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The Wave

Brad OsborneApril 27, 2020

The Wave written by: Brad Osborne It is a fraternity of lifestyle. A shared philosophy that transcends all other differences. In that moment, it is ...

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Always Only

Ann Christine TabakaFebruary 13, 2020

Always Only written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris It was always only me, always only you, never anyone else. Life set. Schedules met. T...

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N.Y. BUMS

James MarchioriJuly 20, 2019

N.Y. BUMS written by: James Marchiori @DJames1821 A day out or in, abroad, indoor in consequence. How long will we stay? Often we leave. Outdoor ...

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The Vagabond

Luiz SyphreMarch 12, 2019

The Vagabond written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre I'm a vagabond traveling the streets a free spirit walking to a different drum beat I do as I pl...

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All Around Us

Shona TrussellFebruary 9, 2017

All Around Us written by: Shona Trussell @shozziet85 All around us Buildings scaling marvelous heights, Shops covering three or four flights Taxis, c...

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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 ...

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The Wave

Always Only

N.Y. BUMS

The Vagabond

All Around Us

Seekers

Our Defiant Song

Kissing Teeth

Il Mio Paradiso

Stay or Go

Diversion

New York City Shrouded In The Mist

Front Line

Starry Night