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Lapis

Cindy Medina·August 24, 2020

Lapis written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Gazing in wonder on a lapis universe with keen lapis eyes....

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Blue Screen Night Shift

Robyn MacKinnon·July 26, 2020

Blue Screen Night Shift written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat another blue screen Working the nocturnal shift making...

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Blue-Eyed Boy

Magdalena Podobińska·July 25, 2020

Blue-Eyed Boy written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 blue-eyed boy sleeping forever on the floor I love you every...

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Underwater

LB Sedlacek·June 25, 2020

Underwater written by: LB Sedlacek @lbsedlacek footprints dirt chewing gum tiled lines a glow stick goggles a...

English Poetry

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Thought Clouds

Diane Leopard·June 11, 2020

Thought Clouds written by: Diane Leopard @dianeleopard Clouds like thoughts drift high in the sky, Fluffy and white...

English Poetry

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Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood

Eric Robert Nolan·June 7, 2020

Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1 “Show me a sane...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Blue Lines

Mickey Mason·May 4, 2020

Blue Lines written by: Mickey Mason I will not do it this time, I say, as I...

English Poetry

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Blue

KL Merchant·April 9, 2020

Blue written by: KL Merchant The aftermath of the fireball that hit all of mankind creating a...

English Poetry

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Blue Broken Mind

Farah Rose Smith·March 13, 2020

Blue Broken Mind written by: Farah Rose Smith @farahrosesmith A murmur of illusions, soaked in blue It is...

English Poetry

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Winter’s Purity

Boris Simonovski·March 11, 2020

Winter’s Purity written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet Snowflakes depart from the sky, waste hours as I watch...

English Poetry

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Wooing The Sun

Mona Lisa·February 17, 2020

Wooing The Sun written by: Mona Lisa She is not sure yet, If she is a poet...

English Poetry

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The Blue Hour

Nisha Raviprasad·January 18, 2020

The Blue Hour written by: Nisha Raviprasad @NishaRaviprasad The weary dusk fades into the colors of the...

English Poetry

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Blue Ginger

Cindy Medina·January 17, 2020

Blue Ginger written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 “Blue Ginger” read the midnight blue neon sign in this...

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Roses

Wolfgang H.·January 3, 2020

Roses written by: Wolfgang H. Roses were pink my love Violets are blue and if you go...

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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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