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One-Eyed Watchman

Marc BrightsideSeptember 12, 2019

One-Eyed Watchman written by: Marc Brightside @MarcBrightside Simon With The Ponytail heard he fell foul of a parachute dive. Daisy With The Freckl...

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Protect Your Choices

Thomas ParkApril 1, 2018

Protect Your Choices written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 I work in a Midwestern library system. Over the years, as people began slowly moving awa...

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Media Kool-Aid

Brian Wayne SmithMay 11, 2017

Media Kool-Aid written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Drink the lies which we will tell. Taste the sweetness of the news; but don’t notice t...

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Ode to the Modern Seafarer

Thomas ParkJuly 31, 2016

Ode To The Modern Seafarer written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 I am the seafarer On seas of information Waves of webpages News photos, popular mus...

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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 ...