When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother or wife,
Whose judgement upon you must pass,
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
You may be like Jack Horner and 'chisel' a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest.
For he's with you clear up to the end,
And you've passed the most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
-Dale Wimbrow (1895-1954)
You're the peanut to my butter
And the toast to my jam
You love me with my faults
You know who I really am
You're the Hershey to my kiss
And the bumble to my bee
When I am around you
I feel comfortable and free
You're the star to my burst
And milk to my cookie
How much do I love you?
More than Han loves his Wookie!
You're the flip to my flop
And the she to my nannigans
Crap, I wrote myself in a corner
What rhymes with that?.....
Rhyming skills aside
You're the best part of me
I'll always be right by your side
From here to eternity.
A big bad wolf chased me through the woods,
through the forest beyond my golden castle
I ran and ran and ran, he frightened me so
Now it's okay, cause I led him to my fairy friends
My fairy godmother says, "Don't fear princess,
For you darling, we shall fix him immediately
into a huge Toad eating a fly, a toad with big eyes
and never ever again will he chase you dear"
Now I wander off the cheerful little path
where the sweetest of honeysuckles grow
and follow sunlight to a little stream
where a handsome prince awaits for me
If life is death's coping mechanism
Love is life's way to say
"Sorry about all that, friend.
Here, have something good in the end."
And it will be no fun sometimes
It will hurt as any journey does
It will teach you, learn you, sear and burn you
But when life gives in to death's warm hand,
You'll know you've loved, and it'll be grand.
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
She always wanted to be
as famous as
Bawling dramatically in the cornfield.
My flip flops stuck
in the oozy mud
as I followed her for safety.
She sobbed on my shoulder during Titanic because she wasn't as beautiful
as Kate Winslet.
The rest of the cinema
gave me funny looks.
everyone necks craning to listen
to my therapy phrases.
"Sshhh. It's okay.
You're beautiful in a different way".
I never told her that lipstick didn't suit her.
And she still wears it now
Butterflies and a rushing heart beat
you've only found in the presence of men
now captivated by a feminine force,
a gravitational pull toward:
a starlet smile
the faintest scent of essence
hypnotist eyes that keep you still
lips you've dreamed to kiss
Internal struggle prevents you from acceptance.
Just admit it.
Your closest friend,
What else is there to say?
I'm falling for her.
Seems to me I am doing something wrong,
Terribly wrong to the birthday cakes you
Ate and bikes that broke your spine, but
Spaceless words leave me with pipedreams,
Three years, long and gone but it's not easy
To quit binoculars, I always watch over you,
Obsess over the voiceless comics strips and
Movies I did not understand but I know that
I will keep chasing unless one day you
Pop out of that lousy little town. One day.
Sweet breeze will you share with me your song?
I've been deaf to nature's music far too long
From summer fields to fresh rains special flow
Please promise me you'll share all that you know
Oh breeze please greet me as you would a friend
I hope your comfort will not ever end