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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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Fire Away

Kelli J GavinMarch 26, 2020

Fire Away written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin Those words Every Last One Hurt and scarred Left me damaged Bruised Broken Unable to functio...

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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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Regret

Papia RayFebruary 13, 2020

Regret written by: Papia Ray I thought of you as I turned a page. I missed you when my favourite author died. And you were not there to share The st...

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Dancing Free

Sheri M. StewartFebruary 8, 2020

Dancing Free written by: Sheri M. Stewart I'm moving on and dancing free breaking away from this you and me I'm sorry if I made you stumble but you...

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The New Normal

Michael NattJanuary 19, 2020

The New Normal written by: Michael Natt I finished my 65th and final half-marathon on October 19. Three days later, I was on the operating table for...

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Dear Austin II

Tylia FloresDecember 9, 2019

Dear Austin II written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 It has been 365 days since I last heard from you, I don't even seem to understand why I'm...

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Picking Up The Pieces

Curtis RaynardSeptember 15, 2019

Picking Up The Pieces written by: Curtis Raynard Scattered are the pieces Of my bleeding heart Picking up the pieces That you torn apart Not knowi...

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Battle Of Heartbreak

JayMAugust 15, 2019

Battle Of Heartbreak written by: JayM @thejaytheme And when I was awoken, It was to a different face, From the night before, A passage of time, A...

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At The Speed Of Contact

Scott Thomas OutlarAugust 1, 2019

At The Speed Of Contact written by: Scott Thomas Outlar @17Numa It will come like a god chasing the tail that was never really there. Spinning...

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Pages Torn Out

prikcab (Ian Perlman)June 6, 2019

Pages Torn Out written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) if time’s hands move at a constant pace what explains this bumpy ride some days take eternities t...

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All The Shadows

David DephyApril 10, 2019

All The Shadows written by: David Dephy I tasted fear and tasted doubt and saw many bruises on the body of living itself. I see – doubt is deadlie...

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Last Day In Uniform

Robyn MacKinnonNovember 11, 2018

Last Day In Uniform found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat my phone will be off My last day 'in uniform' and screaming "french fries" ...

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SALVATION

Leanne NeillSeptember 16, 2018

SALVATION written by: Leanne Neill @LeanneNeill2 Her arms a new cloak of salvation. Open wide; you collapse into a similar shape of me....

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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 ...