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Autumn Leaves

Tamar Gvelesiani·September 22, 2020

Autumn Leaves written by: Tamar Gvelesiani @Tako165 If comparing autumn and spring I would choose the falling...

English Poetry

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Unfulfilled

Phyllis Souza·June 17, 2020

Unfulfilled written by: Phyllis Souza The crack of thunder, a flash of lightning, and pelting rain should...

English Literature

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Curious Wretch

Donna Dallas·May 23, 2020

Curious Wretch written by: Donna Dallas @DonnaDallas15 I want to know what they’re thinking what do they...

English Poetry

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Smelling Like Flowers

Marta Compagnone·April 14, 2020

Smelling Like Flowers written by: Marta Compagnone @martacompagnone Despite the spring darkness grows to cast shadows of...

English Poetry

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If I Am Being Honest

Deon Buys·February 19, 2020

If I Am Being Honest written by: Deon Buys If I’m being honest, she tasted like the...

English Poetry

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Where Have The Birds Gone?

Fotoula Reynolds·January 7, 2020

Where Have The Birds Gone? written by: Fotoula Reynolds It’s raining embers And our beautiful Island-home cries...

English Poetry

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Nightmare #50

R. Bremner·October 28, 2019

Nightmare #50 written by: R. Bremner Foul odors emanate from … I know not where! Ah, behind...

13 Days of Halloween English Featured Post Halloween Poetry

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Wastage

John Grey·June 17, 2019

Wastage written by: John Grey Garbage trucks again. Who needs an alarm clock? Or partying neighbors? But...

English Poetry

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666 Hope Avenue

Godfrey Holy·April 20, 2019

666 Hope Avenue written by: Godfrey Holy That new house smell has long faded__ drifted away to...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Night Of The Nectarine

Heath Brougher·February 7, 2019

Night Of The Nectarine written by: Heath Brougher Houses with lights in their windows run an unsteady pattern...

English Poetry

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Subtle

Giusepphine·January 24, 2017

Subtle written by: Giusepphine @giusepphine Fresh, clean Delicate smell The kind That you only notice When you...

English Poetry

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Morning Glory

Anne G·September 20, 2015

Morning Glory A Poem by Anne G Morning glory, weekend bliss; well earned hours, free from care. Buttermilk...

Anne G English

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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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