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These Winds of Change…

Jan SmithMay 16, 2020

These Winds of Change... written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Darkness has fallen... Be kind... Fill your path with inner light & hope... When f...

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Dog Barks

CamilleMay 12, 2020

Dog Barks written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 Dog barks. Velvet night. Jasmine breeze. Moon suspended, ever watchful. Casting shadows. silvery ...

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All But Love…

Mitch BenselApril 9, 2020

All But Love... written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling blissfully dying inside time is killing me as of late the sun covers me slow the breeze tells me ...

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Sunday Morning

Dan LeichtMarch 29, 2020

Sunday Morning written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Silent. Morning in an old log cabin Alone. Once bustling Time for friends has come and gone Calm...

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Long Path To Home…

Jan SmithFebruary 12, 2020

Long Path To Home... written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL This February breeze chills She lifts the collar of her deep scarlet coat Hair gold, windswe...

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The Breeze of memories

David DephyJanuary 22, 2020

The Breeze of Memories written by: David Dephy I am standing in front of the mirror, the reflection of myself is asking me: “Would life be better if ...

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Fall Evening

Robbie PruittOctober 11, 2019

Fall Evening written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt The breeze gently shifts in the evening air crisp and cool softly and silently whispering t...

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BLOW THE ROOF

Leanne NeillOctober 9, 2019

BLOW THE ROOF written by: Leanne Neill @LeanneNeill2 This roof encapsulates beauty; carefully, I've curated each piece. So, while everyone I know is abro...

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ECHO

Kevin D ParishSeptember 26, 2019

ECHO written by: Kevin D Parish I followed the echo Not knowing its source. Was it pain or desire Just running its course? Laughing at the memorie...

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EVEN SMOKE GOES

Anahit ArustamyanSeptember 20, 2019

EVEN SMOKE GOES written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 Does this scarlet rose know where the smoke goes? A tender breeze was with the rose l...

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Susana

Rob CookeSeptember 2, 2019

Susana written by: Rob Cooke @BoBarnum1 My sweet, sweet Susana Your hair swishing in the breeze Dancing through the trees of Louisiana My sweet...

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Rainbow

Claude SeguyAugust 13, 2019

Rainbow written by: Claude Seguy Sitting on a green field among the daisies, The poppies, The dandelions’ hair the summer breeze ruffles, And corps...

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Evening

Robbie PruittJuly 23, 2019

Evening written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt The night in silence awaits the moon the breeze sings sweetly through the trees the grass await...

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Khwabgah: A Place To Dream

Rakind KaurJuly 12, 2019

Khwabgah A Place To Dream written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Ever sat under a tree on a perfect summer's eve just letting your thoughts w...

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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 ...