The children are running and stumbling
A humbling experience, but deliverance
Is only gained here by running in fear
Away from those who hate and ****
And warp the will of those too young
To see people hung and murdered.

So they are herded with the living
Into an unforgiving world of pain
None should see, even less see again
But they remain in these clusters
Mustering and lining up for food
A homeless brood of adopted waifs
That should be naifs instead of this,
Nomads, glad of a blanket for bed
On the hard ground, all they found
To call home during flight, for tonight,

Not all are children, but the hurt
From blurted out hateful names
Is not the same for the young ones
Who should be having fun and not
Suffering through this hell they got
From being born in the right city
In a time of no pity and no rescue,
No kindness the world should do,
Instead they cringe from angry faces
As if they were disgraces for living.
Nothing left for giving to them.

These are orphans now, not sons
Not daughters, what was begun
Has ended for them, permanently
While nations stand by silently
Watching the perfidy and sighs,
Ignorant of their cries and destitution.
No restitution can ever come to some.
To most there is only memory of death
And running, out of breath, nowhere
Because nobody is there for them.
It is their problem.

There's nothing harder that I know
Our heavier to pick up
With open mind or tattered glove
Than that of writer's block

It's often found in concrete form
Thick as a brick, never porous
Sometimes best to leave it alone
Till it lifts itself on its own

If you have one I wish you luck
No need to share thank you very much
Because no one dares to even touch
That of your writer's block

Superman,
where are you now?

I need a friend
on who I can depend,

so rescue me tonight
& bring a little loving light
help me with this troubled fight,

It's not a joke
you know we spoke,
we are never doomed
when danger loomed,
a love it bloomed,

I know that you care,
I truly do

no matter where I roam,
I never really feel alone,
I'm only one flight away,
this time I hope you come & stay
please come & save the day
with hands,
I pray,
  
come hold me in your rugged arms,
keep us safe from all the harms,

I could love you,
& you know it too,
still don't know what to do?

Just come & fly to me,
this could be a destiny,
one that could set us free,
if you don't, a mystery,

Superman you gotta a cape,
hurry now I'm in a scrape
you got my number,

My sweet boy wonder,
I hear that coming thunder,
I know it's
not a blunder,

I promise,

Superman
will you be my
Superhero?

Cherie Nolan© 2016

Come blow away the deary leaves of Winter
          scattered everywhere

Wash the dust from all the dead and dying
          green of spring magnifying

Bathe the Earth in Rainbow
          colored hope

It's feeling cold
& kind of bold,
that fridgid air
North winds blow again,
such a chilling bone
the cloak's we wear
we think we hideout
from our addiction
and our affliction
can't buy it back
keep a course
or stay on track
I got conviction
& stirring diction
this isn't fiction,
& fortunately,
a good depiction
of how a heart works
but no matter what I say
no matter when I stop to pray
on any single given day
it comes,
I feel it there,
I do, I swear,
probably gonna sound all wrong
maybe it won't last too long
but she won't touch you like I do
or  touch you like I could
or love you like you know I would
do I just keep inviting,
rehearsing, reciting,
& just keep on writing
it could be so exciting,
you're in my mind
& if the stars aligned
I think we'd find
two star crossed lovers
who hide beneath covers,
as lips meet
& love tasting sweet,
so delicious & nutritious
you kiss me once
as lightning strikes,
a fever spikes,
out of control
or an asteroid falls,
a nuclear explosion,
a heavenly angel,
he comes & he lands,
into my eager and long waiting hands,
slip past the gaurd & easily spilt sand,
& into my arms,
& safe from all harm,

we,
could find,
a 1 in a billion chance 2 love
&
a 1 in a TRILLION
kind of love. ❤

Cherie Nolan

The storm settled,
Gentle winds clear the streets of
Fragmented ~~           
                   ~~ Cocktail      ~~       Memories
             ~~                       ~~
There were one too many,
For one too many,
                                First Dances &
High Stakes.

Lingering emotions
                                        Faint Recollections
Snapshots of Regretless Mistakes.

you stepped
into my room
last night
quietly watching me dream
the warmth of
your breath
floating towards me

hesitation
as emotions fluctuated
a kaliedescope
all the possibilities,
ever changing

I almost felt
then not...
a moment
when we may have
reconnected
yet
your seperation
from me palpable

eyes shut
my hypervigilance
instinctual
protecting my being
knowing
that by opening
myself to you
I may feel
my heart
breaking
once again*

Copyright © October, 2016.
Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.

What is the measure of a soft touch
& one you want so very much?

It's a satellite orbiting my skin
sanding out the flaws,
buffing it to perfection,
helping with our direction
a sugary confection,

It's whatever you say it is,
In a **** deep voice
against a feeling bone,
one who's so accident prone
taking all seeds I've sewn
oh those winds have blown,

and its when I'm alive
It's how we thrive
like when an orchid blooms
adapting to the core changes,
the smell of that perfume,
an intoxicating waif
a drowning plume,
standing strong
where I belong,
in the shining summer sun
a tantalizing sweet
& such a lovely treat,

unrequited & uninvited
haunting & wanting
in a ghost town,
where you take care
of needs
measured in your helpful deeds,
those rugged hands
are taunting,
& in those selfless demands
I feel a fire
please take me higher
I'm begging
& on my knees
oh hear my pleas
I burn here in desire,

Yes I'd give in
It's not committing sin
I'd tell myself,
as a love strong
door opens,
& we begin.

Cherie Nolan © 2016