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Smell The Coffee

Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!

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Silence is Golden

a placid lake the sun unzips without sound ©Vivian Zems Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM-Silence is Golden

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When wrath wraps it's knuckles around the butt of knife do we raise our voices or do we keep silent? When wrath cocks its finger on a guns trigger, do we wail in anger or do we keep silent? Let's ... Continue Reading →

Kisses and Blows

A view of the ocean reminds me of relationships  I watch the rocks either  being kissed by the waters ever so gently again and again Or the rocks being pounded  into a form of submission  by an insistent ocean ever... Continue Reading →

Self-Control

This is how I feel when overwhelmed with hunger I cradle my food Inhaling its luscious scent kissing and caressing it Stretching this moment keeping my chow nice and warm Please, do not judge me If this meal were your... Continue Reading →

Throes of Passion

If it doesn't whisper in your dreams waking you up with a racing heart it's not your passion If it doesn't make you burn the midnight oil creating more time out of the ether It's not your passion If it... Continue Reading →

Another Wakeful Night

What do I see in my bed? little worries gathered by my head they cloud on pillows their groans- eerie billows determined to fill me with dread I plead for all to leave Alas, unto me they cleave determined to... Continue Reading →

Night’s Stage

  [...] "There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon."[...]  Matsuo Basho night sets the stage between moon and spring flower a spread of beauty Carpe... Continue Reading →

Mindful

This journey of self-discovery isn't all it's cracked up to be Though my mind finds precious gems of me my heart speaks a different language entirely It speaks rubbish, as far as I can glean, so I move to my... Continue Reading →

One Life

  You get but one life to gird your loins with fire You get but one chance to catch that pendulum swing as you smooth that perfect dream ©Vivian Zems Colleen's Tanka Challenge- gather/soft-synonyms only

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