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25 May 2014

A Cold Hard Wyoming Winter by Maryanne Dunne
The Wyoming winter storm has paused. Weakened in it's pursuit, it's fury momentarily subdued. Desiring to overtake the land to plummet it into darkest winter blasting cold, hard snow. ...

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24 May 2014

To be or not to be? by Shannon Barger

Better either than both simultaneously Like Schrodinger's cat Alive and dead (how's that?) Until our observation make The choice to live or life take Shall we open up the door on the spot And let the ...

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23 May 2014

The Skald by Shannon Barger

I am the skald Warriors friend I tell the tales That never end Of battles fought Great blunders won Beneath the stars Or burning sun I sing to sky To God's above Of glories past True tales we love To battle fly With ...

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22 May 2014

I'm Sorry Mother by Shannon Barger
Tears roll down the mother's face Turned to acid they scar and burn Her bones laid bare by ravages of men In their hearts but for money they yearn Her veins have been filled ...

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21 May 2014

The Haunted Castle Part 2
Part Two Dear young Spot, That is what I wish to address first, your age! I am highly flattered that you should take such a vigorous interest in me, but at sixteen years ...

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21 May 2014

History Men by Giselle Marks

Artistically windswept or closely cropped With such arrogance they stare at me Daring me to criticise their vanity. Those men from so long ago Still have such power to sway me To feel their presence ...

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20 May 2014

Mystic Mist by Giselle Marks

Mannanan son of Lir has woven his magic brought the mist The Isle now blanketed, with a single flourish of his wrist No birds cry out in shrouds of bandaging white The sun ...

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19 May 2014

Flowers Talk by Giselle Marks

I knew flowers had a language so today I thought I’d look Mainly so I could get it right when I write a Regency book But I found so much it made ...

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18 May 2014

The Innocence by Regina Puckett

There are moments of pure clarity But thankfully they are such a rarity On these days I see the transparency Of my own weakness and impotency I can see man’s inner soul and being It’s ...

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17 May 2014

Remember Me by Regina Puckett
Life is short and eternity is forever Fame is a useless, hopeless endeavor I’m only a temporary wanderer here Like footprints in the sand, I’ll disappear So I’m reaching out, touching hearts and holding ...

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16 May 2014

Where Are They? by Les Bush

Where are they, people of good heart, compassionate, determined and wise; the "walk through the fires of hell" people who embrace humanity and the seed of good   and great that dwells within us all? They ...

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15 May 2014

Talk To Me by Les Bush
Talk to me, pause a while; breath in the air. A trifle chilly; it's that time of the year. The porch is nice; cluttered, I agree; like the view, it comforts me: houses ...

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14 May 2014

No-one Knows by Les Bush

To whom do these words belong? Mine, yours; people we might never meet? Have no doubt, they have been said before; another time, another place: can never be said enough. ...

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13 May 2014

False Hopes by Farzana Ali

Nothing is worst then the feeling of being held up high Then suddenly dropped down and left behind Like an orphan rejected The mind is now missed placed And that of which was once ...

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12 May 2014

Can you change the wind? by Danny Kemp

Can You Change The Wind? Could You? See yourself as others do. Stand outside, apart from you. Look inside and see your soul. Understand what ...

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11 May 2014

My Dark Mistress by Les Bush

I have always considered myself to be faithful and true to the woman of my life. Please do not scoff. Through fate and choice there have been a few: lover, mother, wife.   I have ...

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10 May 2014

I Saw You Today by Les Bush

I saw you today, as if for the first time; I heard someone else's voice come from your lips, Your penumbra looked darker, faint echoes stirred the air.   The presence of another intruded, strutted ...

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9 May 2014

Happy Mother's Day by Farzana Ali

Happy mother’s day To those women with golden hearts      Loving a child whether or not it’s her own  For a child, her lap, there is no other magnificent throne   Happy mother’s day To those women ...

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8 May 2014

I Miss Those Days by Farzana Ali

I miss those days when I came from school Screaming out your name Searching in every room Just have a glance of your face And to feel your warm embrace   I miss those days when ...

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7 May 2014

A Chorus of Fairies by Regina Puckett
I listened to a beautiful, unsung tune With an open heart one late afternoon Hundreds of vibrant butterflies glided by Like a chorus of fairies falling from the sky Their flights were aided by ...

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6 May 2014

Music of Creation by Les Bush

I hear your voice, a tintinnabulation of silver bells; echo, seductively in my head, and more: a steady pervasive beat; percussive, persistent, hints of darkness, blinding light; building, building:   don't let it stop. You ...

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5 May 2014

Greers Road is Busy by Les Bush

The weather is dull and grey, threatened by a persistent drizzle; I sit in the porch: drinking coffee, smoking a cigarette. Greers Road is busy, a much used thoroughfare: it's noisy. Here I ...

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4 May 2014

Blood and Ink by Les Bush

How should I write the story of my life? Might not be polite to dwell on such strife. How should I write my words? In blood? That is often how it feels. Pin ...

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3 May 2014

Amidst the Ruins by Les Bush

Amidst the ruins, in a flickering half light; shattered ruins, noble ruins: stained in history and blood; did you see me: in grainy black and white, hiding, skulking; flirting with the light?   Dressed in ...