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Christmas Eve 1836

Spillwords·December 20, 2020

Christmas Eve 1836 a poem by Henry Alford The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth...

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As On A Holiday

Spillwords·December 13, 2020

As On A Holiday a poem by Friedrich Holderlin As on a holiday, when a farmer Goes...

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The Mad Lover

Spillwords·December 6, 2020

The Mad Lover a poem by Washington Allston At the Grave of his Mistress Stay, gentle Stranger,...

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Fortune

Spillwords·November 29, 2020

Fortune a poem by Geoffrey Chaucer This wrecched worldes transmutacioun, As wele or wo, now povre and...

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Thoughts of Thanksgiving

Spillwords·November 22, 2020

Thoughts of Thanksgiving a poem by Charles Frederick White Thanksgiving day is coming soon, That long remembered...

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Common Cold

Spillwords·November 8, 2020

Common Cold a poem by Ogden Nash Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer...

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The Vampire

Spillwords·October 25, 2020

The Vampire a poem by: Conrad Aiken She rose among us where we lay. She wept, we...

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There Is Another Sky

Spillwords·October 18, 2020

There Is Another Sky a poem by: Emily Dickinson There is another sky, Ever serene and fair,...

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The Buried Life

Spillwords·October 11, 2020

The Buried Life a poem by: Matthew Arnold Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,...

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The Frog

Spillwords·October 4, 2020

The Frog a poem by: Christina Rossetti Contemptuous of his home beyond The village and the village...

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A Little Poem

Spillwords·September 27, 2020

A Little Poem a poem by: George Orwell A happy vicar I might have been Two hundred...

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Magdalen Walks

Spillwords·September 20, 2020

Magdalen Walks a poem by: Oscar Wilde The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And...

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Before The Cask of Wine

Spillwords·September 13, 2020

Before The Cask of Wine a poem by: Li Bai The spring wind comes from the east...

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This Be The Verse

Spillwords·September 6, 2020

This Be The Verse a poem by: Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad....

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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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