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Haiking Along The Scores

Tim Gardiner·August 3, 2019

Haiking Along The Scores written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 The Ravine imagination down the Ravine up Cart...

English Poetry

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Dinner With Your Demons

Godfrey Holy·March 26, 2019

Dinner With Your Demons written by: Godfrey Holy My skeleton dances to jingles and dirges Other rhymes...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Dance Macabre

Leta Hawk·October 26, 2018

Dance Macabre written by: Leta Hawk @LetaHawk Skeletons practice Extreme nudism as they Dance in their bare...

English Halloween Poetry

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Skeletons In My Closet

Fallen Engel·October 13, 2016

Skeletons In My Closet written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 The butterfly falls with such elegance, his mass...

English

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Ol’ Neddy’s Whiskey

Daniel S Liuzzi·July 8, 2016

Ol’ Neddy’s Whiskey written by: Daniel S. Liuzzi @DanielSLiuzzi The leaves danced among the old headstones. Not...

English Featured Post Literature

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John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three produced plays. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door, Piker Press, Super Poetry Highway, The Writers Magazine, Ariel Chart, and numerous national and international journals, blogs, reviews, and anthologies. Published collections 'Poems from the Shadowlands' was published in 2017, 'Words That Found Me' 2019, 'Poems From The Banks' 2020, 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020, 'Secret Fjords' May 2020 and 'A Gathering Of Words' June 2020. All which are available on Amazon.

A Song for Christmas by Steve Carr

I was sixteen. Ma’s upright piano stood against the wall in the dining room where it had been since Ma and Pa were married. It was Grandma’s piano, but she gave it to my Ma as a wedding present. It was made of mahogany and Ma polished it almost every day. I was sitting at it just plucking randomly on the black keys when Ma placed a bright red runner across the top of the piano and, a few minutes later, placed the crèche on the runner. She arranged the figures of Mary and Joseph around the baby Jesus lying in a manger.
“You’re late puttin’ that out this year, Ma,” I said.
“Each year there are more and more boxes of Christmas decorations to sort through,” she said.
I strummed several keys with an unmelodic result and heaved a loud sigh.
“Have you decided yet which song you’re going to do for the Christmas service?” she asked ...

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