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The American President, A.D. 2169-2077

Tom BallFebruary 26, 2020

The American President, A.D. 2169-2077 written by: Tom Ball As President, I said I wanted what was best for the masses. And the economy grew 10% in ...

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Darkness Ravens

Verona JonesJanuary 13, 2020

Darkness Ravens written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Darkness Ravens fall with joining Shadows so disappointing. Heavenward the darkness rises ...

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Bathsheba

Ron KemptonSeptember 17, 2019

Bathsheba written by: Ron Kempton Cinnamon hue on fading earth casting rusty shadow Past shyness she steps gently through Chi horizon Solitude in si...

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Maleficium

Immortal MagpieJune 19, 2019

Maleficium written by: Immortal Magpie Beneath the blood red hue of Hunters Moon Upon the crimson ground With wild orgiastic glee, we writhe Our pr...

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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 ...