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A Simple Joy

Carl "Papa" Palmer·February 4, 2024

A Simple Joy written by: Carl “Papa” Palmer My last hour each day as I hit the hay...

Poetry English

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Song

Frank Hubeny·January 2, 2024

Song written by: Frank Hubeny We used to sing a simple song and both of us would...

Poetry English

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Simple

Dr Molly Joseph·October 7, 2023

Simple written by: Dr. Molly Joseph How simple life flowed those days, with no walls, walled up...

Poetry English

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La Tigra

PR Hebert·August 17, 2023

La Tigra written by: PR Hebert High up on a mountain side Resides a small pueblo Within...

English Poetry

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Pieces of Peace

Enoble Asuquo·July 21, 2023

Pieces of Peace written by: Enoble Asuquo Pain is motion, pleasure too, and emotions are activities, peace...

Poetry English

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Giraffed Leaves Behind The Scenes

Petro C. K.·February 16, 2023

Giraffed Leaves Behind The Scenes written by: Petro C. K. @petro_ck. Unreasonably buggered and moreover dangerous quiet...

English Poetry

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Quiet of The Snow

John Drudge·January 28, 2023

Quiet of The Snow written by: John Drudge These are the simple things That happen On the...

Poetry English

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The Quiet Man

Larry D Tyler·September 14, 2022

The Quiet Man written by: Larry D Tyler The long line of cars provided a caravan of...

English Literature

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Clarity

Becca Lotus·August 16, 2022

Clarity written by: Becca Lotus Coastal blue skies sweep warmly Over sunlit jeweled water Ocean shimmering, curling...

Poetry English

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Waiting

Pratik Mitra·July 14, 2022

Waiting written by: Pratik Mitra Suburb waits for rain and something simple on a read-out night....

Poetry English

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Away From The Urban Jungle

Dr. Shailja Sharma·February 10, 2022

Away From the Urban Jungle written by: Dr. Shailja Sharma @DrShailjaSharma Away from the urban jungle I know...

English Poetry

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Breathe

David J. Roussel·December 10, 2021

Breathe written by: David J. Roussel @hokusgrey Remember to breathe; that’s the thing keeping you alive. Such...

Poetry English

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I Am Not A Poet

Ron Rowland·August 16, 2021

I Am Not A Poet written by: Ron Rowland @RonRowland I am not a poet Although I...

Poetry English

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Find Me

Mitch Bensel·August 13, 2021

Find Me written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling I don’t know much, truly.. am simple with needs easy...

English Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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