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Relationships

In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.

Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.

Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.

Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Form: Epic


Premium Member Oh my Soul Speak

As the rain  hit aganist my window pane 
Decided to write one of my pure thought of myself

 What passed into and across across my mind ! 
Where to find oneself one love inside oneself to one.
 one flesh  to speak the whispered  voice of Godly Love.
 My soul and what would be written about me so Speak.

A whisper of joy and wonder in the shift of jubilee and happy times thoughts  Spirt Speak Remember
God is Love atmosphere  Alpha Energies from all angles Alpha he be Omega he be the beginning but also the End the frequencies of a heart beating like a drum
 The frequencies of all the love would be God Is Love. Nothing is lost
 A feeling of sort on my mind my spirt  soul
 equations of God Almighty. Son and Holy Ghost  windy day time breeze
the flow  pedal to the floor  of inside soul the inner hurts the sadness
but now none of that exist
 Love one joy at least other souls arrives what is soul and one with some one
 let this be my comment eveyone or what soulsoul to 
 thinking fully understanding. When understanding whispers in the still of the night shine day time bright you be you you is you  There is just one of you  any where  now in the space called Planet Earth Hope of the Soul!
God Bless the loves of  mind of  soul ideas gives birth..
.every nano-second. God Bless Amen Amen Amen.

An Introduction: An Introduction Continued

Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try, 
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is, 
In medias res,  
The big ordeal:

Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir, 
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble, 
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas, 
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain, 
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble, 
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.  

Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?

I Went To Heaven- For Contest

To find oneself in such yearned for embrace,
no words required, all spoken with one's eyes,
with loved ones, once long lost, now face to face,
joyous eternity where no-one dies.

I know them yet I don't because I see
them with my heart where memories are kept
in times before- age and illness would be
cruel companions of theirs until they slept.

But now they glow in loving warmth and joy
the barriers time made all stripped away
before them stands the man, the youth, the boy
they lead into the light of God's new day.

On top of all this I am grateful that
by His good grace he's let me keep my cat.


Viv Wigley
26th November 2015
For contest 'I went to heaven', sponsor Laura Urbaniak
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

The Promises of Pride

In my old room,
thinking my old thoughts
that were young once.

When I drowned in the flood
of future possibilities,
and knew I couldn't drink of them all,
but by God I'd throw back all that I could.

And I had more time,
and confidence,
and energy;
fewer failures to dampen my ambitious pride.

And to be sure, there was a pearl of goodness there,
a seed of iron-willed endurance
stoked by the fires of a starving ego.

I knew I was probably intrinsically less intelligent than many -
but I was a dog biting down on a bone.
They'd have to prove it!

What do I regret? Not much ... though I worry.
For I always wished to be cautious with my promises.
But oh how it stings, making easy pledges at the zenith of one's strength,
only to find oneself too weak to keep them.


29 June 2023


Relationships

In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.

Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.

Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.

Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Form: Epic

Sound Bites 6-23-2026

Window Dressers

Running
 different 
than reigning

Politicians
shortly
 find

Chasing the vote
versus
crossing the moat

Very few
able
— fewer to thrive

**********

Narrative Rewarded

Like weight training
for an athlete
poetry makes you strong

Each word a rep
till failure
to bring your lines along

A verses strength
increases
when flexed the story bold

With narrative
enrichened 
— the poetry like gold

************

Venture Forth

My treasure hidden
beyond the waves
the horizon
beckons on

Through pounding surf
and giant seas
a voice
is calling strong

I set my sail
the closest reach
with tiller
in both hands

On faith alone
round jagged reefs
I trust
in who I am

Through longish days
and longer nights
my course
uncharted stays

The mainsail up
the jib reset
one albatross
relays

That fortune comes
but once in life
to those who hear
its call

And venture forth
through unknown winds
into
— the raging squall

***********

Spiritual Chrysalis

Losing oneself
to find oneself
Emptiness cowers
— catharsis begins


********


Devil At The Gate

Loyal
when it suits you
Faithful
when it’s safe
Committed
to the mirrored self
 Devil
at the gate

Back turned
to the prophet
Fealty 
starts to burn
Treason
left on high display
Shame
— at every turn

********

Poet & Prophet

Today
is all that matters
Memory
your biggest foe

Mining the pathway
to future promise
Excuse and weakness
grow

Time an illusion
a crutch for the weak
To hobble and stumble
in constant retreat

This moment recurring
endemic when willed
the poet and prophet
— forever instilled


*********


Never To Return

If the past is empty inside you
— the future will be lost


*********


Resistance Ignored

The world
 quickly bored
at the recital
of misfortune

And most
willingly avoids
the sight
of distress

The path
of resistance
ignored
at its peril
	
All character
only tempered
when put
— to the test

(The New Room: June, 2026)
Form: Rhyme

Relationships

In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.

Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.

Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.

Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Form: Epic

Premium Member A single love will touch you with wings of light

A single love will touch you with wings of light,
an eternal flame that dances in the depths of your soul,
it comes like a gentle storm, without signs or warnings,
and rewrites your destiny, bringing a longing that knows no bounds.
This love, like a deep and honest river,
melts our heart like wax under the full moon's rays,
humbles us before destiny with humility,
even if we believe ourselves to be titans on this ephemeral earth.
Without this love, life becomes an endless wasteland,
no matter how far we run, everything seems devoid of color,
and even if this love hides in the past,
its memory remains eternal, a wound that does not close.
O, supreme love, that has illuminated our soul with stars,
shown us what it means to lose and to find oneself,
and even if we wish to forget you, to erase you from our soul,
you are there, in every dream, in every echo of our heart.
For you, immortal love, are the dream that guided us,
you are the ray of sunshine that embraced us at dawn,
and even if time will shroud memories in mist,
you will remain eternal, love, in the heart that has lived you.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

All Systems Go

A struggle getting up today, 
often now those days be,
and as I spluttered into life
a thought occurred to me,
it would be nice if human life
ran like desktop computers,
and certainly my better half
has said that it would quite suit her.
On days when one may find oneself
in various sorts of pain
just switch your life off, count to ten
then switch it on again.
Backup all your memories,
download them from your brain
and when you're in your later years
upload them all again.
My systems are compatible
with ones I had before
but I've upgraded my arthritis
it's now version two-point-four.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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