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The Third

Jose Wan Diaz·August 8, 2019

The Third written by: Jose Wan Diaz “Two was more than enough,” Alice said, tears pouring down her...

English Literature

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Makeup

Godfrey Holy·June 9, 2019

Makeup written by: Godfrey Holy Flowers blooming in a garden Are just tools meant to fix fate,...

English Poetry

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Blind Love

Pradip Chattopadhyay·December 30, 2018

Blind Love written by: Pradip Chattopadhyay I can hear them mom, says the son yes my child,...

English Poetry

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Feel The Music

Paul Anthony Obey·November 3, 2018

Feel The Music written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 Child prodigy unseeing, Lived unfairness of age, Still...

English Poetry

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My Addiction

Robbie Masso·December 2, 2017

My Addiction written by: Robbie Masso The road is starting to look the same. Every day I...

English Poetry

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Blind

thePoeticpiper·July 26, 2016

Blind written by: thePoeticpiper @thePoeticpiper I fell into a coma lastnight A different universe without lights, much...

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John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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What Color Is Light?

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Stagnant Time

Unexpected Invitation

Blind Alleys

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The Third

Blind Love

Feel The Music

My Addiction

Blind

An Unanswered Letter

When The Poem Arrives

The Year of The Sickle

Tú, Belleza Del Mundo

Pandemic

Contagion is A Despot Poet

The Govner

Life Well Seen

A Kind of Decalogue

Magic Carpet Ride

The Melting

Lonely Wanderer