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Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry24 days ago in Poets
Ambiance
Fireplace on screen Crackles in high definition Hands learn irony
By SUEDE the poet24 days ago in Poets
Treading the Break of Dawn
So silently the earth is quaking As daylight pierces the atmosphere The light of dawn is now breaking A fresh new morning will soon appear
By Cheryl E Preston24 days ago in Poets
A New Time Of Hope
Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)24 days ago in Poets
Catch a match
The calm of the fire filling up the brisk air on a starry night sky One could feel quiet desire Building up higher and higher
By Karen Brazee24 days ago in Poets
6 7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡24 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry24 days ago in Poets
YELLOW-PINK VOLTAGE
I am arriving here with a quiet mind and an open heart, letting the day unfold without rushing. This entry is part reflection, part creation, part pulse a small moment to breathe and reconnect. Trusselli Art dedicates this piece of the archive to freedom lovers, & lovers of peace, democracy & equality.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 24 days ago in Poets
So, that was Christmas
Goodbye, Birthdays… Hello, Christmas! That’s how it typically goes in our family. Lounge-room furniture’s shoved aside, out of its cosy nest
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶24 days ago in Poets
A Source of Warmth:
Snow melts on our cheeks Warmth travels from your soft lips Winter steps aside
By Tennessee Garbage25 days ago in Poets
The Source of Warmth:
Winter begs for warmth Your breath flickers with the fire Cold forgets my name
By Tennessee Garbage25 days ago in Poets
The Writers Rider
a whole lot of noise and peace and quiet the silence of a breath held three seconds from a riot - and i’m gonna need a small war
By Bren25 days ago in Poets