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The Anniversary

Peggy GerberMarch 19, 2020

The Anniversary written by: Peggy Gerber My alarm startles me awake with the early morning news that Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow. Spring...

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QUEER

Madhu JaiswalFebruary 10, 2020

QUEER written by: Madhu Jaiswal @madhujaiswal22 I'm a male by birth and suppose to marry a girl of my parents choice But how do I let them know, I...

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Goodbye Over The Rainbows

Madhumita SinhaJanuary 25, 2020

Goodbye Over The Rainbows written by: Madhumita Sinha @madhu_723 In this noisy world All I look for is some quietude The noise outside The noise i...

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Thumbprint

Cindy MedinaNovember 13, 2019

Thumbprint written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 A rainbow's thumbprint shimmers in early morning sky its owner touched....

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Seeing Through Vapors

AsceticquillOctober 11, 2019

Seeing Through Vapors written by: Asceticquill I float in a onyx ember ocean casting away vigilance, like pennies in a well compromising my enemi...

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Rainbow

Claude SeguyAugust 13, 2019

Rainbow written by: Claude Seguy Sitting on a green field among the daisies, The poppies, The dandelions’ hair the summer breeze ruffles, And corps...

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Threading Happiness

Fotoula ReynoldsJuly 12, 2019

Threading Happiness written by: Fotoula Reynolds Take me back again To simpler times When days smiled Upon the earth And children laughed Without...

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End of Refugee Rainbow

Sultana RazaJune 23, 2019

End of Refugee Rainbow written by: Sultana Raza Rode endlessly admin’s merry-go-round, Eternally waited for the case to be resolved. For weren’t the...

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SALT AND PEPPER

Dilip MohapatraJune 4, 2019

SALT AND PEPPER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo They surely make a lovely pair the dark and the fair so stark in contrast yet they sing ...

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Driftwood

CamilleMay 7, 2019

Driftwood written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 Man is born unto the rainbow of opportunity. The dazzling palate before him as he draws his first i...

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Shock

Tasos KyrtasoglouMay 6, 2019

Shock written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou Unknown writer, a wasted figure in a cold white nursing home cell. Red sore in the arm, a dismal buoy ...

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I Flew With You

Katy SantiffApril 23, 2019

I Flew With You written by: Katy Santiff Small hidden songs, etchings by brooding larks who message on dozens of white birch barks and li...

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World Falls

Shawn M. KlimekApril 14, 2019

World Falls written by: Shawn M. Klimek Rudy told me he had discovered his passion for history and travel during his Sophomore year of college in Rome...

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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Rainbows”)

Phyllis P. ColucciMarch 31, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Rainbows") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one ...

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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 ...