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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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Beacon

Edward McCloudMay 9, 2020

Beacon written by: Edward McCloud Keep a fire burning For soon I'll be returning From my journey on the sea. Through fog and freezing rain; Strugg...

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Regrets

Carl ParsonsMarch 12, 2020

Regrets written by: Carl Parsons He’d been away a long time. Now he was home again—in the same town where he’d been born decades ago. But why had he...

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A Mosquito

Siva WrightFebruary 24, 2020

A Mosquito written by: Siva Wright i return to you like a mosquito on a rainy evening you can't wave me away my love will only end as a black patch...

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All Souls Day

FM TateFebruary 8, 2020

All Souls Day written by: FM Tate The front door closes behind you. Uniform creased to perfection. Hair always shorter than I’d like. Roses. Y...

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Embalm

MadhumitaJanuary 20, 2020

Embalm written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 will time teach me to embalm embalm myself and preserve preserve for you you the cause of my pain pain a...

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Christmas Fairytale of London

Robin McNamaraDecember 14, 2019

Christmas Fairytale of London written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 Here in my London bedsit Alone this Christmas Eve Once again The clock...

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A circle’s round, it has no end; that’s how long I want to be your friend

Daisy KingDecember 5, 2019

A circle's round, it has no end; that's how long I want to be your friend written by: Daisy King @stormsinteacups The daisies on the heath ar...

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The Promise

James BellAugust 20, 2019

The Promise written by: James Bell @bel_avocat Come - into my ever patient and waiting arms; Stay - until your inner peace is returned; Never - be ...

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Dilemmas Of The Heart

Bozena Helena Mazur-NowakAugust 16, 2019

Dilemmas Of The Heart written by: Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak Each night I return to those green fields To the fragrant linden trees, willows with th...

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Soul Return

LadyLilyFebruary 19, 2019

Soul Return written by: LadyLily @AFairymary No swinging on sunbeams, nor plaiting rainbows… Just slogged one life journey. A world of knocks, c...

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Roots

Supriya RakeshJanuary 2, 2019

Roots written by: Supriya Rakesh I’m a rooted animal, Almost a plant, one might say. Watch others taking flight, Feel a tinge of envy Long for the...

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She Bleeds For Brooklyn

Judge BurdonOctober 6, 2018

She Bleeds For Brooklyn written by: Judge Burdon She lives with low rent day dreams, on no name backstreets. Dirty sidewalks made from quicksand conc...

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Return To The York Arms

Ian FletcherAugust 7, 2018

Return To The York Arms written by: Ian Fletcher It must be thirty-five years since I have drunk in here in this ancient York pub that was once ...

EnglishPoetry1 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 ...