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Morphine

Sonali Chanda·October 1, 2020

Morphine written by: Sonali Chanda Towards the endless silence from the west land shores, Fascinating the trembling...

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Change of Days

John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking)·September 25, 2020

Change of Days written by: John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking) The days were declining fast – It...

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As Someone Who Sees Me

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·September 24, 2020

As Someone Who Sees Me written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera If I could see beyond the mirrors...

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A Pocket of Tears, a poem written by Ger White at Spillwords.com

A Pocket Full of Tears

Ger White·September 8, 2020

A Pocket of Tears written by: Ger White “The operation was highly successful However, there is one...

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Rain

Raj Reader·September 4, 2020

Rain written by: Raj Reader It was written on the drops of rain. Sadness had gone; remained...

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The Artiste

Eve Dobbins·September 1, 2020

The Artiste written by: Eve Dobbins The art of war Sickles between my toes Ticking my sense...

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A Homeland of A Size of Umbrella

Umid Najjari·August 26, 2020

A Homeland of A Size of Umbrella written by: Umid Najjari (Ümid Nəccari) A Homeland of a...

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Trees

Spillwords·August 23, 2020

Trees a poem by: Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as...

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Covid-19

Pravat Kumar Padhy·August 15, 2020

Covid-19 written by: Pravat Kumar Padhy self-quarantine even the shadow shies away last kiss– the gap barricades...

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The Rainbow

Nancy Lou Henderson·August 6, 2020

The Rainbow written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49 As the rain subsides and colors fill the sky,...

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The Red Wheelbarrow

Spillwords·August 2, 2020

The Red Wheelbarrow a poem by: William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow...

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Rainy Days

Satabdi Saha·August 1, 2020

Rainy Days written by: Satabdi Saha I sang to you with the voice of the rain On...

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Monsoon

Kushal Poddar·July 29, 2020

Monsoon written by: Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe A heavy bottom cloud rides one mystical dildo of some place...

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State of The World

Robyn MacKinnon·July 12, 2020

State of The World written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat confused. It’s just like is shining, and it’s...

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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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