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A Walk in the Park

Pain is part of life. It’s a necessary evil- helping us grow in wisdom and strength. How often do we wish to avoid difficulties- wrapping them in cotton wool or avoiding them altogether? This poem is a reflection of such... Continue Reading →


O heart, prepare!

Passing through life’s clouds that part for me I ready my feet for bravery When words are gone but leave long shadows ….for all to see… my heart skips, and saunters readying herself for victory ©Vivian Zems

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The Kind Of Love I Want.

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I want a love that’s terrifying and soothing at the same time,

A love that greets you good morning the moment you open your eyes.

A love that kisses your face like sun rays.

A love that keeps you warm like how coffee does to your system, warm yet awakens you.
A love that makes you chill like a cold shower, freezes your mind so you can’t think straight.
A love that lets you feel adorable like when you hug your new clothes.
A love that protects you like umbrella in the rain.
A love that takes you to places.
A love that calms your anxiety.
A love that touches your soul like a hand in your hair.
A love that wipes your tears.
A love that teaches you that loving is not hard even if it’s complicated.
A love that shelters you.
A love that’s so passionate.
A love…

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Still Moon

A single moon remains still as the day tries to undo the night and the night tries to lift the ocean while the ocean beats the rocks and the rocks skewer the earth who tries to hold herself together ©Vivian... Continue Reading →

Where Did ‘Good’ Go?

I only have to pick any news snippet nowadays to read an article that makes my blood boil. It sometimes seems as though the world has lost its head! Here's a cherita poem to reflect my thoughts: When the aroma... Continue Reading →

Well-made Beds

“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.”  ― Allen Ginsberg if beds are made with more care... Continue Reading →


if perfume had an emotion it would be a violent silence evoking quantum leaps into far-off memories raking over histories with a voice of unfading notes and a presence that may cloy or dim yet, never ever leaves ©Vivian Zems... Continue Reading →

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