What waits in store .....by Jude Itakali
What waits in store #poetry
What waits in store .....by Jude Itakali
Living with nature …..by Sadje
Man in his arrogance and ignorance thinks that he has the right to overtake all the resources of the planet they live on.
Deforestation and plundering of water resources have brought us to the brink of severe water shortages and drastic climate change. Who are we kidding, the climate change is already here and is having a huge impact on the population worldwide.
It’s time to try to live with nature with all its glory and beauty. Instead of cutting down dozens of trees to construct your palace, build your home around a tree. Let its branches be the beams that support your ceiling. Let the trunk provide support for the stairwell and let the green oxygen-providing leaves grow in your rooms.
The only issue I can see would be that the insects, birds, and small critters that normally inhabit the tree. They may feel resentful at being displaced from…
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Image Credit: Leyne @ Morguefile.com. Fiona had not sat with her feet up for the longest time, or at least it felt like it. It was the first time that she could relax. Sebastian was playing with his new best friend, Finn, and Lucas… She thought to herself, Lucas was doing whatever it was that […]Sebastian’s … Continue reading Sebastian’s Story – Part 26 – The Envelope — The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston
Sometimes we need new goals, new challenges Sometimes we need to shake things up a bit, Sometimes we need a fresh new start To burn things down and tear them apart, To reconstruct and build a new This kind of thing can be good for you, Sometimes we stagnate and we lose The sense of […]Sometimes … Continue reading Sometimes — fauxcroft
Christmas with Mary Lomax ….. by Michael

Mrs Mary Lomax had a house with a tree growing through it.
Which meant at Christmas she had plenty of opportunity to hang her decorations and create some fascinating light shows.
It wasn’t everyone who could do what she did and that suited her very much as Mary Lomax was not like other people. She lived alone, kept to herself and refused all council directives to remove the trees branches from within her house.
Rather every year or so she renovated her house to accommodate the growing tree.
She anticipated her children would be arriving on Christmas day and there would be the usual round of requests from them to do something about the house. In particular the tree. He eldest daughter complained that in the most recent renovation her mother had moved the wall in her bedroom such that when she went to bed at night her body was…
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Santa Claus #Rhyme ….by Jane Aguiar

Santa Claus came down
and visited my town
danced round and round
stamping feet on the ground!!
My Persian cat
jumped on his hat
the cat is too fat
so in fear he sat!!
The cat dragged her claws
with anger opened jaws
his dance got a pause
everything happens for a cause!!
So Santa requests all of us
to celebrate Christmas
as birth of Jesus
and to welcome the baby Jesus!!
©️ janeaguiar
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Written in response to:
⭐People forgot the meaning of Christmas. They celebrate by dance and dine and not by attending mid night Mass. They don’t pray and welcome baby Jesus. Christmas means the birth of Jesus Christ, the son of God.
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Stay Blessed 💞

The city reverberates a clamor
of chaos, despair and deceit.
It reeks with sins of ungrateful beings,
whose inexorable ways, rives through the heart.
My forlorn soul looks heavenward,
as it lulls itself to a teary slumber.
The chirrups of the birds, usher in dawn.
Radiant, yet tender rays brighten the eastern horizon
awakening the city from the coverlet of grey.
The faraway belfry, chimes across the firmament
unraveling the felicity, a new day brings.
I send out a prayer of gratitude, to the guardian angel,
unseen, yet whose wings of protective love, I feel
embracing my home, city and the world
from the diabolic fetters.
I tether on to that faith, to help me
maneuver my way through the labyrinth,
to overcome each obstacle of life,
armoredwith his benevolent grace.
Recycled Without warning The chilly wind of rejection Blustered Sweeping away a lifetime Of laughter and love Fragments of a life blown apart Jagged and sharp scraping and scratching at unhealed wounds Still leaving their bloody trails Redacted, reused and then recycled Shelf life expired Dispensed without further regard Callously and cruelly cast away Darkness…Recycled — … Continue reading Recycled — Poetry For Healing
Santa’s Christmas ….by Michael

It was quite the dilemma when you consider that here was a guy who had everything and if he didn’t have it he could conjure it up or have the elves put in the long hours required to pull off the impossible.
It was a good thing that Santa was not all that materialistic. He was more your giving type of person so when, as happened each year, he was asked what do YOU want for Christmas he would always feel tongue-tied trying to think of what he might like.
It occurred to him that his needs were not what he got but rather what he gave.
There were so many people out there doing it tough. It had been a hard year for everyone what with the pandemic and the worry of climate change. Even the North Pole was a different place these days, with less snow, more rain…
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