Courage is Never a Roar
Courage is always unspoken,
though gallant the sounds that would soar.
For bravery travels in silence.
Its melody never a roar.
If Courage would cause a commotion,
announcing the battles it’s won,
the badge... – by Gisela Vigil | 351 Views added 4 months ago
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I prefer to be alone
not because
I don’t like people.
In fact,
I like people too much.
So much so
that I’ve trusted them
beyond measure.
I’ve tried to help them
without expectations
of anything in return.
I’ve opened up my heart... – by Gisela Vigil | 317 Views added 1 month ago
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When questioning our purpose and our goal,
there’s tug of war between the heart and mind.
While one, mirrors the fantasies of soul,
the other seeks reality, to find.
If trying to find Prince among the toads,
perhaps a woman dreams her life... – by Gisela Vigil | 169 Views added 2 months ago
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Again, I hear upon my door it’s knocking.
Though faint, I still can recognize the sound.
This time, no chance that I will be unlocking.
Stand still, pretend that no one’s to be found.
The last time to this stranger opened door.
It brought... – by Gisela Vigil | 83 Views added 2 months ago
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Technology’s labeled progression
for knowledge, it lets us explore.
Perhaps, name should change to regression,
for life was much better before.
We held no remotes in the hand.
No click of a button to make.
To change tv channel we’d... – by Gisela Vigil | 84 Views added 2 months ago
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In space is painted intricate design.
Its power, one we often fail to see.
When all the stars in darkest skies align,
Magnificent, this act of harmony.
Thoughts that in our subconscious, dormant stood
when common sense has caused us to be... – by Gisela Vigil | 147 Views added 2 months ago
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Go far thee, Guilt.
I want to not know you,
sense you, nor hear
the clattering of your chains
that hug my ankles,
ladening my steps.
Oppressing my goals.
Thy power rekindles flames
from which are born, embers
which layer my path.
I... – by Gisela vigil | 142 Views added 2 months ago
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Strong,
Invincible.
A survivor
I must become,
though feel as if
I no longer can carry
one more load.
The path ahead
is rugged and steep.
I cannot give up.
Will stop now.
Catch my breathe.
Regroup.
Regain control
then go on to... – by Gisela Vigil | 218 Views added 2 months ago
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A title placed behind his name,
believing it gives power.
Old roots of truth then cannot claim.
Integrity, gone sour.
Cannot distinguish night from day
yet knowledge boasts to own.
Compassion gone, has lost its way.
Integrity, unknown.... – by Gisela Vigil | 234 Views added 2 months ago
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I spent so many years
making sure that your needs were met;
many times, ignoring things that I needed.
I understood.
You were old and those that are aging
have less time to enjoy their days,
while the younger can wait.
Sometimes when... – by Gisela Vigil | 132 Views added 2 months ago
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Though a poem
may not be to our liking,
we should gather in unity
and make a toast
to each poet
who has the courage
to share with all,
reflections of the heart
from mirror to the soul.... – by Gisela Vigil | 14 Views added 2 months ago
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On this journey, youth believe
they’ve mastered all the steps,
unaware of
crossroads still to face
and falls yet to take.
Only in time
will they distinguish
a flower from a weed
and start to gather
bits of wisdom
which adorn their... – by Gisela Vigil | 82 Views added 2 months ago
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I want to write.
Release the chains
of harbored feelings,
which at times
upon my peace intrude
like an uninvited guest.
To drench pages
with new-found tears,
then lay them out to dry
till the ink begins to fade.
Without verse or... – by Gisela Vigil | 248 Views added 2 months ago
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As moonlight embraces the silence,
the rush of each day is forsaken.
Upon world, serenity sprinkles.
Our dreams from their slumber, awaken.
With eyes shuttered while we are sleeping
can see visions spark in the night.
So vivid are images... – by Gisela Vigil | 213 Views added 2 months ago
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Two souls, their passion lighted,
creating Splendor’s flame.
Hence, fire is ignited
that neither one can tame.
The sense is hypnotizing,
as into fire stare.
Red flames continue rising,
of heat become aware.
There’s danger in close... – by Gisela Vigil | 246 Views added 2 months ago
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When God grants us a gift,
our task is not to wonder.
It’s up to us, to just accept.
Giver’s reason, not to ponder.
When God smiles down on us
filling up our empty spaces.
It’s up to us, to just accept
His generosity, His graces.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 17 Views added 3 months ago
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We look at the same colors
yet still see different shades.
You watch at dawn, the sunrise.
I watch as sunset fades.
May walk upon the same path,
but each with different stride.
Some haste the steps in hurry.
Some cruise on peaceful... – by Gisela Vigil | 31 Views added 3 months ago
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Humility
If you are lucky
to not be poor, do not sit
on top looking down.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 34 Views added 3 months ago
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A poet dances
on page, the graceful steps that
feet could never dance.... – by Gisela Vigil | 15 Views added 3 months ago
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Wearing Rose Colored Glasses
She sets up family meeting,
for her thoughts had to share.
For it seems that her offspring
of some truths, unaware.
Asked for them to stand by her
to reach out hands and feel
that her skeleton’s made of
... – by Gisela Vigil | 21 Views added 3 months ago
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In hands of a loss, where grieving is born,
as heart lies beneath a blanket that’s torn.
It seeks to find comfort, acceptance must grow.
For grief is just love, with no place to go.
Each thought overwhelming, like walk
in the rain
... – by Gisela Vigil | 33 Views added 3 months ago
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Enchanted by seasons, such magic they hold.
Adorned are the scenes that changes unfold.
In heart of each season, where beauty discerns
for Nature’s an artist, as calendar turns.
Butterfly wishes arrive in the Spring,
as birds end their... – by Gisela Vigil | 69 Views added 3 months ago
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After the Pity Party
Done the praying and wishing,
the fearing, the stressing.
Then in valley of darkness
on knees, some confessing.
Seems my walls, they are shaking.
My foundation has crumbled.
Gather buckets of teardrops.
Take a... – by Gisela Vigil | 173 Views added 3 months ago
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Can hear the cry of daffodils,
their petals sway as soft winds blow.
But hazard spreads as droplets fall
of chemicals to make them grow.
Seeps fertilizer through rich soil,
drowning the hope of tiny seeds.
Like soldier conquering new... – by Gisela Vigil | 11 Views added 3 months ago
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Once,
under the glow
of blue moon,
a mystical creature
entered her world.
Without notice
or time to prepare,
she was caught off guard.
Her protective shield abandoned.
Her usual defenses forgotten.
She becomes aware of
how stars... – by Gisela Vigil | 17 Views added 3 months ago
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You’d think after years in the making,
the fury would somehow then fade.
But anger’s a potent emotion
that cuts like a double-edge blade.
You’ve tried grasping it with precision,
so as you hold on you won’t bleed.
No matter the tactic... – by Gisela Vigil | 21 Views added 3 months ago
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Intimacy
It is invisible, a thread
around two bodies, it is spun.
As spinning wheel whirls in rotation,
it weaves the bodies into one.
Creates a spark that starts a fire,
yet danger, never a concern.
Although the flesh does feel the... – by Gisela Vigil | 38 Views added 3 months ago
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As a retired teacher
I think back to the many times
I was asked why I write poetry
but don’t teach it.
My response,
“I don’t know how to”.
Truth is, I tried
but didn’t get very far.
If I could go back and reteach
I believe I’d do a... – by Gisela Vigil | 19 Views added 3 months ago
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I was told I was
too honest, as an insult.
I heard compliment.... – by Gisela Vigil | 22 Views added 3 months ago
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I have my opinions.
You might say, a whole lot of them.
Most times, I simply cannot drink from
a glass of Kool-Aid I’ve been handed.
I may see or hear something which
is troubling, especially injustice.
That sparks a fire in me.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 21 Views added 3 months ago
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Many people in this life, just go on living.
Grasping on to pot of gold, instead of giving.
They don’t help and they don’t share,
for it seems they just don’t care.
Rather hang on to a grudge, than be forgiving.
We should take a deeper... – by Gisela Vigil | 50 Views added 3 months ago
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Cozy in my bed I stare.
In a fog and unaware.
For when tasks, too much to bear,
I pretend they are not there.
Clean the house and pay the bills,
brush the dust off windowsills.
Dirty laundry basket fills.
Constant worry, often kills.... – by Gisela Vigil | 24 Views added 3 months ago
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Sometimes distance and time
may cause a friendship
to evaporate,
like drops of rain captured
by the warm summer soil.
New friends will walk
upon your path,
but never will bask
under fresh raindrops as they fall,
for gone is the... – by Gisela Vigil | 21 Views added 3 months ago
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On the day my son was born,
my father was sheltered
in the same hospital,
getting chemo through an IV.
His room, two floors above mine.
My mother somehow,
managed to dress him.
He held on to her with one hand,
the other clutching a... – by Gisela Vigil | 29 Views added 3 months ago
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He worked from dawn until night
in a white tee shirt not a white collar.
My father.
A man of few words.
If ever he held a crumb in his rugged hands
it was only for a moment,
for without hesitation he would give
what was his, to someone... – by Gisela Vigil | 155 Views added 3 months ago
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Dip brush in palette of
some blended hues,
paint image
somewhat muted,
somewhat sharp.
A thought suppressed,
a fear, or memory,
begin to breathe
and speak
with sounds unheard.
For we create
each color
that we paint,
... – by Gisela Vigil | 29 Views added 3 months ago
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I reached for pen to write a thought,
from brain the words were leaking.
But Muse held firmly pen in hand
and then she started speaking…
“I will not give this pen to you
for there’s been too much writing.
I cannot take another night
of... – by Gisela Vigil | 167 Views added 3 months ago
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At times
I crawl into a cave.
No chaos, no people,
and lay upon
the breathing soil.
Just me, myself and I.
For tomorrow
will again bring back
more time to rush,
to do some stressing.
Only in this cave
of borrowed space
and... – by Gisela Vigil | 19 Views added 3 months ago
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Psst!
You, yes you,
who promised me forever
forgot to tell me
that Antonym was
your middle name.... – by Gisela Vigil | 175 Views added 3 months ago
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What’s this I hear about
generational curses
to reverse and undo?
Glossy banners riding on
waves of change,
held by many who are
unaware they are
still standing at the start line
of a race that hasn’t begun.
What is this curse they... – by Gisela Vigil | 10 Views added 3 months ago
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If rumor heard, unhear it.
Just simply don’t repeat it.
Wreaks havoc when a lie is spread
and then you can’t delete it.... – by Gisela Vigil | 14 Views added 3 months ago
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I wish you’d made
a bit more effort,
reached out your hand
my closest friend,
as I faced a storm
with old umbrella,
that had been
shattered by the rain,
trying to survive
the ending
of my love story.
Watched as my
soulmate... – by Gisela Vigil | 24 Views added 3 months ago
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Bet you thought you could undo
the final ending of that act.
Like a painter
who will brush a tiny touch
of white over the blue
to cover a spot
which looks too bold,
or an actor who
forgets part of a line
then improvises so that
... – by Gisela Vigil | 50 Views added 3 months ago
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Life’s pushed me to make a few changes
as reality sinks into head.
You may see it as a step backwards.
I see it as forward instead.
Was always the first you’d be calling
when you needed troubles to pour.
No matter if morning or midnight
... – by Gisela Vigil | 39 Views added 3 months ago
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Sometimes I write a poem
and no matter
how many tweaks I make.
replace a word, add a line,
the end result
doesn’t capture the feelings
I’m trying to convey.
Suppressed emotions
are buried so deep
that the words
merely just scrape... – by Gisela Vigil | 16 Views added 3 months ago
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In the color spectrum of life, I am never found on the /in between/ space but rather standing on either black or white.
After you, after us
I find myself drifting over a space of muted hues, sending emotions into free fall. ... – by Gisela Vigil | 60 Views added 3 months ago
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Wasn’t it you who filled your arms with ammunition?
Getting the training so that you could shoot so well?
Wasn’t it you enlisting goblins in your army?
Gathering forces from the darkest side of hell.
Wasn’t it you who made confetti from my... – by Gisela Vigil | 152 Views added 3 months ago
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After Goodbye
(A Sonnet)
Be strong my heart, for love has departed.
See not the sun, have no strength to pretend.
Shattered pieces of something once started.
Our tale is not a story without end.
Be strong my mind as in corner you hide.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 23 Views added 3 months ago
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The Burning Candle
(A Sonnet)
Once long ago, when life for me was new,
I could not walk unless I held a hand.
With mind of child, did not know what to do.
With innocence, I could not understand.
Throughout my growing years someone was... – by Gisela Vigil | 30 Views added 3 months ago
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To be alone is
better than choosing to stay,
to not be alone.... – by Gisela Vigil | 17 Views added 3 months ago
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A Space Unknown
Such as path with blanket of snow,
beneath it warmth does hold.
Or spot to which a bird will fly
to shield from winters cold.
Such as forest, a distant place
adorned with jeweled trees.
Or rainbow which we cannot... – by Gisela Vigil | 41 Views added 3 months ago
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I read and reread.
Ten times, maybe more.
Anxiety level, up, up, up.
Finger hovers over arrow
and then retracts.
Do I have what it takes
to send this text?
Perhaps it exposes
an uncomfortable level
of vulnerability.
Do I really... – by Gisela Vigil | 20 Views added 3 months ago
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At times, I can mass produce poems faster than machinery in a production line. A feeling felt, an intriguing question, a simple thought will generate the prancing of words in my head, each pushing and shoving each other to be the first to be... – by Gisela Vigil | 54 Views added 3 months ago
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Just like the day before
and days preceding that.
Dinner awaited you.
Your plate on table sat.
You’d eat and settle back.
Watch Jeopardy, your game.
Then into shower stall.
Like day before, the same.
Routine replayed for years.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 20 Views added 3 months ago
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There are those that hold the candles
while another lights the flame.
There are many doing nothing
without feeling any shame.
We all need the candles burning
without light we couldn’t bear.
Our existence would be nothing
if the candles... – by Gisela Vigil | 21 Views added 3 months ago
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Blindfolded me
picks only to see
just what my eyes are seeking.
A lover, a friend,
unending an end.
At clues for truth, not peeking.
For what isn’t seen
there’s no need to wean.
In heart and mind not molded.
A lie that I hear.
A... – by Gisela Vigil | 23 Views added 3 months ago
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Wish you were not a memory
that visits in my sleep
Yet under glow of moonlight
old visions start to seep.
Of walks in woods collecting
some acorns from a tree
for we found simple beauty
that others could not see.
A snowflake as its... – by Gisela Vigil | 33 Views added 3 months ago
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To satisfy his palate,
his mortal whims and desires
even those he only mentions
in a whisper,
she runs to the grove,
picks up the ripest of berries,
tomatoes from the vine.
She has cultivated each seed
as best she could to prevent... – by Gisela Vigil | 20 Views added 4 months ago
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Lying next to you under the stars.
Hearing softest whispers in the breeze.
Sweetest dreams erasing daylight scars.
Peaceful mind embracing all it sees.
Hearing softest whispers in the breeze. Moonlight casts its glow in summer air.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 14 Views added 4 months ago
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The Stick
I wish from me so far you’d stand.
My wicked friend with stick in hand.
No matter path in which I stray.
You walk beside me all the way.
What is this goal that you do seek?
To frighten me, to make me weak?
Your staff with... – by Gisela Vigil | 194 Views added 4 months ago
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Three children playing hide and seek,
with hands they shield their eyes.
Though colors from above them peek,
see not their painted skies.
Behind the mighty oak they stand,
continue with their game.
Beside them, one with brush in hand.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 32 Views added 4 months ago
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Questions to Ask Fate
Did fate decide upon your birth
in which direction winds would blow?
And when a road comes to a bend
to right or left, which way to go?
Do your life choices play a part
in what the future has in store?
Will... – by Gisela Vigil | 27 Views added 4 months ago
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A string of many words or simply just a few
in humble cloth or splendidly adorned.
A thought to ponder of what’s old or new,
A spark to flame a fire yet unborn.
A celebration, spreads essence of its joy.
A space where broken heart... – by Gisela Vigil | 38 Views added 4 months ago
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My writing’s often tainted
with touch of shadows painted.
And sometimes words portray
A glimpse of night, not day.
Write often, words of sadness
or of detected madness.
Of dream that’s torn apart.
‘Bout endings, not of start.
But... – by Gisela Vigil | 44 Views added 4 months ago
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It seeks to understand
what is not comprehensible,
adding clarity to darkness,
providing shade from
scorching rays of sun.
It forgets not the past yet
does not stand in its shadow.
It weathers each turbulent tide
upon the same life... – by Gisela Vigil | 14 Views added 4 months ago
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I saw a blue jay by a tree.
A song of beauty he did sing.
He lay upon his side so still
because he had a broken wing.
What precious melody he sang
although he was so very small.
His wisdom caroled through the air.
A mighty lesson for... – by Gisela Vigil | 183 Views added 4 months ago
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Brushed upon a canvas
with only colors, black and white
spark images of consequences
of actions taken, or not.
Would left or right turn on a path
have changed a goal still left unmet?
Would joys become collected tears?
Or pain of wound... – by Gisela Vigil | 149 Views added 4 months ago
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From writing Sonnet many choose to run,
They fear its grip as if it were a curse.
But friends, I say the mission can be fun.
A challenge to new heights in every verse.
First syllables, there’s ten in every line.
Lines one and three, then... – by Gisela Vigil | 24 Views added 4 months ago
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My writing.
It helps me get thru it.
Whatever the it may be.
So my Muse begins her marathon.
The words start to pour
and the rhymes begin to blend.
Many times I pull over while driving
to jot down a thought,
knowing that in a minute
... – by Gisela Vigil | 19 Views added 4 months ago
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Is it only in December
under mistletoe and vine
that we host a celebration
feast at table, drink the wine?
Pick up phone and make the calls,
send the cards and feed the poor,
slow down hustle of the living,
wish of peace forevermore.
But... – by Gisela Vigil | 151 Views added 4 months ago
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Hope.
Like shells sprawled
across the sand,
some precious,
some broken.
Discarded.
Unnoticed
until a hand
reaches down
to pick up
even the broken pieces.... – by Gisela Vigil | 29 Views added 4 months ago
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On the way to Heaven,
make sure that you live well.
Be thoughtful in your actions.
Choose wise the words you tell.
Amongst us, there are angels
recording joys and pain.
They whisper in the breezes,
catch teardrops in the rain.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 17 Views added 4 months ago
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I wish I could adorn your path,
paint rainbows in your sky.
And when the journey gets too rough,
I’d give you wings to fly.
I wish I could prevent the tears,
make troubles go away.
Lift up the sail in stormy seas,
add sunshine to... – by Gisela Vigil | 158 Views added 4 months ago
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There’s some who give unwarranted advice,
believing in their hand lays wisdom grown.
In lives of others, spark it does entice
although no bit of knowledge do they own.
A man may claim the ownership to rule.
When time to dish out words,... – by Gisela Vigil | 17 Views added 4 months ago
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Did you ever ride a rollercoaster?
As it goes up, up, up
you hold on tight
as tension mounts,
feel a lifting
of your stomach,
unable to breathe,
unable to speak
while fingers ache
as they clutch
the metal bar.
Your senses return ... – by Gisela Vigil | 164 Views added 4 months ago
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A fallen leaf,
a poet can still see its glory.
Before it’s told
a poet imagines the story.
Amidst a crowd,
all voices become an illusion.
When poets write,
untangled is web of confusion.
Yes dreamers dream
with flame of the candles... – by Gisela Vigil | 15 Views added 4 months ago
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I breathe, walk, speak
on schedule,
just as a tree knows
when it’s leaves
should fall.
Gathering the strength
of ocean waves
as they crash
upon the shore,
I sometimes
force a smile.
In my eyes ,
the sun and moon
reflect the same.... – by Gisela Vigil | 136 Views added 4 months ago
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Birthday parties, graduations.
Those special occasions where
divorced parents breathe the same air.
Sharing a moment
for the sake of the kids.
As the Courts say,
in the best interest of the child.
There he stood.
The man I entrusted... – by Gisela Vigil | 134 Views added 4 months ago
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Like an eerie peacefulness
riding on the skirt of turbulence
within the eye of a storm,
there is a lull
that goes unnoticed.
I hear it as I stand amidst the crowd.
It’s deafening silence plays like a symphony.
Yet not many can sense it.
... – by Gisela Vigil | 451 Views added 4 months ago
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A writer writes
not for the fame and applause,
maybe for passion or cause,
for the Earth’s spinning, a pause.
A writer writes
to speak of words kept unsaid,
thoughts still asleep in a bed
or to feed questions unfed.
A writer writes
... – by Gisela Vigil | 155 Views added 4 months ago
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Better Left Unsaid
A little girl has been molested.
She places secret on a shelf.
For though she’s very small in stature,
knows some things best kept to herself.
If she would speak, would they believe her?
Or would it start a family... – by Gisela Vigil | 47 Views added 4 months ago
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