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Epilogue

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)May 2, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XX Epilogue: It Was the Sound I Could Not Forget written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay This final poem in th...

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BLISSFUL BLOOM

Sujata DashApril 27, 2020

BLISSFUL BLOOM written by: Sujata Dash Somewhere... In the outskirts of fun and frolic In the midst of alluring night life I find mounds of grief ...

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A Morning

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)April 10, 2020

Saying Goodbye Part XIX A Morning written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I do remember certain things, nine months later, how it...

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Sunday Morning

Dan LeichtMarch 29, 2020

Sunday Morning written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Silent. Morning in an old log cabin Alone. Once bustling Time for friends has come and gone Calm...

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Sleep

Jill Sharon KimmelmanMarch 23, 2020

Sleep written by: Jill Sharon Kimmelman This night i slept beautifully...deeply...oblivious to all no new poems were penned dashed hopes can be fix...

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I Wish To Create A Monster

Chris ScullyMarch 4, 2020

I Wish To Create A Monster written by: Chris Scully @beanpoetry I wish to create a monster So void of self That emptiness fills it. That silence, ...

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Cry

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)December 27, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part XVI Cry written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay Do you remember our babies' crying through the night with col...

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Waiting

JayMSeptember 24, 2019

Waiting written by: JayM @thejaytheme Deep was the night, Still. The dawn prevailed, Hope. I lay awake, Fearing the night would end too soon, I...

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Chillax

John BaverstockAugust 26, 2019

Chillax written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Still, All around, Calm, Like a feather, Falling, Nestling, In your palm, A hush, Becomes Silence, Time ...

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Seagulls

Kashiana SinghJune 26, 2019

Seagulls written by: Kashiana Singh Whites afloat with momentous ballet moves. Screeching sounds of freedom songs. Salty wings frolic into a magical l...

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This Finite Peace

Dr. Nikhat BanoJune 13, 2019

This Finite Peace written by: Dr. Nikhat Bano A short, solitary journey through an isolated place, has given a room to a restless mind to contemplate...

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Block

Henry BladonMay 24, 2019

Block written by: Henry Bladon He sits. Fingers motionless, surrounded by the dust of books that have...

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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 ...