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In The Arms of Nature

Prakash NagarajanMay 21, 2020

In The Arms of Nature written by: Prakash Nagarajan Gazing alone by a river so calm, Softening rays of a sun yet warm, O, do hear the gentle rive...

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My Hair Eats Everything

Barbara Harris LeonhardMay 16, 2020

My Hair Eats Everything written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard Silver pelage. Static cling Velcro mouth gulping my life. My hair, a pantry of my days. ...

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Kemunto

Daniel GekongeMay 4, 2020

Kemunto written by: Daniel Gekonge @Dan_Gekonge1 I want you to touch me Like the sun does to the trees So that I can shed off every garment I wa...

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Shadow-Dwellers

Melissa Ridley ElmesApril 28, 2020

Shadow-Dwellers written by: Melissa Ridley Elmes @MRidleyElmes Remember that the sun brings shadows that in warmest bright light-filled spaces &n...

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Suncatcher On The Space Station

Robyn MacKinnonApril 26, 2020

Suncatcher On The Space Station written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat multi-universe suncatcher without the sun on the space station NOTE...

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Love Is Immortal

Charlie BottleApril 19, 2020

Love Is Immortal written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle So much of who we are can be said with so little, a four-letter word Love, as rare in...

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Upon Waking In A Pandemic

Christine E. RayApril 14, 2020

Upon Waking In A Pandemic written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 if this be the end of days it is not just the world that has become unrec...

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Easter Song

SpillwordsApril 12, 2020

Easter Song a poem by George Herbert I got me flowers to strew Thy way, I got me boughs off many a tree; But Thou wast up by break of day, And brou...

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All But Love…

Mitch BenselApril 9, 2020

All But Love... written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling blissfully dying inside time is killing me as of late the sun covers me slow the breeze tells me ...

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The Flower and The Sun

Grace McHaleMarch 31, 2020

The Flower and The Sun written by: Grace McHale A daisy stood beside the sea. It looked out across the water and met the sun. “Good morning,” the dai...

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One Kiss

John DrudgeMarch 21, 2020

One Kiss written by: John Drudge When one kiss Is all that matters When the warmth Of skin And the softness Of touch Make time flee From our em...

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Campania Felix

Francesco AbateMarch 15, 2020

Campania Felix written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 C’era una volta la terra del Sole che timido la sera si tuffava nel mare. Dove posso o...

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Throughout Our Dark Minds

LucyMarch 10, 2020

Throughout Our Dark Minds written by: Lucy Amber sunbeams stayed in my dreams; and I recalled whispers throughout our dark minds—autumn when our ey...

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Endless Night

Jesse HighsmithFebruary 27, 2020

Endless Night written by: Jesse Highsmith Down the abyss where no flowers grow, there lights a path through the stinging snow. As I drift through a ...

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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 ...