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A Christmas Tree
, Shape Poem The form of this poem uses a word plan that forms the shape of the subject or the poem A Christmas Tree By Paul McCann A Christmas tree...
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An Irish Love
, An Irish Love By Paul McCann There’s nothing as kind or blind than the love of an Irish heart . There’s nothing as sure as Irish love right from...
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- 221 reads
part 2
Mary couldn't help laughing too, the first proper laugh since that Tuesday after school when she had not been allowed to go with Mum, then everyone...
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19.1 Havaru
Arthur Moyler received a wire and not a call. It read that a Maldivian woman was held in detainment by the RAF in Gan for stealing things from the...
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- 321 reads
Lucky Heather
When I was small the worst thing about England was the weather. It's the least of our problems now, as my skin turns to leather. There's plenty of...
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- 241 reads
hiraeth
hiraeth from time to time I wonder about my woman-to-be I'd only have to be in the right place at the right time for our paths to cross I would look...
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A Bedsit View Of Winter
. A Bedsit View Of Winter By Paul Mc Cann Outside the bedsit window the snow is lying thick and fair and a little robin red breast is perched on the...
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- 218 reads
Making Hay For New Years Day
. Making Hay For New Years Day By Paul McCann As the new year is drawing near and the old year's about to leave, If I remember what I forgot,I'll do...
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- 219 reads
Waiting For Her
. Waiting For Her By Paul McCann I’m waiting for her like a prisoner of time, in a room without a door, walking around in circles here, while she’s...
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Fast
I’ll wonder after I walk away, Will I see her again today? Words fill my brain as I think Should I ask her for a drink? Is it too fast? Or far too...
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- 218 reads
A Language of Life
We speak of family of blood & bones and marrow- love at its best generations ago and the experiences of life embedded in their DNA. And I am one...
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18.3 Along with the Birds
Habib and Shakir sat on the bank of rising dunes and white sandy beach, literally in hiding, sheltered in the yellow branches and waxy leaves of...
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- 289 reads
The Ghost of Christmas Present(s)
I couldn't let Christmas pass without a Josiah and Archibald story. In this one,they both give and receive
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The Focussed Day
Focus on love focus on giving focus on joy focus on feasting focus on family and friends and also those drifting – pity and compassion shelter and...
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Oh Dear
Richard was in a bit of a hole. He didn't mind working, but he was always on the dole. He'd looked for a wife, but nobody wanted the role. He liked...
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- 271 reads
Children At Play On Christmas Day
Children At Play On Christmas Day By Paul McCann It was Christmas day and off we went. on pogo sticks with our knees half bent ready to hop and off...
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- 286 reads
Wild Flowers In The Grout
. Wild Flowers In The Grout By Paul Mc Cann Around the rocks and in the cracks it flowers every year The wild birds must drop some seeds and new...
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She Always Waked Away
. She Always Walked Away By Paul McCann I always saw her as she walked away , as if she knew where she had to go, then after a while , she would...
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Salt Shaker
Daisy, a middle-aged waitress with her name embroidered in cursive on her uniform, paused in the middle of filling the diner’s salt shakers to...
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- 556 reads