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Nyansuguta

Daniel Gekonge·January 16, 2020

Nyansuguta written by: Daniel Gekonge @Dan_Gekonge1 I want you, Like the sea Wants the shores I want...

English Poetry

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The Sacrificial Altar of Hope

Yasmin Hemmat·July 23, 2019

The Sacrificial Altar of Hope written by: Yasmin Hemmat My quill drips with my blood, While I’m...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Little Man Sitting In A Box

Joseph M. Butler·May 10, 2019

Little Man Sitting In A Box written by: Joseph M. Butler Little man sitting in a box,...

English Poetry

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Pandorica

The Red Pen·April 15, 2019

Pandorica written by: The Red Pen I sit here waiting for it all to come to me...

English Poetry

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Boxes

John Baverstock·March 27, 2019

Boxes written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK When once again you have had a bad day, The best thing...

English Poetry

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The Package

Dan Leicht·February 13, 2019

The Package written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk He’d lost track of time when he heard a knock...

English Poetry

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Surrounded By Stars

Meg Falconer-Robinson·January 27, 2019

Surrounded By Stars written by: Meg Falconer-Robinson @MegEFalconer You ask me what I see. I describe to...

English Poetry

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Father Christmas

Rich Calo·December 25, 2018

Father Christmas written by: Rich Calo The counter guy at the Stewart’s convenience store handed over the...

Christmas English Literature

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Quantum Query

Aaron Marchant·August 23, 2018

Quantum Query written by: Aaron Marchant What is Mr Schrödinger doing with his cat? It’s dark in...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Hemingway’s Challenge III

Robbie Masso·March 29, 2018

Hemingway’s Challenge III written by: Robbie Masso He lives in the square that everyone thinks outside of....

English Poetry

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HOW BEER WAS DISCOVERED: THE TRUE MYTHOLOGY

Michael H. Brownstein·December 19, 2017

HOW BEER WAS DISCOVERED: THE TRUE MYTHOLOGY written by: Michael H. Brownstein Pandora colored her skin mahogany,...

English Poetry

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Cold Clap In The Dark

Mario William Vitale·December 5, 2017

Cold Clap In The Dark written by: Mario William Vitale skeletal bones in the hidden residue to...

English Poetry

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Leftovers

Marc Brightside·August 30, 2017

Leftovers written by: Marc Brightside @MarcBrightside Underneath the bed frame rests a shoebox full of throwaway tat,...

English Poetry

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Trapped In The Box

Nonso·August 5, 2017

Trapped In The Box written by: Nonso @Nounsso Every day the same thing happens. We wake up...

English Featured Post Literature

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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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