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Falling …. And Rising

. "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." -Nelson Mandela Though the graveyards are full and the city dumps are full and my mind is so full that thoughts cause... Continue Reading →

Find Yourself

This is a style of poetry after the poet, Wendy Cope from  ‘The Uncertainty of the Poet’. It was strange to do, but interesting.   Only when you find yourself   do you begin to grow Only when you grow do... Continue Reading →

Her Way

Nerve- muscle- bone and sinew bow in submission Even her shadow keeps a respectful distance as they watch her ink scrawl stories over the  tapestry of  willing skin -spilling its excess drop..by…drop unto a hungry page © Vivian Zems Image:... Continue Reading →

Winter Games

Laughter and snuggles Under warm blankets we dive -playing hide and seek skin to skin cheek to cheek kisses for warmth  The scent of your skin is the only tongue  I care to speak  ©Vivian Zems Real Toads-Scent 

Mastering My Soul

Flashback to when fear was the monster under my bed -when it was only in my head It grew with me blocking all I could see while I stumbled from failure to failure from self-doubt to despair -believing it was... Continue Reading →

Autumn Breath

I watch your profile as your eyes gleam in the light creating a shower of sparks around you The moon creates a beautiful halo that surrounds you making you look like you’ve been touched by God himself You ask me-... Continue Reading →

Throne of Lies

You sit on your throne surrounded by admirers who hang onto every droplet of spit from your mouth .....unaware of the poison in them They drink greedily -as you slowly kill them with your lies They die bowing to you... Continue Reading →

On Our Knees

Let’s pray the prayer that never ceases Let’s bend the knee and bow our heads Let’s ignore the naysayers and place our destinies in your mouths Let’s remove the finery from our words Let’s strip naked - the intentions of... Continue Reading →

The Pilgrim Poet’s Progress

On the way to purpose is a road paved with plans -with potholes of mistakes and puddles of complication And just to add some spice.... are a myriad of land mines that are guaranteed to blow up your life But... Continue Reading →

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