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After All These Years

Norberto Franco Cisneros·January 18, 2022

After All These Years written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros Buddha speaks of Zen Christ speaks of eternity...

Poetry English

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I’m Life

Troy Allen Houston·January 5, 2022

I’m Life written by: Troy Allen Houston I wanted to be happy. Then life slapped me! He...

Poetry English

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Bright

Stuart A. Paterson·December 18, 2021

Bright written by: Stuart A. Paterson @StuartPoet You’re building another Christmas for one, decorating the present with...

12 Days of Christmas English Poetry Christmas Featured Post

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Dear Mom

Sheri M. Stewart·September 2, 2021

Dear Mom written by: Sheri M. Stewart Mom, you were the first to teach me love. Today...

English Poetry

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To The Girl Upstairs in the Small Room

Timothy Resau·August 28, 2021

To The Girl Upstairs in the Small Room written by: Timothy Resau I have listened (now) for...

Compost

Nancy Elliott·May 27, 2021

Compost written by: Nancy Elliott @willowpondworks Twelve years it took to build that heap. Layer upon layer,...

Literature English

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Skin In Winter

Arpan Christy·January 11, 2021

Skin In Winter written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy After getting dried in winter skin gets chapped and...

Poetry English

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Time to Go

Michael Ball·September 21, 2020

Time to Go written by: Michael Ball @whirred I perched for years waiting waiting for you to...

Poetry English

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During Wind and Rain

Spillwords·June 7, 2020

During Wind and Rain a poem by Thomas Hardy They sing their dearest songs– He, she, all...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Kendzior

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)·June 1, 2020

Kendzior written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass) @skyinthegrass Beautiful genius, she hates a fuss. Hard edge, protects a...

Poetry English

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Reconnecting

Ian Fletcher·May 26, 2020

Reconnecting written by: Ian Fletcher It’s come full circle as we meet again reconnecting at long last...

Poetry English

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A Few Years Ago

Safdar Bhatti·April 25, 2020

A Few Years Ago written by: Safdar Bhatti A few years hence an angel he met by...

Poetry English

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OMENA

Victor Fein·April 22, 2020

OMENA written by: Vitcor Fein We met while visiting an art store far north in Michigan. We...

English Literature

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The Life That I Have

Spillwords·April 19, 2020

The Life That I Have a poem by: Leo Marks The life that I have Is all...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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