Richard L. Provencher
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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Story | ROSE BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Story | GOOD NEIGHBOUR PAULINE - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | SOLDIER BOYS IN AFRICA - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | ETHIOPIA OF MY SOUL - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 2 weeks ago |
| Story | NEFU DESERT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | WHEN THE LION ROARS - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | WHEN AN AUNT DIES - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | ON GREEN BAY, NEW BRUNSWICK - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | FIRST LIGHT - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | THIS EARTH - poem | Richard L. Prov... | 1 | 18 years 3 weeks ago |
| Story | Little Runner Boy | def-soul | 1 | 18 years 1 month ago |
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The Long Road Home
begins with a little boy and his dog Prince both skipping along a gravel road. Cars are few -- money is a dream and allowances unknown. Life is...
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I WAS BORN
in a place where we had no voice-- that was the rule of law poor vs the rich and powerful only way to overcome speak out and show your badge of...
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Let Me In
I want to touch your bruises and the way we felt last night. No questions just memories of the time you read my own pain.
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A Poem for Eleanor
She’s a precious lady this dear one with many nursing home friends who love her. Their chats joining laughter in a gallop along the hallways. Pals...
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This Older Man
sought comfort in those evening colours. Like a bowl of mom’s porridge the sky rippled across his view saluting the end of another worthwhile day...
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