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Goodfellow’s Version

Steven FortuneApril 25, 2020

Goodfellow's Version written by: Steven Fortune I 'Athens...' If I could pan your posture through the silken wafer threads of your pink saro...

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My Mrs . Gunn

GrendadFebruary 16, 2020

My Mrs. Gunn written by: Grendad My little heart sank when, after a whispered conversation between you and the teacher in front of the class, I was ca...

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A Song About A Story

Roger TurnerFebruary 15, 2020

A Song About A Story written by: Roger Turner @titansdad I wrote a song about a story about a story about a song Three minutes thirteen seconds So,...

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Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #22

Michael CeraoloJuly 9, 2019

Shakespearean Baseball Sonnet #22 written by: Michael Ceraolo The glass shall not persuade me I am old. But when I begin to miss the fastball, Even ...

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Replica Of A Skull

Dan LeichtJune 19, 2017

Replica Of A Skull written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk A replica of a skull sits on his writing desk. “Shakespeare?” people always ask when the...

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Sonnet For Shakespeare

Martin BrownDecember 5, 2016

Sonnet for Shakespeare written by: Martin Brown @MartinBWriter Dear William S, thou knowest not my name, Though I’ve known thine a multitude of years...

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To Hamlet

Thomas ParkOctober 12, 2016

To Hamlet written by: Thomas Park @mystified131 To be or not to be Son of broken marriage Slated for big things Too young to be philosophical Perspe...

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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 ...