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There She Is

Magdalena PodobińskaMay 21, 2020

There She Is written by: Magdalena Podobińska So there she is Standing in the rain All wet It seems like she doesn’t care anymore I open the ...

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The New Normal

Bruce LevineMay 14, 2020

The New Normal written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 The new normal A fork in the road Patterns dismembered Disemboweled entities Parades of no...

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Hope

Tori StambaughMay 14, 2020

Hope written by: Tori Stambaugh hope is the best liar you’ll ever meet, it builds you up before pulling the rug out from under your fe...

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Bring On The Clowns!

Donna AfricaMay 13, 2020

Bring On The Clowns! written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica Down, down, down Coming, around, around Where are the clowns Now, now, now? Life bring...

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The Train To Vienna

Gabriela MApril 11, 2020

The Train To Vienna written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 let’s take the train and go to Vienna rent a room for a night and then waltz in your arms t...

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Isolation

prikcab (Ian Perlman)April 5, 2020

Isolation written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) as distances lay immeasurable as silence sounds deafening turn down the noise that muffles the feel ou...

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Sins of Thy Beloved

Fallen EngelApril 2, 2020

Sins of Thy Beloved written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Black candle wax drips down your chest Henna runes hang around your neck how my decadent ...

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Broken Poet

Edwin Olu BestmanMarch 27, 2020

Broken Poet written by: Edwin Olu Bestman Silence is golden Mind is traveling and rolling Heart secures with pains and trouble While society wraps ...

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Starin’ At The Bottle

Will ThomasMarch 6, 2020

Starin' At The Bottle written by: Will Thomas I’m starin' at this bottle. My thoughts are filled with fear. Teardrops land upon my glass. Wishin' y...

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Awakening

Jazmyn BenjaminMarch 2, 2020

Awakening written by: Jazmyn Benjamin Being with you was reality so new, but I didn't even have a clue. I ignored the signs but only if I would have...

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Silence!

Adriana MorganFebruary 29, 2020

Silence! written by: Adriana Morgan @Adriana39863076 Silence! I said. But she kept talking about her problems, her hopes... I couldn't care less f...

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The Veil of Happiness

Ximena EscobarFebruary 22, 2020

The Veil of Happiness written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin the water veiling her gaze was home, not sadness, a Sea of Transparency, a throne, a ...

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My Closure Song

R William StandishFebruary 21, 2020

My Closure Song written by: R William Standish Take a look at where you stand, take a look at the life at hand, take a look at how it began, how is mu...

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Salt In The Wound

C. Louise WilliamsFebruary 17, 2020

Salt In The Wound written by: C. Louise Williams @akaCLouise I remembered you sitting beneath me shining smiles up at me, my neck your mouth met ...

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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 ...