Poem

Broken Heartsong

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The Face At The Window

The Face At The Window By Paul McCann Opposite our house there was a woman who sat at the window all day. I would always see her everyday when I went...
Cherry

Nursery Writes

There, I feel better now... Not for the easily offended. Image canva.com
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Ignite Like a Fading Star

Ignite Like a Fading Star The instinct to endure, while witnessing the fading crescent, radiance light. Flicker and flame like a farewell candle. An...

Street Football

Street Football By Paul McCann’ Without the word of a lie, I’ll tell ye there was something there. it was just magic , the way we played our street...
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My Favourite Day

I missed last weeks IP, but having read Rhiannon's it inspired me to jot a few lines relating to Winnie the Pooh, along with Mullah Nasruddin one of the great wise fools.
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Our Community ( Edit )

It's terrible when so much, Pain, fear and destruction Lies along our bruised streets. The ones we walk along with Our tired, blind feet. So it's...
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Steadfast Determination

I can't be doing with all these arts and farts. I've been single-minded since horse and carts. Shooting for the stars like a stream of darts. Leaving...