My poet soul writes,
while,
my spirit lives the words.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I'm not your curvy woman,
& you're not my handsome beau,
I am not your willful wife,
not a naive Bambi doe,

I'm your favorite hippy chick,
but to you,
I'm just a girl,
I'm not your shiny fiancé,
or your lovely lil' pearl,

I'm not your special lady,
just a pretty gal,
you sometimes call,
I'm just a familiar pal,
to catch you if you fall,

If you want a special lover,
don't call me just a friend,
I'll be there for most anything,
on this you can depend,

But,
I've kissed too many frogs,
I wished too many stars,
I was left behind too much,
it left some open scars,

I'd gladly play this game,
with any other boy,
I want to be "the one" with you
not just a **** toy,

Well maybe stupid cupid,
got careless with his aim,
he hit the wrong target,
either way,
it's  such a shame,

I'd really feel much better,
if someone were to blame,

I wanted to be your everything,
to stay,
no matter what,
this is worse than anything,
  another bleeding cut,

I'd hold you every night,
I'd like to be your lover,
I wanna be with you,
not only under cover,

I love you more than anyone,
that I have ever known,
I thought you would have seen this,
that this,
I would have shown,
  like every tiny seed,
that I have ever sown,

I held my hands with highest hopes,
this time it might have grown,
I wish I could have stayed,
but that seed again,
has flown,
taken away,
today,
gone again,
I'm blown,

My heart is,
just like anything,
it's not something I can own.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Your passion, it burns me,
way deep in the night,
come to me,
take me,
there won't be a fight.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

As a burning fired heart rages,
as I write again,
in crumpled & yellowed,
pages,
writing wisdom left,
from wise imparting sages,
given down throughout the oldest ages,
take us through the next,
of necessary stages,
we earn our way,
paid a poor man's wages,

Please free us,
free us,
from these painful,
painful,
cages.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

A darkened heart has hidden places,
away from those who judge his deed,
chasing shadows into alleys,
& looking how to fill a need,

Cloaking all,
his face is covered,
as endless pain the empty bleed,
an emotional vampire,
drinking their blood,
taking lives within the greed,

Waving in the other bad ones,
guttural beast's,
a different breed,
laid upon the alter for him,
planting there a rotten seed,

We must fight,
against an enemy,
I ride in on a native steed,
though he may look like I do,
sadly though,
he mustn't lead,

From the ashes,
fanning fires,
I hope my words you truly read,
he, we know will likely burn us,
& do so with such lightning speed,

This is who we wanted leading,
as many now,
wish to secede,
though I am crying for a Nation,
saving us,
must be agreed,

I wear my war paint into battle,
sweat rolls down,
a Native bead,
I wear a headdress for your freedom,
hear my yipping words,
I plead,

In hopes that we can find a new way,
a warning from the past to heed,
we must take the bad from gardens,
getting out a choking ****,

I look to skies for distant answers
as I chew upon a hallowed reed,
tell me Father's
which way do we go,

by the wise we will be freed



Cherie Nolan © 2016

I am a sinner,
and I know it,
& I'm OK with it,

I have made the necessary changes,
to ward of any evil,
a crucifix,

You are coming to me,
I feel it,
& :
I await,
the taste of it,
in
the taste of your skin,
& sweat

So luscious,
& delicious,
& emmmm,
so yummy,

As I taste the night,
as I taste  
the bitter & sweet
of yesterday,

Again.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

So I hear,
just today,
in fact,

I'm not certain exactly when it was said,
a reliable source,
NPR,

So, I hear that great wall,
the BIG & beautiful one
on our Southern border,
the one HE wanted to build?

The one he raged about,
& of course,
while it was always preposterous,

Anyway he says,

It can maybe be a fence,
instead.

Oh my ****.

Huh, interesting,

Well, that's not wishy washy,
No,
At all...
solid guy, he is,
& along with all the other rapidly,
changing things,
that he was so very,
passionate about,

And given,
the absolute myriad of obstacles,
from forcing Mexico to pay,
(haha- good one)
yeah,
making Mexico pay,
sure,

By the way,
do you want to work for his immigration?

Cuz' he's gonna need a bunch of new
recruits,
if so,

Not to mention,
workers to survey & complete,
that ridiculous project,
the complex geological complications,
in an interesting terrain,
humph,
indeed,
& the endless wordly implications,
that and so MANY other problems
we face,
far worse,
& BIGGER ones too,

Seriously,
check it out,
it would literally take,
FOREVER to build,
true narcissism,
exists,
apparently,

Though,
he might have single-handedly stopped illegal immigration by being elected.

Mission accomplished?

Do you wanna come live in the U.S. now?

Hahaha,
So stupid,
not REALLY funny,
still good to laugh,

This?

This is who we elected?
were we ALL high,
on propaganda?

God help us in times of war.

Cherie Nolan © 2016