We ...
Are The Architects of Our Fate
we build the walls
all these gates
We construct solid walls
they take them down
let them fall
then look around
for Solid Ground
until it's found
I plant my feet

Take a seat
share a story
of honored Glory
My Father was a Carpenter
a Master Builder they would say
And I see his buildings
every day
Arts and craftsman
my kind of build
houses filled
engrossing skill
amazing will
holes were drilled
handhewn milled
beams
intricate details

imparted to me
you can see
by carving
wooden
weathered
leather hands

It's good to admire
though I do not aspire
to live in one now

I miss the farm
in  simple charms
A time exsist my  memories

Queen Abigail of Chelsea
a border collie
she was our dog
Willamina a hog
or the name of a pig
rooting earth she'd happily dig
a silly gig
She never was a meal
Her funny squeal
Saved her life

had a horse  named Cochise
no wool from lamb
that we could fleece
you could not ride
but would stand on hind
legs
and beg
for marshmallows!

I miss the Farm
all the time
it taught me
life is worth living
to keep on giving
what I can.


Cherie Nolan © 2016

mesa rises
a ship
sans sails

the moon
strips
the creosote
to blond
bone

it's errosion
causes
the desert to
ripple

beaches
hidden

tides
going
out
sea

nyctinastic
sirius flowers
open their
lazy eyes

the moon may
croon to
waves
dashing
on the
shipwreck

but

even the moon
makes
things


grow


SoulSurvivor
(c) 7/9/2016

We began as friends
I was the shy nerd
And quite frankly you were way outta my league
And then it all started
The sly glances i took at you
How you sometimes looked at me and smiled
I would almost stammer when i'd look at you
We shared notes once in a while
Then we started communicating
Later you started sitting next to me at the cafeteria
I started visiting you at your home and vice-versa
One thing led to another
And then we became more than friends
At first it was hard to believe that all this was happening
The late night calls
The long conversation on skype
The holding hands
The romantic dates
The first kiss
But then this is love...
....Here sometimes you gotta expect the unexpected
Sometimes magic does happen
And you just gotta go with the flow of it
It was a wonderful feeling...
...One i never thought i would ever  experience
And then the disgusting alarm clock rang!!!
And the beautiful piece of awesome imagination was over
And i was thrown back..(almost rudely) to harsh reality
And there i was laying awake in my miserable bed...
...Wondering where it all went??
Can't friends be lovers??
Is it outrageous to think of your best friend as your lover?
Gosh....i still haven't found a proper answer to these questions
I wonder if i ever will.....

Mainay kal apnay aapko dekha tha apni ammi ankhon may
Yeh aina mujhay boorha nahi batata
(The above language is a mixture of Urdu and Hindi.)

English Translation

I saw myself in my mother's eyes yesterday
And those mirrors don't say that i'm old

Why are babies aged by the month?
Oh Jimmy is 14 months
And Oh Sally is 22 months old now
And blah blah blah

And once we reach the terrible two's
Our ages are so important that we now broadcast them in half years.
How old are you Jimmy...Beaming, he declares "I'm 6 & 1/2 Yrs Old!"
How old are you Sally...Shyly smiling she boasts "I'm 7 & 1/2 Yrs Old!"

I think by the time I reached 9 yrs old,
I felt it was no longer cool to announce my age in half years
How old are you Jimmy...In a yodeling  & cracking voice he replies "I'm 14"
How old are you Sally...."I just turned 18"...Well hot **** your all growd up!

14 months and 22 months are still 1 year old in my book.
But the 14th month old crawls and the 22 month old walks
6-1/2 is still only six but when we're young we are always in a rush to be an adult.
And in our teenage years we become "know it all's", but not really.

Ever heard "Yeahs she's 10 going on 21 yrs old."
Next time you open your eyes she's off to college.
14 year old Boys dreaming of four spinnin' wheels
And now he's driving the baby home from the hospital.

Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters.
Time is free but you can never get it back.
So slow the hell down and enjoy your life, your wife, your girl friend, your boy friend or your significant other, your kids, your grand kids,  your family and your Friends!

"We have gotten to know each other so well that we can basically read each others minds.
We know when the other person is messing with us and we know that there is something between us… but we just won’t admit it."