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Distant Reality

Roshni Kapoor·October 6, 2020

Distant Reality written by: Roshni Kapoor Tiny as I am, a speck of dust In a world...

English Poetry

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The Rainbow Princess

Nina Taylor·September 30, 2020

The Rainbow Princess written by: Nina Taylor Once upon a time in a land far away on...

English Literature

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As I Prepare The Way

Stanley Umezulike·August 28, 2020

As I Prepare The Way written by: Stanley Umezulike @stanumezulike Today, I look back with humility, At...

English Poetry

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An Eerie Silence

GS. Subbu·August 13, 2020

An Eerie Silence written by: GS Subbu @gssubbu50 An empty world, an eerie silence, A disturbing stillness...

English Poetry

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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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Clancy of The Overflow

Spillwords·May 3, 2020

Clancy of The Overflow a poem by: Banjo Paterson I had written him a letter which I...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Free Verse 2

Mubangizi Emmy·April 15, 2020

Free Verse 2 written by: Mubangizi Emmy The songs we sang in the rain The cold green...

English Poetry

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Overcast Life

Shweta Meraki·April 10, 2020

Overcast Life written by: Shweta Meraki The gloom inside the house felt like an overcast of skies,...

English Poetry

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The Road To Halicarnassus

Bogpan·April 3, 2020

The Road To Halicarnassus written by: Bogpan @panbog2 “To die, to sleep— No more—and by a sleep...

English Poetry

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All I See

Joseph Hope·March 23, 2020

All I See written by: Joseph Hope @ItzJoe9 Dust replacing dust Gush of wind blowing Replacing and...

English Poetry

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Open Space

Ayo Gutierrez·February 15, 2020

Open Space written by: Ayo Gutierrez @AbangganCarolyn Tonight the sky is pregnant with bulbous clouds Kiss me...

English Featured Post Poetry

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FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS

Grendad·January 19, 2020

FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS written by: Grendad Bowed down and coughing in...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Stranger

Solomon Bukenya·January 18, 2020

Stranger written by: Solomon Bukenya Eyes have seen the fires of hell. Flames burning the last of...

English Poetry

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Dust

Sandy Rochelle·January 9, 2020

Dust written by: Sandy Rochelle As the boat small but brave drives me to you in the...

English Poetry

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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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