Wake up and Smell the Coffee; Poems, Short stories, Bite-size news- old and new .....Because I Have a Voice!
Mox nix the confident smile -you need a rib spreader to read the etchings on a man’s heart Mox nix all that bravado -you must listen to the woeful silence between his breaths to see one that is lost... Continue Reading →
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I have seen wicked priests and honourable thieves I have observed benevolent criminals and bad cops I have experienced kind debt collectors and unfair judges And I have drunk from the cup of gracious friends and cruel relatives It’s not so black and... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine forwarded this poem to me and I thought I'd share...it sure made me laugh! The missus bought a Paperback, down Shepton Mallet way, I had a look inside her bag; ... T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".... Continue Reading →
Rooting around in the basement of the mind brings nothing but misery and pain Buried under old wounds lie bitterness, envy, malice and red rage Stop! Resist! Summon the elevator of your mind and rise ....and rise above that cemetery... Continue Reading →
Like a message in a bottle my truth floats out there.... somewhere never indicating if it will arrive to overtake the lies that applaud me proving once and for all I need not the Queen’s speech to vindicate me ©Vivian... Continue Reading →
I am words arranged in patterns of the universe I am letters jigsawed according to the beat of my pulse I am ink sometimes cool and sometimes flaming I am stories and poems to excite you to provoke you to... Continue Reading →
Every morning is same..same...but different my eyes fly open..quick to embrace joy but only in a moment that hurries by -before the 'busy-ness' of Day bustles in -sweeping me up in its arms making me forget that the day itself... Continue Reading →
I hear silence in the deepest dark as it tip-toes on padded feet carefully stepping around the fractures of my mind not making a sound as it leaves me as quiet as can be ©Vivian Zems (#nonet) Real Toads- Fussy... Continue Reading →
A heart falls on a carpet of thorns hurt and dismayed that the cushion of promises has been so callously replaced It lies there- bleeding from its many wounds. But ....slowly it begins to heal- scar tissue toughening its innards... Continue Reading →
