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Avoidance

Nerisha Kemraj·January 6, 2020

Avoidance written by: Nerisha Kemraj Look at us now, we’ve become mere acquaintances in the same place...

English Poetry

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The Thing About Oil Spills II

Godfrey Holy·January 1, 2020

The Thing About Oil Spills II written by: Godfrey Holy My neck no longer bears your cinderblocks...

English Poetry

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Rotten Ladder

Maria Chalastani·June 15, 2019

Rotten Ladder written by: Maria Chalastani Can’t hurt me now I’m a thousand times stronger can’t reach...

English Poetry

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XII, a poem written by Dewayne Alexander Adams at Spillwords.com

XII

Dewayne Alexander Adams·April 18, 2019

XII written by: Dewayne Alexander Adams @Surewhy7 Knife held and threatened Against me if I speak. I...

English Poetry

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Our Ignorance

Bernard Harris A.K.A. BenkkuPoems·April 1, 2019

Our Ignorance written by: Bernard Harris/Benkku Poems @poems_benkku We must never Give up Never lie down But...

English Poetry

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Lettera Dal 2018

Maurizio Ricci·September 30, 2018

Lettera dal 2018 poesia by: Maurizio Ricci @MaurizioRicciOF Finalmente sono le 16:25 del 2 settembre 2018 finalmente...

International Italian Poetry

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I Protest All Of This

Linda M. Crate·August 22, 2018

i protest all of this written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i protest at the greed of...

English Poetry

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SILHOUETTES

Dilip Mohapatra·June 19, 2018

SILHOUETTES written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Who wants to see the gory details in the close ups of...

English Poetry

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A Cookie

James Gabriel·May 30, 2018

A Cookie written by: James Gabriel @James_Gabriel1 I drive home with a cookie sitting in my passenger...

English Poetry

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Lyric for the Masses

Geovanni Villafañe·January 19, 2018

Lyric for the Masses written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT Blasted into consciousness Outfits of rage bring consequence...

English Poetry

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Complicit Complacency

SMiles·January 12, 2018

Complicit Complacency written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 I’ve a vague recollection of the day before I forget a...

English Poetry

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You Can’t Feed Art To Goats

Ethan Lesley·November 28, 2017

You Can’t Feed Art To Goats written by: Ethan Lesley @ethananarchy You can’t feed art to goats...

English Poetry

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Silly Bird Wants to Fly

Khalid Belkhalfi·September 23, 2017

Silly Bird Wants to Fly written by: Khalid Belkhalfi @K.Belkhalfi.Poet Silly bird wants to say goodbye Now...

English Poetry

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Endless Crucifixion

HR·August 3, 2017

Endless Crucifixion written by: HR @HaroldR01 Jesus hovered above the cross watching white-robed men set fire to the...

English Featured Post 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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