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Keeper of the House

keeper of the house,
the toilet sparkler,
the bowl pristine
inside and out ready
to be esteemed.
the sink’s polished white,
the grime and dust, binned.
the shower, scoured,
rinsed, repeat.
repétér, Sam,
i’m not a slave.
‘tis an honor.

Love

‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.’
- Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
	
While we’re in the vertiginous first throws 	
of being in love, Cupid across bows
fired seemingly randomly, finding rows
of fertile soil for life’s troubles—pain mows.	

People eager to throw caution to t’ wind,
immersed in the unknown, they often sinned.
The hasty promises will be rescind;
impossible dreams reluctantly binned.

There’s no more excruciating pain, true,
than unrequited love—it leaves us blue.
Mesmerised by couples seemingly through
mutual understanding: trust accrue.

We’ve been loved; given freely of our love.
We are rich beyond measure and above.

Basket Case

A waste paper basket, a trash can, a bin
Whatever you call it, some things won’t stay in
The things that you write
Long into the night
May make, when discarded… one hell of a din

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Don’t write by moonlight at midnight
Do not trash your tale late at night
For powers unseen
And terribly mean
May use it to give you a fright

I know, for it happened to me
I tell for I need you to see
I binned every word
And later I heard
A screech of malevolent glee

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I lie wide awake in my bed
My discarded verse in my head
I tiptoe downstairs
With prickling neck hairs
For something smells like it’s long dead

A full moon sheds just enough light
In the room where I sit down to write
But somehow I know
It won’t let me go
This thing I created tonight

It lives for it never can die
I think I now understand why
I wrote about strife
My words gave it life
And you can’t kill words, though you try

The waste paper basket taunts me
It’s dark in the room but I see
A claw on its rim
My thoughts turn to Grimm
It mutters my name… and I flee

The Cherry Sun and I

In skies of blue, oh what a sight!
The cherry sun hung very bright,
my eyes closed basking in its light,
my cheeks burned from its fiery bite.

Its hot rays wrapped me from behind.
Soaked in sweat, our bodies aligned,
and our spirits were now entwined.
In its warm arms, I was spelled binned.

In abruptness, the heavens cried.
Dejected, I heavily sighed,
watching the dark clouds be a guide,
leading the sun away to hide.

Bidding farewell, I left its sight,
before the day turned into night.

Head

Get me out of my head, it's getting tight and cramped in here 
A sought solution for remorse and unexplainable fear. 
Thoughts interwoven with sadness come to the fore 
As the brain tries to compute this near impossible chore. 
Hope and exuberance, wastefully binned
Like a snowball in hell or a Candle in the Wind. 

Get me out of my head, for its not the place I want to be 
Desire for a one-way ticket to a floating rock in the sea. 
Try as you may to find some solution,
Alas, in vain, due to the mind's pollution. 
Years of mental neglect with the ignorance of knowledge. 
Instead your convinced of your own cut off college. 

Get me out of my head, I no longer like the company. 
A free house for post-traumatic events to subtly sneak up on me. 
Let's see what tomorrow brings, for it can be no worse. 
Let's look for redemption whilst entering the final verse. 
For it's you and you alone that can remove that impending dread. 
By calmly and gracefully removing yourself from your head.

Rising From the Storms of Life

All our lives have many a storm
such is its effect whatever the wind
we are blown away by its force
as one seeks the storm to be binned

Accepting storms is part of life
learn well how you overcome
be patient waiting it is time
hang in there to beat your drum

These storms are external and internal
but no matter what they're full of force
it's no little wind upon our sails
indeed its power comes from another source

In beating these storms of power
there's a need to find truth divine
so to combat this elusive enemy
be constantly in prayer is your sure sign

Be looking up to your sovereign God
speaking with Jesus the sure true hope
this one who did rise from the dead
offers life eternal to grasp His heavenly rope

One-Out One-In To Do

One-Out One-in To Do

Too much to do?
Much more than few?
Only add one in
When one out binned.

Slow Down

Slow down!  by Viv Wigley


The first week of September,
still no sign of Halloween,
a shop window full of Christmas cards
the second I have seen.
By the time my Pumpkin's binned and
fake spider on its last legs,
the shops will all have tinsel and
a stack of Easter eggs.
New year brings Summer holidays,
and brochures through my door,
Burns night there's bonfire toffee,
it's almost ten months before.
I'm getting on in years a tad,
my pace of life will slow,
retailers make the years flash by
as fast as it can go.
I'm hoping I've a few more years
before my life goes down the pan,
Oh,no- I'm only sixty-two,
here's ANOTHER funeral plan!

The Last Chance

The Last Chance was like a gunshot,
A Digger who met Artemisia almost like nought,
It moved, it flowed,
It conquered the lands of Romans
Binned with a flick of a finger in a sentence
Tapped on a tip of her tongue with no repentance.
The mistral covered the distance
All the way to the Viking lands
The booze? Nothing to choose,
The words like amadou ignited fires
In her eyes behind mystery and glasses,
She easily outclasses
Many and all, - masses.
The chatter like on a billiard-table
Rippled the imagination
Abundance of inspiration, the time did not matter,
It flattered,
It enhanced,
He has not glanced
But looked through the darkened cover
Aiming for the eyes,
The highest prize,
Lean, intense and moral
The moment captured, smile almost floral!
Fain to go, both were freely,
Fair skin, youthful and natural
Whence it comes, whence it always come?
Hope is from the heart,
Thrown to fly on a Cupid’s dart!

Long Winded

I wrote a poem,
it was long winded,
but I'm posting this one,
because I binned it,
and as it went,
it was an accident,
and with the bin full of goo,
save that poem I wouldn't do.

Summertime - Haikai - Haiku

dawn a flash of light
summer sun escaped the clouds
a blink in time

sparrows twittering
fledgelings begging to be fed
a watchful cat

warm westerly breeze
consolation for no sun
the warmth factor

summertime blinked
one-day last year a Monday
July the tenth

suntanned my body
fake news in a bottle
binned sunglasses

its summer time
no nature is lying
hush pretty baby

my apple tree
has yet to bloom and produce
summertime blues

Imperfect

The Bible says we are all made in God's image,
in every way we're a match,
so why can't I reach part of my shoulder blades
from above or below for a scratch?
The Good Lord resides in the Heavens above,
perfection, where nothing can fail,
so why can't I lift my foot up far enough
on my other leg to clip my nails?
 God is immaculate, he stands incorrupt,
in all aspects nothing he lacks,
so why is my fingertip just that bit short
when I'm clearing my earhole of wax?
Is it because Adam and Eve were perfect until
they disobeyed God and they sinned,
and everyone born after that had their faults,
the original model God binned?
And that is why though we are all sinners now
because of the choices they made,
the Good Lord had mercy, invented the spoon
so that I can reach my shoulder blade.

Reflect

We can play mind games and race through time
Chase down infinity and dance on the line

A time comes when we all just have to stop and stare
See reality full on with it's all-encompassing glare

Do we offer ourselves to the wind?
Or do we subdue to the fate of the binned?

Trapped in our own minds with no chance of escape
Do we know who we are by realising all our mistakes?

Do we cling to one thing or one person most?
Do we stand in a line and accept the mundane fate of our soul's host?

Do we ever realise exactly what we are?
Do we see our true selves only when we've gone way too far?

Piggy Piggy Piggy

Hey little piggy who's your real master?
You can't catch me my minds faster!
Just obey what they taught and no real thinking
The peoples rights are surly shrinking.
You fail to see the bigger plan
With fines and illegal arrests, just because you can.
You've become money grabbing whores
No better than a bailiff, kicking in peoples doors.

Protect and serve as gone with the wind
Your oath has been binned.
You don't even listen to your laws 
You think its for some higher cause.
Its no longer about protecting the people
You're not a Sheppard, just another sheeple.
We can't walk the streets without being harassed
You think we have to tell "just because you asked".
It's not my job to be nice and respectful to you
I refuse! Until you stop working for the few.

It's time you did something that will matter to all
Arrest the elite and make Babylon fall.
To stop these people you have the power
We'll stand with you, so you never cower.
It's time you learned what's wrong and what's right
Only an unjust system the people would fight.
A system that works for only those at the top
It needs to change, the Banksters you need to stop.

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