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Dream-feeder

Susan H Evans·January 5, 2021

Dream-feeder written by: Susan H Evans A dream maker, a brain feeder, an old, silver-haired Cavalry god...

English Poetry

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Albert and Einstein

Richard Prime·December 25, 2020

Albert and Einstein written by: Richard Prime It was seven AM Christmas morning, Dad was just lighting...

Christmas English Featured Post Poetry

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Merry Christmas, John!

Paula Puolakka·December 22, 2020

Merry Christmas, John! written by: Paula Puolakka There wouldn’t be a celebration called Christmas if John the...

Christmas English Poetry

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Christmas Eve 1836

Spillwords·December 20, 2020

Christmas Eve 1836 a poem by Henry Alford The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth...

Christmas English Literary Greats Poetry

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St. Andrews on The Red

Gerry Stefanson·December 19, 2020

St. Andrews on The Red written by: Gerry Stefanson Created for the celebration of God, trust that...

Christmas English Poetry

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When We Lose Someone

Laura Hughes·November 25, 2020

When We Lose Someone written by: Laura Hughes @Ri_Ri1977 When we lose someone we truly love, we...

English Poetry

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Thoughts of Thanksgiving

Spillwords·November 22, 2020

Thoughts of Thanksgiving a poem by Charles Frederick White Thanksgiving day is coming soon, That long remembered...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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What Color Is Light?

Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier·November 17, 2020

What Color Is Light? written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier @FemVietmeier When you look at a person What do...

English Poetry

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God, The Devil and Death

Mike Turner·November 7, 2020

God, The Devil and Death written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper Faith is belief Without proof Based merely...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Unwritten

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·November 6, 2020

Unwritten written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon In this story, You were supposed To be a God, My hero,...

English Poetry

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Relentless Love

Joseph M. Butler·November 6, 2020

Relentless Love written by: Joseph M. Butler My life was in shambles, my heart was broken in...

English Poetry

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Heartbeat

Dr. K. K. Mathew·November 2, 2020

HEARTBEAT written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The life of heart rings the bell of soul Heard...

English Poetry

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Our President

Spillwords·November 1, 2020

Our President a poem by Katharine Lee Bates GOD help him! Ay, and let us help him,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Halloween and Humankind

Nazam Riar·October 28, 2020

Halloween and Humankind written by: Nazam Riar Apple bobbing and Soul cakes young and old enjoy homemade...

English Halloween 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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