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Corona

Mike TurnerApril 8, 2020

Corona written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper In the third decade of the 21st Century Earth was in peril Her skies clouded with emissions Her w...

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Coronavirus

Michal ReibenbachMarch 17, 2020

Coronavirus written by: Michal Reibenbach We are on our way home from a holiday in Cambodia, the plane is flying among the clouds. As it dips downwa...

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Love Sick

Brutus RichmondMarch 16, 2020

Love Sick written by: Brutus Richmond You’re infectious baby I’ve got the disease I’m burning up Thirty eight degrees Sweetheart keep your distanc...

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The Last Sin Eater

Jordan TretheweyMarch 11, 2020

The Last Sin Eater written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes Farming always did right by us Munslows, but I lost my bearings one week back in 187...

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FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS

GrendadJanuary 19, 2020

FOR ALEC W JAMES COAL MINER WITH THE ANGELS written by: Grendad Bowed down and coughing in his plastic coat, Smiling still into his final days As i...

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Apparition

Lee DunnOctober 28, 2019

Apparition written by: Lee Dunn @66human In the dark of your room Something cold from the tomb Awakes you with feelings of dread Seems to flo...

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Weak

Eric DanhoffJune 25, 2019

Weak written by: Eric Danhoff @troubled_sleep I was supposed to be strong today but I can’t The weight on this mind Is too heavy right now To keep...

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Afternoon Play

Andrew ScobieMarch 12, 2019

Afternoon Play written by: Andrew Scobie Later in the morning, soon after he had been administered with his usual dose of morphine, James would...

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New Diagnosis

Daedalus ChaosNovember 7, 2018

New Diagnosis written by: Daedalus Chaos @DaedalusChaos I woke up gasping. I look at you – soundly asleep with your slow breathing – and I struggl...

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Sick Day

Joyce ButlerJanuary 3, 2018

Sick Day written by: Joyce Butler @joycebwriter My nose is red My face is sore My beauty - crumpled on the floor Mascara hurts my baggy ey...

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Days

G.R. WesloSeptember 15, 2017

Days written by: G.R. Weslo @broccoli0001 Day 1 Burns Day 2 Hurts Day 3 Tears Day 4 "give in...

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Hospitalbed

IngelaAugust 23, 2016

Hospitalbed written by: Ingela(saja) @ingelasaja Covered in blood Maybe a towel? Another towel... And another. Maybe a doctor? Hospitalbed Another ...

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I Am A Trojan Horse

Anne GMay 22, 2015

I Am a Trojan Horse written by: Anne G @The InkTruth I have always existed. Malicious ruse; a cruel stratagem. Inspired by celestial energy, motiva...

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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 ...