journey Archives - Spillwords

The Road Home

Kelli J GavinMay 24, 2020

The Road Home written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I have walked one too many roads A few stray paths have distracted me Not always sure where I ...

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Let Me Not To The Dissolution Of False Minds

thePoeticpiperMay 20, 2020

LET ME NOT TO THE DISSOLUTION OF FALSE MINDS written by: thePoeticpiper @thePoeticpiper Let me not to the dissolution of false minds Deny hindranc...

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Beacon

Edward McCloudMay 9, 2020

Beacon written by: Edward McCloud Keep a fire burning For soon I'll be returning From my journey on the sea. Through fog and freezing rain; Strugg...

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Jackass

James YesleyMay 8, 2020

Jackass written by: James Yesley The world continues to push. It's like I'm still on night shift. Laying around, getting shitfaced before work. O...

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A Tiny Grain of Sand

R William StandishMay 5, 2020

A Tiny Grain of Sand written by: R William Standish Look at me, look at me, look at me A tiny grain of sand on a beach without a sea Surrounded by m...

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The Summers of ’69 and ’19

Michael NattMay 3, 2020

The Summers of '69 and '19 written by: Michael Natt "Those were the best days of my life" - Bryan Adams "These are the best days of my life" ...

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Epilogue

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)May 2, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XX Epilogue: It Was the Sound I Could Not Forget written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay This final poem in th...

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RESTLESS DAYS

TM DiSarroApril 12, 2020

RESTLESS DAYS written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro Fantasy persuades the senses Keeps us distant ever searching Endless wishes wasted chances Seeking...

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A Morning

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)April 10, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XIX A Morning written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I do remember certain things, nine months later, how it...

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Caught In Time

Sharona ReevesApril 1, 2020

Caught In Time written by: Sharona Reeves Paid our dues Flipped the script Beat the blues You are my muse Our love the canvas Brilliance in the...

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Giving Back, Reluctantly

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)March 20, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XVIII Giving Back, Reluctantly written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay 50 years we had together. Then she suff...

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Scottish Dream

Elizabeth BartonMarch 13, 2020

Scottish Dream written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 The sky was not as troubled As the sullen look in his eye, Though clouds tumbled b...

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A Very Satisfactory Life Indeed

Anne GMarch 12, 2020

A Very Satisfactory Life Indeed written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Many the days of delectation gratification and contentment … a word a glance a wa...

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Through The Darkness

Sue Marie St. LeeMarch 8, 2020

Through The Darkness written by: Sue Marie St. Lee The road looked like spilled ink, black and wet, reflecting a lone streetlight in the far-off dis...

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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 ...