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Teach Your Children Well

Vidya VenkataramananMay 17, 2020

Teach Your Children Well written by: Vidya Ventakaramanan There is a time in our lives, from about four years to a long twenty-three years, when we ...

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Corona Through A Social Lens

Hina Tabassum CheemaMay 6, 2020

Corona Through A Social Lens written by: Hina Tabassum Cheema edited by: Jackie Cook The world had forgotten to sleep In the race of me first The w...

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What Has Beautiful Become

Beth TremaglioFebruary 24, 2020

What Has Beautiful Become written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth Beauty isn’t found in painted nails, colored hair, trimmed hair, a body, virt...

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Shifting Sands

James BellJanuary 14, 2020

Shifting Sands written by: James Bell @bel_avocat Waves that no longer crash and break, shifting sands in endless drift; A heart that once readily u...

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Why Do I Care…

Nishand VenugopalNovember 4, 2019

Why Do I Care... written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 When the forests are on fire, why do I care? No connectivity in my phone is what gives me...

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Humanity

Sheri M. StewartSeptember 7, 2019

Humanity written by: Sheri M. Stewart I touch your tears I can not stop I find I weep with you let me sit here quietly even if it is only for a mo...

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Mask of an Empath

Chasity GainesJune 28, 2019

Mask of an Empath written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 She Never Cries in front of people If she can help it a sign of weakness It portray...

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Restless Believer

Ron KemptonMay 10, 2019

Restless Believer written by: Ron Kempton Winter found me saving starlight Vague collection for the night Roll to words inside each grey sky Restle...

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Intruders

Mickey KulpApril 16, 2019

Intruders written by: Mickey Kulp @mickey_kulp We read in a circle. The Haitian immigrant And the white southern preacher Read about hungry times ...

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Angels

John BaverstockJune 6, 2018

Angels written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Looking through the windows, At surrounding trees Watching the leaves twitch, In the light, Summer breeze. A b...

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Broken #2

DahMarch 14, 2018

Broken #2 written by: Dah @dahlusion That which is broken works for those who want it broken Can I exist like this can anybody live this way know...

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Epeisodion

Sanjeev SethiMarch 2, 2018

Epeisodion written by: Sanjeev Sethi She breaks into your bay, gesticulations signaling glee at her newfound success. In her singsong asks you to ha...

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A Walk in Your Shoes – Unrealized

Aurora PhoenixFebruary 26, 2018

A Walk in Your Shoes - Unrealized written by: Aurora Phoenix I slip my feet into your shoes wrinkling my nose while I distract myself from the odor...

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Can I?

Dr Molly JosephJanuary 22, 2018

Can I? written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH happy can I be your comforting ...

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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 ...