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Butterflies

John Drudge·December 30, 2020

Butterflies written by: John Drudge I stand at the door And knock A sharp step clatters On...

English Poetry

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I Treasure My Dreams

Magdalena Podobińska·December 28, 2020

I Treasure My Dreams written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 I treasure my dreams they’re half of my life...

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Christmas Eve

Peg Prendeville·December 24, 2020

Christmas Eve written by: Peg Prendeville After Christmas Eve Mass we walked back home The full moon...

Christmas English Poetry

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Dreaming of A Smile

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·November 11, 2020

Dreaming of A Smile written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera Old, and barely able, he walks out to...

English Poetry

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Delayed Gratification

Michael J Leach·November 6, 2020

A Brief Example of Delayed Gratification in Early 2000s Cult Television written by: Michael J Leach @m_jleach ...

English Poetry

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The Purpose

Muhammad Mohsin·October 17, 2020

The Purpose written by: Muhammad Mohsin @MemonMohsi What it takes you to live? What is it that...

English Poetry

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Sanctuary

John Drudge·October 7, 2020

Sanctuary written by: John Drudge The soft skin Of a precious moment A shy smile Offered up...

English Poetry

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My Hidden Beauty

Walid Boureghda·September 24, 2020

My Hidden Beauty written by: Walid Boureghda There’s some magic in the air, Willing to take me...

English Poetry

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Buried in Your Memories

Magdalena Podobińska·September 21, 2020

Buried in Your Memories written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 I realized my hopes were high so I had...

English Poetry

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Time to Go

Michael Ball·September 21, 2020

Time to Go written by: Michael Ball @whirred I perched for years waiting waiting for you to...

English Poetry

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When Spring Comes Again c2019

Pamela Tyree Griffin·September 17, 2020

When Spring Comes Again c2019 written by: Pamela Tyree Griffin And when Spring comes again – with...

English Poetry

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Miracles: An ubiquitous mystery

Muhammad Mohsin·September 6, 2020

Miracles: An Ubiquitous Mystery written by: Muhammad Mohsin @MemonMohsi It was the death of an old lady...

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Connections

Bridie Murphy·September 3, 2020

Connections written by: Bridie Murphy A wink, a nod, a smile, a wave Are all means of...

English Poetry

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Painter of Fate

Thaddeus Hutyra·August 28, 2020

Painter of Fate written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 I am painting the air I breathe in fresh...

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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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