Merope of the Ravens 12 gifts us with this powerful short poem. Please, read on…


The tragic tale of the fondant snail

Robbie Cheadle delights us with a children’s poem. Please, read on…

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The brown fondant snail suffered a terrible fate,

It happened last night, not very late.


It wasn’t the cat, giving him a lick,

and making him look quite pale and sick.


It wasn’t the Hamstah’s over for the evening,

and having a snack before suddenly leaving.


No, it was Silly Willy, who thought for a lark,

he’d jump on the photography table in the dark.


The snail, under his bottom, was squashed quite flat,

and resembled something like a paint splat.


Poor little Willy was quite distraught,

His Mom’s hard work had come to naught.


He silently slunk off and climbed into his bed,

Where he sorrowfully confessed while blushing red.


And that, dear friends, is the end of this tale,

About the tragic demise of the fondant snail.


by Robbie Cheadle

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author…

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Dewin Nefol gifts us with a delightful narrative poem that is rich in imagery and rhyme. This is a treat to savor! Please, read on…

~ The Wizard of Wands ~ Jake’s Journal ~

~ Vixen ~ By ~ Jake Sweeny ~


Beneath a thick lick of balmy soup

I am reflecting in a moonbeam.

As I lie I try recalling lost lines,

Spoken earlier before this dream…


“So far solar to go,” I said,

“She never ceases her glide.”

“Upon great wings she flies in crystal skies

always travelling so far and wide.”


“An elevated flight,” added Master Scribe,

“One always flying into the Sun.”

“Only Eagles dare stare at Heaven’s flare,

without ever being undone.”


Selene presses her gaze infuses her haze,

Entices me into her trance.

And here I stay with my eyes all glazed,

My mind enchanted by romance.


When by my side a dark shadow I spied,

a flick of slick suddenly dive and dart.

Still lost in a dream I follow the gleam

with a rising pulse…

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“Glimpses Across The Barricades” #Poetry in progress. ‘In Dreams of A Perfect World’ by Suzanne Burke.

Author and poet Suzanne Burke gifts us with another poetic gem born of her life experiences, blooming in her heart, and emanating from her soul. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Welcome to ‘Glimpses Across the Barricades’ This poem was included in the epilogue of my book “Faint Echoes of Laughter”.

In A  Perfect World


Suzanne Burke

Dreams of aperfect world image

As I lay snugly warm and safe
Within my families womb
My heart begins a slow sad ache
For another child will cry tonight
Another child will die tonight
What was once their home
will become their tomb

Anger tears me as I read
The desperate plead of a child in need
How can we continue to ignore
The deafening cries from every land?
Can the balance be restored or
Are we so desensitized to pain
That we can’t give
Without thought of gain

If I had but one wish to make
Then that wish would surely be
That when my own sweet child has grown,
and if fate so decrees

I’ll hold her own children on my knee
And when I lay them…

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💕 THE HEART’S LULLABY 💕 It’s #BookRelease Day! #RRBC #IARTG

Canadian poet, Natalie Ducey, is celebrating the release of her new poetry collection “The Heart’s Lullaby” – Please, read on, and then join me in that incredibly long line at Amazon to get your copy!

Today, I’m so thrilled to release my second book of poetry, The Heart’s Lullaby.

It is currently available in eBook format via Amazon, Kobo, Indigo/Chapters, Barnes and Noble, and iTunes. The paperback will be available in July. I’m pretty much in a constant state of excitement. My current excitement to nervous ratio is holding steady at 70:30.

This has been such an incredible journey. When I published my first book, The Heart’s Journey Home in 2015, I didn’t have a website, Twitter handle, Facebook page, or Google+ and Pinterest profiles. I entered the world of social media and everything changed. I connected with so many amazingly talented, incredibly supportive authors, that I’m now humbled to call dear friends. Thank you to everyone, old friends and new, for you are a part of this exquisite journey.

To my family, thank you for your love, support, and encouragement as I delve…

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My man babies – a poem

Robbie Cheadle, author, baker, blogger, mother, and wife has gifted us with a delightful poem about the three men in her life. Please, read on…

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I have three man babies,

All of whom I adore.

‘Though each day without fail,

I retrieve their undies from the floor.

I wish I too could see,

The tiny legs on their dishes.

To watch them walk to the kitchen,

Is one of my wishes.

The button on the dishwasher,

That automatically unpacks and restacks,

I wish I too could find it,

So I could sit down and relax.

The books, they think, jump up,

Stacking themselves in a neat row.

The day I see that happen,

In Johannesburg it will snow.

Although they never see,

The most obvious of needs,

They’ll help out in force,

If you plant a strategic seed.

by Robbie Cheadle

Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town (coming soon)

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‘Glimpses Across The Barricades’ Poetry in progress. “And The Music Plays On.”

Suzanne Burke gifts us with another poem reflecting upon music in her life and in ours. Please, read on…

Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.

Thank you for being here, as I share my Glimpses Across The Barricades of life. Poems written long ago, and poems of life yet to be lived.

Glimpses Across The Barricades.

MUSIC OF LIFEAnd the Music Plays on.

By Suzanne Burke.


Oh, how those melodies linger,

stroking our souls with soft fingers.

Refrains of the journeys we’ve taken

and the people we’ve known.


Lyrics haunting and taunting

Caught on the wind

Oft’ bringing sweet sadness

Of things that our memory will not rescind.


Anthems of times of upheaval

When the world lost its way,

Sung by those that stood witness

On far distant shores.


Songs of love, and of laughter

Songs calloused with pain

All linger in memory

As we dance in the rain.


The last song not yet written

That last post un-played

As we come unbidden

To our safe place in life’s shade.



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