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Panacea

It's Day 10 of National Poetry Month, and I've attempted a Chaucerian stanza. It's always a little tricky trying to get a message across whilst keeping to ‘rhyme rules’. So, just in case this gets lost in translation, this poem... Continue Reading →

Where Growth Happens

Is there beauty in suffering? Is there greatness at the end of pain? Great men and women tell stories of having emerged from the fire. I find myself travelling the same road-but not by choice. These men and women grew... Continue Reading →

Our Consensus

Is it an aberration that sacrifice and pain are better escorts to destiny than happiness? Is it risqué to bottle toxicity-fermenting it to sweet wine? I gladly join the avant-garde ...turning social norms on their heads Our consensus is this:... Continue Reading →

Greatness

Our minds tell us to stay where we are ..not to rock the boat to ignore that mountain but there’s the other half of it ...words we hear only in the darkroom telling us to detest mediocrity to embrace and... Continue Reading →

My Stairway

I look up and can envision my goal I take one step, then another up this stairway of 'success' worth every blood tear behind me-defeat lifting my head taking stairs upwards  Up ©Vivian Zems (#Nonet) Real Toads ~ Stairs

Sacrifice

Falling in love- not for the faint-hearted - even from afar  Leaves you exposed - even from afar The shield of your heart, laid on the floor Vulnerable heart on show - even from afar Trust is such a risk... Continue Reading →

Terrorist or Freedom Fighter?

The battle rages on People taking sides Being put upon To join the fracas To join the tide Relieved to be left alone Only a short respite Despite the fight Right or wrong Weak or strong This battle is of... Continue Reading →

Message in a Bottle

She put a message in a Bottle Sent it out to sea The message was about him It's contents only For his eyes to see The message read thus: "Thank you for sharing  Your life with me Thank you for... Continue Reading →

Mine – All Mine

Working long hours Tired as sin  What can he do? Where has he been? He makes time For family and friends  24/7  Always available  Not enough time But time he lends Lauded for his charity Appreciated  For his clarity He's... Continue Reading →

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