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These Winds of Change…

Jan SmithMay 16, 2020

These Winds of Change... written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL Darkness has fallen... Be kind... Fill your path with inner light & hope... When f...

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Love Is Immortal

Charlie BottleApril 19, 2020

Love Is Immortal written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle So much of who we are can be said with so little, a four-letter word Love, as rare in...

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A Simple Act of Kindness

Dawn DeBraalMarch 14, 2020

A Simple Act of Kindness written by: Dawn DeBraal In her first year of teaching, Miss Racheal Mann had grown to love her third-grade students. She a...

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As Christmas Day Approaches

hedgehogDecember 13, 2019

As Christmas Day Approaches written by: hedgehog I look out over this land of Wales Days are cold, but, stars shine bright Twelve long days 'til Chr...

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The Bangle Seller

Rana Preet GillDecember 11, 2019

The Bangle Seller written by: Rana Preet Gill @DrRanaPreetGill He was sitting with an uncharacteristic candor swatting flies and murmuring all kind...

EnglishLiterature9 min read

Grace

Kelli J GavinJune 10, 2019

Grace written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin It has been given to me Yet I find it difficult to extend to others What makes me think they are undes...

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Eventually, I’ll Give Up

Linda M. CrateMay 6, 2019

eventually, i'll give up written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe "sorry, i've been selective" it's your prerogative like i've said, but i am no...

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TEARS OF THE WANDERING MYSTIC

Ayushman JamwalSeptember 6, 2017

TEARS OF THE WANDERING MYSTIC written by: Ayushman Jamwal @Jamwalthefirst All I remember is the green of your eyes, A storyteller's canvas of a limi...

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Small Kindnesses

Don KnowlesJuly 20, 2017

Small Kindnesses written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 Whatever you do you'll touch someone Ever small kindness multiples sums What we need more of ...

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Orange Juice With Father Falby

TM ArkoJuly 13, 2017

Orange Juice with Father Falby written by: TM Arko @terry.arko Ten A.M. Mass was my least favorite. It was called “high” mass, but for the life of ...

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A Touch of Love

Gayl WrightJuly 7, 2017

A Touch of Love written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright I could keep a vase of flowers sitting out within our sight I could light a scented candle an ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Sermon On The Mount

Giovanni FruncilloJuly 5, 2017

The Sermon on the Mount written by: Giovanni Fruncillo My uncle Billy looked like George Harrison during the 70’s; un-kept shoulder length hair with...

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A Marriage Flame

Gayl WrightApril 8, 2017

A Marriage Flame written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright Bold and beautiful Her kiss is a flaming fire He loves her dearly Years go quickly by As fla...

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Hope

~jfDecember 23, 2016

Hope written by: ~jf @juliefrith When the world around you falters and all seems lost a song, a promise, a simple act of kindness brings you to you...

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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 ...