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Always

Maria Dulce Leitao ReisMay 22, 2020

Always written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis If I were a she wolf And had found A helpless baby I would breastfeed him It is written naturally In m...

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Forbidden Love

Lei WritsesMay 13, 2020

Forbidden Love written by: Lei Writses I told the moon I love her, and its fullness turned to eclipse I told the stars I love her, and their br...

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Morning Prayer

Andrea MyingaApril 22, 2020

Morning Prayer written by: Andrea Myinga This is my morning prayer, Prior to climbing off my bed, That God let today be good As you always wish it ...

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A Dream I Dreamt

Broken MontagueApril 22, 2020

A Dream I Dreamt written by: Broken Montague I woke up from a dream, From a very bad dream. There, I saw myself; A broken side of myself. I ran ...

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Covid-19 Commentary

Okpa usangApril 18, 2020

Covid-19 Commentary written by: Okpa Usang For me, everything seems the world is coming to an end. It all started as a joke but now is getting out of ...

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A Poet’s Prayer

Sue Marie St. LeeApril 15, 2020

A Poet's Prayer written by: Sue Marie St. Lee Forgive me, poor heart the quest I encounter, the tear-laden paths, nights sleepless, forever. If dr...

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Everyday I Turn On The News

Jake Cosmos AllerMarch 26, 2020

Everyday I Turn On The News written by: Jake Cosmos Aller @Jakecaller every day I turn on the news nothing but news about the virus the virus ...

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Quicksand

Julia R. DeStefanoMarch 24, 2020

Quicksand written by: Julia R. DeStefano @J_DeStefano From breakfast to lunch through nightmare, I trudge along - here I sleep, here I cry in a barr...

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Polydactyl Dreams

Mary-Jean Elizabeth DoyleMarch 19, 2020

Polydactyl Dreams written by: Mary-Jean Doyle my polydactyl dreams have manifested into a tail. the spine contorts. i writhe back and forth. my ne...

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I Saw The Face of God

Hanna Abi AklMarch 18, 2020

I Saw The Face of God written by: Hanna Abi Akl @HannaAbiAkl On a storefront Selling second-hand computer hardware Hard drives, disks, keyboards ...

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Block Party USA

John GrochalskiMarch 14, 2020

Block Party USA written by: John Grochalski overheard the sky is gray as the deluge comes like the television weather forecaster in the mini s...

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Divine Whiplashes

Satabdi SahaMarch 12, 2020

Divine Whiplashes written by: Satabdi Saha I step out of myself to understand The folly of your creativity. Befuddled, I can't reason with that co...

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Uncle George

Gary S. CrawfordMarch 10, 2020

Uncle George written by: Garry S. Crawford @crawsat October 1999 Here comes someone. Wonder who it is? Probably wants something. No one ever com...

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This Love

Anoucheka GangabissoonFebruary 14, 2020

This Love written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I bloom not in this love of ours, May it be that I die from it, Paining and suffering As one lost...

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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 ...