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Testing A Twisted Theory

Sue Marie St. LeeMay 24, 2020

Testing A Twisted Theory written by: Sue Marie St. Lee “Honey, can you help me with something, please?” I asked Hubby, who was making himself a snac...

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When You’re Gone

L.M.GiannoneJanuary 20, 2020

When You're Gone written by: L.M. Giannone @LISAGNO You were but a bud that once blossomed now wilting in my hands like a dried up, dead rose in t...

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Dreamland

Jack Wolfe FrostMay 29, 2019

Dreamland written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Drowning in dreamland dry riverbed of wails, Twisted blue waters in the desert of sad tales,...

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Fake News Generational Genocide

SMilesJanuary 29, 2018

Fake News Generational Genocide written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 I hear greed in the rhetoric, emanating from mouths of the elected promoting sel...

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Twisted

Robbie PruittApril 26, 2017

Twisted written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt Twisted in barbs mangled in trees I'm on my knees hindered breath I cannot breathe tangled in ba...

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Twisted

Anne GJuly 16, 2016

Twisted a poem by Anne G @TheInkTruth Twisted and gnarled trunk deformed stooped and bent the walking dead Lifeless eyes heart of stone motionl...

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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 ...