the baristas will be reblogging our Pay It Forward picks for the week directly onto GDG Cafe so you don’t miss out on our favorites.

We like this idea so much that we will also reblog the posts you think were the best thing you read this week if you drop a link below. You are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from someone…

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Sparks and glitter !

Do Not Miss this awesome love poem!!!


shea-rouda-474308-unsplash.jpghe speaks to her
in ways no one
before him had.
its as if he knows
her mind, and speaks
all of it
and that’s just why
its impossible for her
not to be immersed completely
in those words
He is strong enough
to hold every broken
piece of her
and fix them at
all the right places.
This man,
just doesn’t make her
feel complete.
He completes her.


Photo by Shea Rouda on Unsplash

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On The Edge Of A River – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

I sat on a rock at the edge of a river
Watching the water flow
The ripples glistened in the sunlight
As the water flowed over the rocks

There is a quiet magic in the sound of a river
The small waterfalls created
As it flows over submerged logs
Quiet my soul

I could feel it flowing through me
I felt it
I heard it
Only a river can do that for me

The moving water is hypnotic
Soothing my worries
Carrying me away
On the River of Belief

Soon the ink from my pen
Started to flow onto my notebook
Forming my poetic words
As I sat on the edge of a river

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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metaphorical death

the grey room

the words were poison
i swallowed them anyway
dedicated masochist
let the letters curdle in me

slow rotting from the inside
decaying ideals, watch me die
slowly destroying
the pieces i cherish most
the definitions i carved in stone

weathered by time and life
changed by a harsh reality
trace the faded phrases and cliches
bury me underneath and say no more.

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