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Tired

Ximena EscobarMay 10, 2020

Tired written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin I want to be tired, and make you tired, Rest together and breathe a little, How I long to lie like o...

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We Gather Together

David C RussellMay 7, 2020

We Gather Together written by: David C Russell Colonel Daniels adjusted the visor once he was comfortably seated in his car. The winter holiday was ...

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Running Together!

Ger WhiteApril 21, 2020

Running Together! written by: Ger White She raced her dog across the bogs Past mountainous tufts and muddy gaps They’d been running so good and for ...

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Why The World Stopped

AidaApril 20, 2020

Why The World Stopped written by: Aida Positive or not, with killer virus, people must be self-isolated, away from family, friends and loved ones, ...

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Heading Towards The Summit

John BaverstockApril 11, 2020

Heading Towards The Summit written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK We all stood at the bottom, Of a very big mountain, Staring up, at the journey, That we face...

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They Are Still Together

Arpan ChristyJanuary 29, 2020

They Are Still Together written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy I never used to watch a TV series. You also would watch only one series, the one re...

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You, Us, Together

Marshall HughesJanuary 28, 2020

You, Us, Together written by: Marshall Hughes @hughes1marshall The gift. I brush my fingertips across the animal hide, feel the soft, sensual touch ...

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From Joana

Jill Sharon KimmelmanNovember 29, 2019

From Joana written by: Jill Sharon Kimmelman I see you when I close my eyes the way that you appeared in our bedroom the last time we made love Y...

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The Road to Tomorrow

Richard GrahnNovember 25, 2019

The Road to Tomorrow written by: Richard Grahn Here, on the road to tomorrow, footprints drift back into the past. As we turn to learn where we’ve...

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A River City Boy, I Shall Always… Be

Lyle HutchinsonNovember 15, 2019

A River City Boy, I Shall Always... Be written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 City Boy City Boy We be River River Runs through thee. We grow ...

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Allegory of Love

Claude SeguyOctober 1, 2019

Allegory of Love written by: Claude Seguy For me, love is your face, The softness of your arms, The rhythm of your steps, Your heart tender and p...

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Home

Immortal MagpieSeptember 30, 2019

Home written by: Immortal Magpie We sit together, he and I On the faded couch Slouching under a threadbare blanket Shivering in a shabby motel room...

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Chance

Gigi BalitaAugust 23, 2019

Chance written by: Gigi Balita If I have a chance to be loved by any chance I'll take that chance with you. The chance of knowing you lights up ...

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Twin Flame

B. BanxJuly 15, 2019

Twin Flame written by: B. BANX I’ve been met with the deepest desire to simply fathom, how the dulce scent of her french vanilla skin relaxes me, 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 ...