As I pull on my doubts as if adjusting the hem of my skirt I am sure of only one thing It’s not more money I require It’s not for fame I sing It’s not for more friends to acquire... Continue Reading →
I aim to shatter the illusion of the quality of money’s embrace -no matter its finesse Even as a masterful lover it has no empathy for your cri de coeur -its catalogue littered with broken hearts ...marked by the brevity... Continue Reading →
Why, oh why do we persist on poems that love insists? I tire of 'whispering names' on the edge of 'soaring winds' Or 'gentle sighs of the heart' at the mention of 'names' There is this harsh reality -that love... Continue Reading →
He gazed at his account balance grinning from ear to ear his money had grown year upon year It was so much it was going to be great spending it all to ease his pain It calmed him so this... Continue Reading →
"Money, love and happiness reside separately in harmony". ©Vivian Zems (#American sentence- 17 syllables across)
On 3 April 2016, Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe (a British-Iranian dual citizen) was arrested at the Imam Khomeini Airport (Iran) as she and daughter were about to board a flight back to the UK after a family holiday. She was sentenced to five years imprisonment for allegedly plotting to... Continue Reading →
Would you still love me If I had no money If I had no means Would you still love me If there was no gain If all I had to offer Was my misery and pain My heart muses Heavy... Continue Reading →
Wouldn't it be wonderful to live in a perfect world? I'm cutting my teeth on an acrostic poem depicting the word; Utopia- with some ideas. Unending cash flow Tests you already know Open hearts Presents in carts Inner peace And... Continue Reading →
Money It's become His ultimate weapon If he offers it Run! (An Elfje Poem) Copyright © 2017 -Vivian Zems
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