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Xmas Wish

Pranab GhoshDecember 20, 2019

Xmas Wish written by: Pranab Ghosh @gpranab2012 Carols in churches of the city People thronging fair grounds Pullovers, jackets, sweaters adding C...

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One Star

Fotoula ReynoldsDecember 19, 2019

One Star written by: Fotoula Reynolds I've never been to Bethlehem My voice nestles in my heart In the city of great holiness Humanity lives under ...

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An Alternative Christmas Story

M J ChristieDecember 16, 2019

An Alternative Christmas Story written by: M J Christie The rehearsal for the infants alternative Christmas story wasn’t going so well. Silence humm...

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Endings

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)July 4, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part VII Endings written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay It's easy to see the beginnings of things, not so easy to ...

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Abdiel and the Master of the Manger

Bruce RoweDecember 23, 2018

Abdiel and the Master of the Manger written by: Bruce Rowe “It is time, Mary,” Joseph said as he threw the last sack of provisions over the hindquar...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...