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Beacon

Edward McCloudMay 9, 2020

Beacon written by: Edward McCloud Keep a fire burning For soon I'll be returning From my journey on the sea. Through fog and freezing rain; Strugg...

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I Know All About You

Sergio A. OrtizMay 9, 2020

I Know All About You written by: Sergio A. Ortiz @Saore I've walked through your innards your venomous fluids and touched your calloused hands a...

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Orange Hues

Rayna MoreApril 14, 2020

Orange Hues written by: Rayna More Don't be cold. Sit beside the fire, With me. I see the orange flames in your eyes. I watch you spread your win...

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Blue

KL MerchantApril 9, 2020

Blue written by: KL Merchant The aftermath of the fireball that hit all of mankind creating a crust layer that ripped through the entire system, Ca...

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Around The Fire

Peg PrendevilleApril 1, 2020

Around The Fire written by: Peg Prendeville Around the fire we sat each night Chairs pulled together nice and tight Dad made sure the turf was in M...

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Fire

Mehreen AhmedMarch 30, 2020

Fire written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 Laura stood at her window in the forest hut, watching a jaundiced sky. The bats and the crows flew in...

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Fire Away

Kelli J GavinMarch 26, 2020

Fire Away written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin Those words Every Last One Hurt and scarred Left me damaged Bruised Broken Unable to functio...

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Tradition of Fire

Kushal PoddarMarch 5, 2020

Tradition of Fire written by: Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe A fire compels us to see the fire, the blaze itself in-itself and its roar for-itself, and l...

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Ashes to Ashes

Tina Privitera-ReynoldsFebruary 21, 2020

Ashes to Ashes written by: Tina Privitera-Reynolds A worker stubs out a cigarette. The kind that rises blue puffs. On the innocent arm of a tree. ...

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The Obnoxious Truth

Garvit JainFebruary 21, 2020

The Obnoxious Truth written by: Garvit Jain As he sat beside him tears came trickling down his cheeks. The vivid memory of him was passing through eve...

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Collision of Two Worlds

Anupama DalmiaFebruary 3, 2020

Collision of Two Worlds written by: Anupama Dalmia Dressed in an alluring red gown, To rave it up, she let her hair down. Serenity embossed on her f...

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The Ultimate Beast

Susan WakefieldJanuary 12, 2020

The Ultimate Beast written by: Susan Wakefield When played the crackling sounds of fire Make haste to dams and creek lines The kangaroos and wallabi...

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Deaf

Rakind KaurJanuary 11, 2020

Deaf written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Can't you hear the screams? Of the souls being burnt alive My flowing tears cannot stop Russia bu...

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Where Have The Birds Gone?

Fotoula ReynoldsJanuary 7, 2020

Where Have The Birds Gone? written by: Fotoula Reynolds It’s raining embers And our beautiful Island-home cries A blackened soul Unfair intensity ...

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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 ...