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Illusions

Maroulla RadisavicAugust 19, 2019

Illusions written by: Maroulla Radisavic I will give you some wine To drink from my lips I will give you an exotic dance To lead your wild thoughts...

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Poppies On Ludlow Castle

SpillwordsJuly 28, 2019

Poppies On Ludlow Castle written by: Willa Cather THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A...

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Kubla Khan

SpillwordsJuly 14, 2019

Kubla Khan a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree:...

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A Mulberry Spring

Dolonchampa ChakrabortyMay 17, 2019

A Mulberry Spring written by: Dolonchampa Chakraborty A woman's desire to live Is not hers A combined will power of those around her That turns...

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Timeless

JayMMay 15, 2019

Timeless written by: JayM From somewhere a faraway heaven, A stream of cool wind carried a blossom of goodness, A flower vision of beauty in hope, ...

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Sweet Interstellar Above

Hongri YuanJanuary 28, 2018

Sweet Interstellar Above written by: Hongri Yuan translated by: Manu Mangattu The Time has come to blossom and flourish In my garden the stars will ...

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Blossom

I Am AgogApril 22, 2017

Blossom written by: I Am Agog @iam_agog I wanna be a flower, untethered & wild Known for its fragrance, than beauty of the mild...

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coffee girlMay 25, 2016

untitled written by: coffee girl @nikkinapi She was but a bud that blossomed in the light of love but the light is fading and she she is wilting...

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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 ...