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The Sun Rising

SpillwordsMay 31, 2020

The Sun Rising a poem by: John Donne Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy...

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The Flooding of Sweetface Valley

Steve CarrMay 21, 2020

The Flooding of Sweetface Valley written by: Steve Carr @carrsteven960 The river is a powerful thing. Its mighty flow that began from a melting gla...

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Irregular Ode To Covid Spring

Shelly NorrisApril 20, 2020

Irregular Ode To Covid Spring written by: Shelly Norris Local reporters advise gardening a sanctioned activity. Frugal as my German grandmother, I...

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Enough

Ximena EscobarMarch 23, 2020

Enough written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin Silence finds me, or do I find silence, it’s me who steps out through a curtain of transparency an...

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Rise and Shine

Ella Etienne-RichardsFebruary 17, 2020

Rise and Shine written by: Ella Etienne-Richards @serendipity2tranquil Your aim is to hold me down. You insult me and hurt my feelings You wish t...

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The Body Count Is Rising

Tamsen GraceJanuary 9, 2020

The Body Count Is Rising written by: Tamsen Grace Public service announcement... we are living in a dystopian world, didn’t you see the signs? Chao...

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The Death You Deserve

Linda M. CrateNovember 25, 2019

The Death You Deserve written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe you want a villain for your narrative, and so i will let the humanity in me withe...

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Insidious

Immortal MagpieAugust 31, 2019

Insidious written by: Immortal Magpie Insidiously You weave your web of lies Gossamer strands of falsification Strive to imprison me once more A m...

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Showers

Robbie PruittAugust 31, 2019

Showers written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt In spring showers bloom flowers in summer steam rises from afternoon showers in fall the darken...

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From Her Ashes She Rose

Sonal SinghApril 27, 2019

From Her Ashes She Rose written by: Sonal Singh Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman - Kali, Durga ...

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Easter Wings

SpillwordsApril 21, 2019

Easter Wings a poem by George Herbert Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till ...

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She Who Laughs

Anshika SharmaApril 17, 2019

She Who Laughs written by: Anshika Sharma I’m stuck with A Medusa in the mirror. She laughs In her imperfect skin, Widely spread As cracked porcelain. He...

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We Shall Rise

Dr. Gideon Sampson CecilApril 12, 2019

We Shall Rise written by: Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil I soar on the wings of the wind contemplating this fragile world like a God on high hidden f...

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A Frozen Sea

JeanmbbMarch 30, 2019

A Frozen Sea written by: Jeanmbb @jmbsquared a frozen sea yet tides rise & fall underneath still we need not speak of any of it ic...

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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 ...