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Lali Tsipi Michaeli·June 6, 2019

English International Poetry

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Riposte

Spillwords·March 24, 2019

Riposte a poem by William Carlos Williams Love is like water or the air my townspeople; it...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Santa’s Rubbish

PJ Stephenson·December 24, 2018

Santa’s Rubbish written by: PJ Stephenson @tweeting_writer “This isn’t how I planned to spend Christmas Eve,” I...

12 Days of Christmas Christmas English Featured Post Literature

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YOU HAVE FOUND MY KEY

Anahit Arustamyan·September 16, 2017

YOU HAVE FOUND MY KEY written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 I lost the key to my door...

English Poetry

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Key To My Heart

Selena G.·September 8, 2016

Key To My Heart written by: Selena G. @selenaangel1011 Having the key to my heart is not...

English

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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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Tú, Belleza Del Mundo

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Lest We Forget

I, Jew

Nigdy Wiecej!

The Fortune Teller

I Lit Candles Awaiting Your Return

My Promised Meridian