Somewhere in Vermont....   
This is my life
these are my words
these are my stories.
it took a lot of work to get here
so please don't use them without my permission & thanks! © Cherie R.
Strange things are happening...
I am writing it all down.
Seriously, I am...
check it out.

Introverted & a bit reticent Vermont farm girl - life long learner - picnic table philopsopher, an "Indigo Girl" & definately a lyrical "Gypsy" soul.
Gardner & Chef, NPR addict, sports fanatic, Proud Momma, decent, kind understanding mind, gentle & able friend...kinda a hippie chick organically grown.
Of Native American ancestry with a touch French & Irish.
Studied Interior Design & used to work in corporate America.
Now a trained Chef (self taught),
catering to dreams & creating masterpieces.
Born Catholic, born again Christian
Now a Native American Dreamer
& Spiritually walking this
beautiful Earth experiencing life's beauty through photo journaling & exploring ALL possibilities...
This is my life
these are my words
these are my stories.
it took a lot of work to get here
so please don't use them without my permission & thanks! © Cherie R.
Strange things are happening...
I am writing it all down.
Seriously, I am...
check it out.

Introverted & a bit reticent Vermont farm girl - life long learner - picnic table philopsopher, an "Indigo Girl" & definately a lyrical "Gypsy" soul.
Gardner & Chef, NPR addict, sports fanatic, Proud Momma, decent, kind understanding mind, gentle & able friend...kinda a hippie chick organically grown.
Of Native American ancestry with a touch French & Irish.
Studied Interior Design & used to work in corporate America.
Now a trained Chef (self taught),
catering to dreams & creating masterpieces.
Born Catholic, born again Christian
Now a Native American Dreamer
& Spiritually walking this
beautiful Earth experiencing life's beauty through photo journaling & exploring ALL possibilities...
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
24 minutes ago

Why do my words matter,
to you at all?

Why do you love my face?

Because you don't see me,
anymore,

Not even in my state of loving grace,

Why wear my hair that way-
or this?

No way we e can return to bliss?

Why wear my lipgloss,
when I ain't gonna get a kiss?

Not the way I wanna,
get-
get one real...
oh so soft and wet,
oh yeah,
yeah you bet,

Emmm,
soooo soft and sexy,
purrr purrr purr,
touch me
want me,
an take me in a blur,

Take me back-
to the way we were,

We can get lost on high delight,
hold me baby-
hold me nice an tight,
stay with me for at least tonight,

I am just a girl,
underneath this exterior,
after all.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Ugh...
#love   #poetry   #why   #me   #back   #tonight   #take  
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
11 hours ago

Thank you for visiting my memory,
thank you for just dropping by,
replaying that day -
yet again,
repeating in vivid technicolor,
the last long an sad goodbye,
I don't have a single tear though,
as none are left for me to cry,

Predictable,
like a broken record,
how, when an mostly why,

My bedsheets are my torture,
I smell you - an I feel you too,
I twist and turn just ALL night long,
so terrible an so sadly very true,

Well I guess I'll never know those answers,
but if you're bad memories they never fade,
if you never let me let you go,
if my debt is never really ever paid,
if at the alter,
if I am always, always laid,
I can't do that-

Just please stop the technicolor,
dream parade,

Becuz if you never stop haunting my sleep,
you know baby I am not sheep,

I may never get any,

Because I will never be able,
to find real love again,

I'll be much too busy -
out howling -
and baying at the stupid, stupid moon.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Ugh...
#love   #dream   #poetry   #parade   #memories   #vivid   #haunt  
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
1 day ago

You are my sisters, my neighbors,
my lovers, my friends,
my brothers my cousins,
on whom all depends,
my fathers, my girls, my homies-
my men,

An I'm here to celebrate that fact,
if only society to partake in this pact,

We all share our blood-
by our will - or by chance,
we are connected like dots,
in an eternal dance,

Next time you are feeling,
all ugly and angry-
imagine that lady your Mother,
or maybe the homeless guy,
down on the corner-
imagine that he is your brother,

Would you walk by,
an never look down?

Would you say hi,
yo- what's with the frown?

Or just keep on walking,
just straight into town,

To end with the cry,
HEY just turn around!!!

Right here is a hand -
an I'll help - if I can,
I know it's all part,
of some great master plan,

You know-
between us and the universe-

An don't worry WE got you.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Just more of the same ...ugh...
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
1 day ago

Look out of any window,
an you might not see the sun,
you might just crave dear warmpth,
when each day is fine'ly  done,

From those rays that shine above us,
now a written sky in prose,
look out of any window though,
you might not see a rose,

Though the daylight should still show,
a glimmer through the dark,
to fade through even darkest clouds,
just a tiny bit of spark,

Offers in minute increments of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Idk.
#poetry   #sun   #hope   #window   #look   #incriments  
  2d  Ma Cherie
Jamie L Cantore
Jamie L Cantore
2 days ago

I remember being 5 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished; and my big sister had a little friend. Her little friend brought into our little house a little keyboard. Our little house for our big family that we lived in for a little while, which had never contained within its walls a musical instrument of any kind or any size, until that day. The day that that little friend of my big sister brought in, her board of keys. I was fascinated with it immediately, but me being the youngest, I had to not so patiently wait my turn as each of my siblings toyed with the instrument of my fancy with horrid cacophonies coming from the holed up speaker beneath holes placed there for sound passage. I was a quiet mouse of a lad back then, but I wanted to scream at my lung tops, " For the love of all that is sacred! can you cease hitting those thingies little friend of big sister calls keys?" I was patient in those days of youth, but I have always been annoyed by clangor and repetition. Finally, after all others, I got my chance to have my hand on those plastic keys which beckoned me from the moment I saw them. Finally, I would discover something about myself,  I did not yet know it, because I hadn't yet cracked my fingers nor stretched them as per the instructions of the little friend of my big sister. So I did so. I was ready. I was excited. I had no idea what a chord was! So, I hit one key that simply called my name with vibes. I hit that key. I recognized it! So I tried to mimic the song I recognized it from. It was a song that had just been playing on the radio earlier. I pressed another key which seemed logically the next progression to match sonically the song which had been playing earlier. When I had finished hitting the keys I had seemingly subconsciously selected, I had played the intro and main section of the popular at that time song "Lean On Me" without one mistake. The big father of the little friend of my big sister said, "You have perfect pitch hearing, that is a rare gift!" My family gave me three cheers... and I walked into a corner like I had done something wrong. I felt filled with Joy and empty inside at the same time. I felt guilty because the little friend of my big sister who had the big father, looked down at the floor with tears in her eyes... she said, "Daddy, I have taken lessons for years and have played much more difficult pieces than he did, and you never showed that kind of pride in me." I never touched another instrument until 13 or 14 years into this life of mine, one yet unfinished -and I pray that little friend with a big clueless father gained the attention she deserved more than I.

Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
2 days ago

Many Winters they have passed,
since you departed from this place,
many years and many tears,
to leave their mark upon my face,
you always had a lovely smile,
a shining bit of grace,

Cooking in the kitchen,
just cooking fear away,
I really wished I'd learned from you,
that you had chose to stay,
we couldn't know the sun,
just wouldn't rise that day,

The pumpkin seeds and love,
you cooked up tasted good,
and you created beauty,
like no other person could,
and you loved every person,
like we all already should,

Don't know how,
I'm just like you now,
I'm sure you think so too,
I share in all our time,
what I believe is true,
the sky is ever changing,
in it's lovely shaded blue,
Cerulean is a favorite,
of her painted sky in view,

So keep an eye on the horizon,
keep a hand to guard the Sun,
rest you in the evening hours,
when a grateful day is done,
even if we die,
our battle clearly won,

So I drink my wine at night,
and I celebrate to live,
I'm thankful for what I have,
and for in what I can give,

A little bit of you,
and the others I have known,
you are all a part of me,
  from the kindness I was shown,
from a tiny budding seed,
what a lovely thing has grown,

For I now have the seekers heart,
a seed from those before,
handed down in kindness rare,
an told in times of yore,

Learning in my life,
to end it all with sage,
so careful take it down,
to write on every page,
to ever have your back,
if war should ever rage,

I will share in what I know,
I give with words and hands,
I will tell the galaxy,
of the universe's plans,

And love will finally find a way.

Cherie Nolan © 2017

Inspired maybe? For an amazing friend I've never wrote of and this came like a flood- literally like spoken word- I don't know if it's good but it felt good. I miss her so for Jenny love you lady see you one day ❤ ❤❤ - Ma Cherie
#love   #poetry   #friend   #write   #share   #page   #sage  
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
3 days ago

Beautiful sunrise beautiful day,
I long to see your eye,
beautiful sunset and beautiful night,
I wish to stop the cry,

Beautiful moment- beautiful memory,
stay within the now,
beautiful sun- beautiful life,
a gift to show us how,

Beautiful birth- beautiful pain,
and all time in between,
beautiful death and beautiful truth,
our spirit new and clean,

Every day a lovely chance,
for beautiful you - beautiful me,
tell in words of a hearts dance,
make for the beautiful we,

Beautiful time- beautiful gift,
days are always numbered,
beautiful rays - beautiful lift,
we live on unencumbered,

A beautiful mind, a beautiful home
make for domestic bliss,
beautiful woman - beautiful man,
locked in eternal kiss -

I'm yours and you are mine,
  
As our lives,
are always,
inextricability,
intertwined.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Nice thought anyway..
#love   #poetry   #life   #home   #beautiful   #us   #bliss  
 
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