How do I know
you are being dishonest?

well you ask if I'm upset
I say no no.

however that's not true-
exactly,
I am upset
but also extremely confused.

I see you see the truth by asking if I am upset

An guess what?
I see very clearly
when you are lying too.

Ma Cherie © 2017

oh how I still miss you
I hope you hear me now
I know that you are with me
I know in this somehow,

I am seeking answers
my life is so confusing,
I just hope to win this time
instead of always losing,

love is so elusive
it slips right past my hand,
just like all the pieces,
in the hour glass of sand,

though time may not-
be quite my friend
I'm older now it's true
though I'm still right here
wishing-
star,
that you will send a clue

in a message -
on a winged one,
on butterfly an bird
I am listening as you said,
I should,
I'm listening -
each word,

to every person place an thing
connected we-
a dot,
remembering the lessons rare
in all I've ever taught,

love is not to say I'm wrong
it's not something that is bought,

love it might be so elusive
it's still the thing I've sought,
even when I should have run,
in love I wasn't-
naught,

I still live to touch it once
without me getting burned
unfortunately it seems to me
it still I have not earned
or maybe I don't know true love,
perhaps I haven't learned,

an all I have is your star.
a shiny silver bit of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I want to write some poetry
or type some text to you
but my brain is on some overload,
an I think it's turning blue

an not my shade of indigo,
as that's my favorite hue,

but more like blue of sadness deep
in an oceanic wave,

I hope it's not tsunami like
an if-
I pray to save,

The memories of you an I
the ones I've colored red,
as beautiful those memories are
to treasure when I'm dead,
but for now-
I'll just go back to sleep
an rest my weary head,

an hope to see some beautiful
an different colors,
again come the sun.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I want to know it
the thing -
that I know as true love,
the way I feel
the way I give,
how I put you always -
way above,
to share my heart
in every day that we will live,
breathing gently,
sensitive an sensual pleasures,
always ready with any measures,
oh send me mr. right
from my heaven up above
send me a true one
upon the wing of sacred dove,
an honest heart aligned with mine
most heavenly as we entwine,

I wish I may
I wish I might
I pray my love will come tonight..

Upon the ground
I saw a lovely moth
who's wings were badly tattered,

And many people strolled on by
as if it hadn't mattered,

As he lay so lifeless there,
abused an dearly battered,

I crouched on down to say hello,
an to also say goodbye,

tho not to cry a single tear
not one inside my eye,

do you wonder why at all?
well do you wonder why?

well all I have to do right now,
is look up to the sky,

this here is a messenger,
my grandmother said to me,

a sign of transformation,
an healing you will see,

allow for the quiet child,
let it be- just be,

so I get down to pick him up
crouched upon my knee-

I see lovely little moth
be meek an have humility,

I move him onto the grassy place,
I say a thanks again,

thank you for the visit now
my sacred little friend

And I shall never forget you either.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Storms of grey
a hurricane in those piercing eyes,
when your crows feet look bad,
instead of ****,
you keep saying the same
I keep changing,
like the tide.

You are standing STILL on the beach.

An if change is the ONLY constant,
I am afraid I will cease to exist
like you- if I stay.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Poetry comes an poetry goes
haiku sonnet epic ink
in any style even prose
sometimes I can't even think,.
other times the well is dry,
maybe I just need a drink,

A little drink a little smoke,
loosen up it's summertime
maybe take another ****,
come up with another rhyme,
yes cmon it ain't a joke,
cmon you know I'm feelin' fine,

Under the sun of June again,
holding onto hope,
cmon now an be my friend,
grab on to this piece of rope,
in its strength you can depend,
when it seems you cannot cope,

just look to my lovely sun
for inspiration,
it is certain to deliver.

Ma Cherie © 2017