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New York City Shrouded In The Mist

Thaddeus HutyraMay 26, 2020

New York City Shrouded In The Mist written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 Lovers strolling in Central Park drinking coffee, smiling Subtle kisses b...

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Unclad…

Monica St HillaireMay 22, 2020

Unclad... written by: Monica St Hillaire I wish to see you bare... It is not your flesh I seek. But the burning fire, Fueled by the being that is y...

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Changing of Seasons

Glen McKenzieNovember 18, 2019

Changing of Seasons written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther leaves colourful painted canvas scenery fall brings intense change...

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How Can I Be Without You

Sumana BhattacharjeeAugust 9, 2019

How Can I Be Without You written by: Sumana Bhattacharjee Many a time I thought Not to think about you, And to create another world without you B...

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Incendiary

Ayo GutierrezJuly 26, 2019

Incendiary written by: Ayo Gutierrez Stars aligned, destinies contrived A million permutations exist and yet No matter how bespoke odds may fall ...

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Magic

Carolina RussoMay 27, 2019

Magic written by: Carolina Russo @yesterdayafter1 Blow into my heart the magic of your soul the happiness of your tears the life of your energy B...

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Separation

Mario William VitaleJanuary 24, 2019

Separation written by: Mario William Vitale stars fallen stars bright hit the stage too tight locked in aroma from above' like you star below the s...

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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 ...