May 17, 2018
by Colly

(personal photo & poem)
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April 10, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I SEE ME AT THREE
OLD PHOTOS IN SEPIA,
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November 23, 2017
by Colly
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December 20, 2016
by The Cheesesellers Wife
Photos
Moments set in the aspic of a photo
Smiles captured in chemical emulsions
Or the many pixels of light sensitive electronics
Laughter lost in time and space
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August 9, 2015
by Jem Croucher
Watched men on the Spinnaker Tower
Suspended high up in the air
You’ll have to peer hard at the picture
But I can attest to them hanging up there
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May 20, 2015
by Jem Croucher
We’re on a train to London
Six Crouchers and a Jones
We’ve had a cup of coffee
and we’ve charged up all our phones
We’ve eaten all the crisps
and played some guessing games
And when the train passed by the airport
we marvelled at the planes
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May 15, 2015
by Colly

Fairer thy love
to me, oh Lord.
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May 13, 2015
by graypoet

scrapbookmax.com
It wasn’t what I was searching for at the time
When I saw it, I was compelled to look within
Carrying it to the couch, I took a deep breath
To open it, memories would flood once again.
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May 11, 2015
by Colly

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May 10, 2015
by Colly

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January 7, 2014
by Morgan
Especially for All the Mothers today. Happy Mother’s Day~
Listen, Dear, to my Sweetest Words,
And I Shall Cherish Your Every Giggle!
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May 1, 2013
by willowdot21
Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.
But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look
It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul, Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.
She is dancing up and down the flower beds and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.
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