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Into The Black Maple

Rando MithloMarch 1, 2020

Into The Black Maple written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe The afternoon sunlight shines through the pointed leaves of this one-hundred-year-old Black ...

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October Hues

Krishna Chamling aka Kr. ChamlingJanuary 20, 2020

October Hues written by: Kr. Chamling The cool October mornings break into Hot lovely days filled with happiness as the torquesic Green lowlands and...

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October Leaving

John RyderNovember 13, 2019

October Leaving written by: John Ryder O, how both bitter and sweet is that breeze, Both warm and cold when two hearts contend; Where by November,...

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Halloween Essence

Phyllis P. ColucciOctober 31, 2019

Halloween Essence written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot Pumpkins and scarecrows Autumn whispers galore October breezes, orange hues, crisp...

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The Messenger In Dream

Pranab GhoshOctober 30, 2019

The Messenger In Dream written by: Pranab Ghosh @gpranab2012 She woke me up with her sobs. She had been dreaming awake. She saw her brother,...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry3 min read

Bodies In The Basement

M. TaggartOctober 20, 2019

Bodies In The Basement written by: M. Taggart It was a crisp, damp, October night. “When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking...

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A Soldier, Home

Steven M BairdSeptember 26, 2019

A Soldier, Home written by: Steven M Baird @SMBairdOrd I. He was a quiet man, seated next to her; a soldier, he said, of no sustainable means. T...

EnglishLiterature1 min read

A Tourist Guide to Banjo, OK

Steven M BairdAugust 29, 2019

A Tourist Guide to Banjo, OK written by: Steven M Baird @SMBairdOrd In between the breezes of our famous Confederate black oaks, and the fumes comi...

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Crucify The Scarecrow

Terry MillerJuly 3, 2019

Crucify The Scarecrow written by: Terry Miller Crucify the scarecrow For the deeds the crows have done October's breeze is blowing We learn to fear...

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Harvest Of Gold

LadyLilyNovember 27, 2018

Harvest of Gold written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Birthed from an acorn, eyes open, love-lit gold, chimes its silent bell. Sulphur flames levitate…...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Stolen Holiday

Alison Vail FullerNovember 3, 2018

stolen holiday written by: Alison Vail Fuller @alisonVfuller your betrayal hit fast and furious like an avalanche spinning out of control thro...

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October’s Halloween Night

Soulla ChristodoulouOctober 31, 2018

October's Halloween Night written by: Soulla Christodoulou @schristodoulou2 The night echoed with cackling witches and swishing broomsticks As fam...

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October 1985

Barbara AvonMay 6, 2018

October 1985 written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon It was one of those perfect fall mornings when the sun is peeking through the clouds and the colou...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Autumn’s Quilt

LadyLilyNovember 24, 2017

Autumn's Quilt written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Glittering Citron, crispy ginger waltz through a teal atmosphere. Moonstones mirror glint, constel...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

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 ...