My mother is the lady sitting on the left, this was taken while she was expecting me. Colouring and sharpening by Copilot Ai My mother died when I was 4 days old; this poem is to mark her passing in the early 1950s.12th to 16th of February I was four days oldwhen the world shifted.A …
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Share one of the best gifts you've ever received. Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com I am stretching this prompt from ' Share the best gift,' to the 'share the best 9 gifts.' Firstly, there is my wonderful wife. How she puts up with me is something that amazes all our friends. She is loving …
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This poem is quite weird, it started out as a secular example of today's society then turned into a gospel warning of things to come... February 2025 Love has lost its lustre, lust however shines. Romance may not quite be dead, but we can see the signs Gratification is what they seek, To ply the …
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“You know, it’s all quite splendid,” Said the old man dressed in red, “It’s splendid, splendid, splendid,” He shouted from his sled. “That Christmas time should come again Like clockwork every year. So, I bring you all glad tidings Good wishes and great cheer. Enjoy yourselves, my little flock Good food, good wine and beer. …
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A Song for Advent. In the quiet of December nights, Candles flicker, soft and bright, Whispers of the ancient story, Of a promise, of a light. Advent bells are ringing, Hope and peace they are bringing, Hearts are eagerly waiting, For the love that’s dawning soon. Stars are gleaming in the sky, Guiding us to …
