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The Road Home

Kelli J GavinMay 24, 2020

The Road Home written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I have walked one too many roads A few stray paths have distracted me Not always sure where I ...

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The Hedge Witch

Michael A. GriffithMay 17, 2020

The Hedge Witch written by: Michael A. Griffith @AuthorMGriffith The hedge witch stumbles on familiar paths that lead her home. Eyes on the crysta...

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The Necklace

Akanksha SinghApril 11, 2020

The Necklace written by: Akanksha Singh @ASiswriting She burned everything to the ground, watched, as it turned into a mound. Emotional human in he...

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Caught In Time

Sharona ReevesApril 1, 2020

Caught In Time written by: Sharona Reeves Paid our dues Flipped the script Beat the blues You are my muse Our love the canvas Brilliance in the...

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Look Back to See The Road

huntersjamesMarch 7, 2020

Look Back to See The Road written by: huntersjames @huntersjames We rode in a gusty swirl our hair a parachute Thinking took us back when forward we...

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Anodyne

prikcab (Ian Perlman)February 27, 2020

Anodyne written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) words not spoken carom from the walls of time silence separates hearts yours and mine I’m leaning up...

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Walking

Henry BladonFebruary 20, 2020

Walking written by: Henry Bladon In my happy memories, we walk towards the pond in the misty air, we walk into the meadow and through th...

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Keep the Life on Fleek…!

Monika Ajay KaulFebruary 18, 2020

Keep the Life on Fleek...! written by: Monika Ajay Kaul @MKaul4 Life for us chooses a unique path to tread on; and we wander in the places none ha...

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We Are Travelers

Andrea MyingaFebruary 17, 2020

We Are Travelers written by: Andrea Myinga At a time, being young, crowns blanked, Dreaming, but not of becoming someone, Simply eyeing the hands ...

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Long Path To Home…

Jan SmithFebruary 12, 2020

Long Path To Home... written by: Jan Smith @JanSmithNL This February breeze chills She lifts the collar of her deep scarlet coat Hair gold, windswe...

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Defining The Miles

Greg MasseyJanuary 25, 2020

Defining The Miles written by: Greg Massey @PoemCrafter You should be here, Wherever here may be. It’s no fault of yours that miles separate our e...

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If I Had A Field

Lee DunnJanuary 23, 2020

If I Had A Field written by: Lee Dunn @66human If I had a field, I would not ask for much. Just so by so by so… Fences, side on each, but ...

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The Way Forward

Amanda SteelJanuary 22, 2020

The Way Forward written by: Amanda Steel @Amanda_S_Writer When you reach that point in the road That everyone said was unreachable After spiralling...

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The Lake In The Mist

Haril VyasJanuary 21, 2020

The Lake In The Mist written by: Haril Vyas There's a sense of emptiness inside me, As I wander off the paths paved by many, My footsteps remember p...

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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 ...