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First Sight

suze_speaksFebruary 26, 2020

First Sight written by: Suze_Speaks She looked up as she saw him enter the room. In reality, it was more a feeling than anything else. Handsome, w...

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Walking

Henry BladonFebruary 20, 2020

Walking written by: Henry Bladon In my happy memories, we walk towards the pond in the misty air, we walk into the meadow and through th...

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Magdalena

Massimiliano (Max) BianchiJanuary 26, 2020

Magdalena written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 You bear the name Of forgiveness and temptation No stones were cast And I won’t be the ...

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She’s Walking In The Art Gallery

Magdalena PodobińskaJanuary 14, 2020

She's Walking In The Art Gallery written by: Magdalena Podobińska She’s walking in the art gallery Trying to keep her head up And a straight ba...

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Winter

BogpanDecember 16, 2019

*** (Winter) written by: Bogpan @panbog2 pigeons bristled up I am walking in from the terrace now here we are me pine tree and pigeons and Chri...

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Fremont Street Nevada

Glynn SinclareDecember 6, 2019

Fremont Street Nevada written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I walked Fremont Street, three days while the world passed me by. A constant barrage,...

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The Trees

Maria Dulce Leitao ReisNovember 15, 2019

The Trees written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis The road where I’m walking Is full of trees Backwards stay the trees Of Despair, Misfortune, Pain ...

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Quiet Time

Michael NattOctober 6, 2019

Quiet Time written by: Michael Natt This Saturday began like all others. Today though was my annual 10-mile trek around the three Minneapolis Lakes ...

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In To The Light

Robyn MacKinnonOctober 6, 2019

In To The Light written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat I’m all alone when Walking back in to the light YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ...

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Gotham and Batman

Arpan ChristyAugust 12, 2019

Gotham and Batman written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy On a busy crossroad when the signal turns red, by knocking an action figure of the “Batman...

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Death Song

Yasmin HemmatMay 9, 2019

Death Song written by: Yasmin Hemmat Dying lights were flickering at night. Walking along the serpentine road, I heard the howling under the moonl...

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Democracy

Ricky HawthorneApril 23, 2019

Democracy written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames I hear him breaking in Carelessly Dismantling the window frame Fearlessly Knowing I am aware of...

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Snow Day 6.2.19

Denise D'SouzaFebruary 22, 2019

Snow Day 6.2.19 written by: Denise D'Souza She, giggling, slipping, grabs tight her partner’s arm, Who hugs her closer to him, keeping her from har...

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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 ...