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The Pope

There he is laying in his box of wood and lead he led a good life i think I am sure he had to make sacrifices to be a pope what is a pope a man of...

Is God there?

Running, running, running away … from God? Why? … or condemn, complain about this non-existant One …

Between Us And Them And Me And you

Between Us And Them And Me And you By Paul McCann When the troubles began , it was clear to see the beautiful Belfast we once knew had disappeared ...

Why Is Jesus the Only Way to God?

Why do Christians believe that Jesus is the only way to God? In our multicultural society this sounds arrogant. Surely Muslims, Hindus and Jews have...

A Place Called Om

A Place Called Om By Paul McCann In a distant place and time , one of the first tribes who walked upon the earth were known as the Uhhones . They...
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The Patrolman - 19

Two blocks from Carmelita Sabella's apartment, the radio crackled.

The Journey Of Composing A Song

The Journey Of Composing A Song By Paul McCann 1 - From A Word To A Song For all the great moments of time we often are able to reflect back through...
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Long Grief

No one talks about the many times you’ll rub your fingers over a half scribbled postcard and feel a lump in your throat. Or whisper ‘Happy Birthday’...

Universal Poetic forms

Haiku Telescope observes Binary stars pirouette In eternal dance --------------------------- Sonnet Gas particles in fatal attraction Gathering...
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I am the stillness

I am, not in the way fire roars, but in the hush between storms. I am the breath the forest holds before the wind remembers how to move. They rush,...
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Woof over my head

Dusk falls Moon wanes Gathering clouds Familiar lanes A storm is brewing as I near Trepidation rising, to slight fear Love left here, it went to hell...
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Vancouver-city of adventurers. Ch.# XXVI. Craftsmen from afar.

Vancouver- city of adventurers Chapter # XXVI Craftsmen from afar The week started normally enough. The pace of work had slowed on the construction...

​The Village People

The Village People By Paul McCann In the little village thousands of houses lined both sides of the streets and back entries were littered with...
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Why Me?

What have I done to deserve this? First you bundled me in the car and took me to that dreaded place where every year the nice lady sticks needles in...
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On the Hill, Abberley

17/4/25 Tall tree trunks, branches high beginning to green – fresh bright green of newly bursting, and emerged leaves, some lower bushes, floor of...
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Burma under occupation

In April 1942, my uncle Eddie was seven years old. His father, my grandfather Archibald, was the superintendent of stores with the Burma Oil Company...

God awful song

Oh I sitting in my chair looking back at my life bills and pills pile high on the table what happen to my life the winter coming soon I just stay in...

On Hell’s Doorstep

On Hell’s Doorstep By Paul McCann Do you know how it feels at the doorstep of Hell with nowhere else to go . It‘s too late to go back, too soon to go...

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