Spring is coming here real soon,
but the snow it came here late,
for the tiny buds in early boon,
it's a shame they'll have to wait,

Confusing is the forecast,
so some may never bloom,
as a crystal blanket now lasts,
and the skies are colored gloom,
covered still in white- all glassed,
an still such dangers loom,

Yet as the waiting blossoms urge,
I see a hopeful lil little sprout,
I see a poking head- up serge,
relieving me of any doubt,

As the Winter Snowdrops splurge,
an the tallest one to shout,
"get up and grow"
"I mean c'mon
c'mon you must know-
it's our time to let it out!"

"C'mon Winter Aconite,
and crocuses,
remember what-
Robin Williams said?"

"Spring is Nature's way
of saying let's party!!!"

So come on then,
let's go up now an make
a lovely little bed,
they'll be plenty time to sleep again,
come Wintertime,
when we are all so slyly,
playing dead!

Ma Cherie © 2017

I hear the lovely kiss of Spring,
it comes to me a song he sing,
upon the lovely sacred wing,
the bird above amazes eye,
as I listen to his battle cry,
I raise a hand,
then softly sigh,
please do stay
not bid goodbye,

A screeching sound to take his ****,
a bird as this - astounding skill,
they try to fight but they lose the will,
morphing in an alien shape,
no mouse nor snake to yet escape,

It comes here now my bird of prey,
the hawks again they fly today,
magnificent- to take a breath,
swooping in to claim a death,

A single hawk now sits in view,
though sometimes twelve or maybe two,
this my bird
-a sign to see,
of what now comes-
an what will be,
a omen of my destiny,

This,
a messenger from a god,
who's flight leave only feeling awed,
a spirit of my Father here,
to call again an draw me near,
I listen close with an open ear,

I knew this place was for me sure,
it is the place I find the cure,
leaving there of where we were,
the place to rest my restless feet,
and finally give my heart a seat,
life it hid- with much deceit,

A garden full and nightly meals,
my bird of prey- his quarry squeals,
I listen for the holy squawk,
I listen for my red tail hawk,
I watch him fly but I only gawk,

He came last year- enlightening
in visions sometimes frightening,
my sky of many, sky of one,
all together beneath the sun,

A guardian who came before,
who now protects my new front door,
a harbinger of good I know,
I'm sure my seeds this time to grow,
an we not die- in this I know,

His Spirit lives here in the spring,
on every bird on every wing,
in my every caution
and in every other thing,
he's every sound and every sight,
and every bird on every flight,
he's every morn' and every night,

He's everything I eat and cook,
in every word in every book,
in every face in every look,
he is my grandson's bouncing ball,
he is the leaves that died in fall,
he is my son- who grew so tall,

Returned to me in verdant love,
my greenest mount from up above,
painted here angelic hands,
a carpenter who had his plans,

To make this place-
God's country -
and so too then is mine,
my soul an spirit
-forever -
right here- they intertwine,
an I am ever grateful
for an understanding mind,

An so I do my sacred part -
to teach the children well,
I listen close to sacred hearts
in sadness I do not dwell,
in every fear to leave behind ,
so in his love- to you I tell,

We are more than just our flesh,
an every day is new an fresh,
listen to the birds of Spring,
tiny one or on a giant wing,
hear the song to listen
-sing

Knowing when the sun it sets,
to leave behind the past regret,
smiling souls will have no fret,
an face what we see as the dark,
to find a footlight in a tiny spark,

And even if my soul stayed here,
I'd live my life this way,
even if it ends right now,
If always I must
always, stay,

To live a life that's dignified,
but not of one consumed by pride,
a life that's been so worth the ride,
well I can say I really live,
I give in all I have to give,
I carry not no weight with me,
I will let it rest -I will just let it be,

But this is not to say
at times -
my heart does not feel sad,
for sorrow teaches to appreciate
the times when you feel glad,
an anger hurts only you I think,
so no use in being mad,
although I think we must at times,
if only just a tad,

Regardless of a promise made,
in a text or ancient writings,
I will take the message now
of my bird that I am sighting,

This is chance a time of change,
take a hold an grasp,
wear it in a locket near,
an tightly close the clasp,

Find a dream up in the sky
and draw it to your heart
this is the time in Spring it's true
to make a brand new start,

Go now-
an find your new life
beneath the springtime sun.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I can tell you that I am tall,
an I am also not petite,
an some they might say sturdy,
like a tree who has two feet,

An I used to be so thin,
as a stick, I heard em say,
though I won't say I'm too big,
I'm no longer quite that way,

Well I have a little belly,
as some older women do,
I earned it,
what I think,
with my cooking yeah it's true,

So someone might say "chubby"
an I guess OK with that,
I keep an eye on the scale each day,
so I won't end up too fat,
as I sample of my cooking,
to add in this an that,

Sometimes I might wear some makeup
though most days I do not,
especially in the summertime,
when the sun is blazing hot,

I wear my jeans till *****,
yup more than just few hours,
some say I am a witch,
who's got some kinda powers,
I like the rain a lot you know,
and soaking in warm showers,

I'm not sure that I'm ****,
my face has many wrinkles,
I like vanilla bean ice cream,
with some yummy chocolate sprinkles,
and some say that I still glow at night,
my eyes they sorta twinkles, ; )

I sip my wine at night to ease,
I work and write by day,
my thoughts come in a rushing breeze,
way more than I can say,

I see the world much differently
than others who are around,
I hear the leaves as they fall dreaming,
an as they hit the sacred ground,
poetry is everyone,
in every lovely sight -an sound

I love my little Tanley cat,
he sits atop my shoulder,
first thing in the morning too,
an each day I'm gettin' older,
I don't take the **** life gives,
cuz I'm a gettin' a lil' bolder,
winters in Vermont are now
much warmer 'stead of colder,

I have an older Subaru,
with lucky all wheel drive,
that thing is like a tank ya know,
it's helped me stay alive,
if you are in the wilderness,
I could help ya to survive,

I cut an split our wood a lot,
but I say the "F" word too,
an I can cook most ANYTHING,
especially a stew!!

Emmmm, emmm yummy!

an I don't have a lot of friends,
but the few I have are true,

If you  really wanna know-
just what I'm really like,
well come up to Vermont -c'mon!
and we'll take a lovely hike,
or take snowmobile out in wintertime,
or catch a real big ugly pike,
or introduce you too my 6'8"
nephew -
who's name is little Mike,

I am so honest- genuine,
I love all people- same,
love is in my heart you see,
to me- it's not a game,
and life is what you make it,
so it's not about the blame,
an I no longer carry anger near,
or not any hidden shame,

I am a very gentle soul,
unless you cross me bad,
and even then I'd likely be,
only maybe sad,
I use my measures often too-
especially the "tad" : )

I think you'd want me in your corner-
I defend mine 'til the death,
an I will speak my certain truth-
until my last an dying breath,

Most days I feel misunderstood,
a curse I bear - alone,
I keep here pretty quite too,
an I like to be at home,

I guess I'm left of center,
NO didn't vote for stupid Trump,
I called him more than maybe twice,
an orange looking angry chump,

I have so many scars,
on my hands from workin hard,
I think I made clean money,
an now I am the bard,

Of a place I love the very most,
where I am my own queen,
and living every day here,
is nothing but a dream,
as I have come to realize,
things are never as they seem,

And we all need to learn,
to be present and to be,
okay with that,
as content is what I seek,

an until I am in total peace,
then I will write,
till the last word that I speak,

turning our truth-
into beautiful poetry.


Ma Cherie © 2017

Sky of falling ashes,
in clouds of constant grey,
oh my sun who shines so sweetly,
how he hides from me today.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Angel kisses fall downward,
formed from tears welled up,
in sparkling starlit eyes
their sadness rains light,
then they are born again,
into wishes,
and draped heavy,
onto a dark blue midnight canvas,
a crushed velvet curtain,
of twinkling white orbs,
blanketing my nighttime reality.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I was born a writer see,
an I feel it like a bone,
an I have so many stories yet,
and some skills I've yet to hone,

An I intend on writing long,
until my eyes no longer see,
an I intend to tell you here,
until my soul is free,

I am but a poet true,
with a story yet to live,
an so I will tell in words I share,
an my everything I give,

To the craft that we all
share in here,
in the Poetry an lines,
an for the faces of a people here,
in a light that ever-shines,

From those lovely shiny silver souls,
with such understanding hearts,
and yes such very brilliant minds,
an like poetry in flesh you know,
well it really takes all kinds,

Of such different types of people,
in those "classes" so they say,
yeah I am but a poet true,
and I'm glad I am today.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You too me,
are more than a friend,
I love you
I know that I could,
but stars don't appear outta nowhere,
an all things align as they should,

I assign myself to the moment,
whatever I find myself in,
I only want to be happy,
find the yang at last-
to my yin,

An you are really so shiny,
a lovely star in my eye,
won't you sit here with me now,
as you are a part of my sky?

Ma Cherie © 2017

Be pleasant,
avoid anger
at all and any cost,
it is the weakness
deep within us
that fuels the fire
to what is lost.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Death may come,
to some sweet souls
we know this -
much too quickly
there in a flash,
- in a heightened dash-
perhaps not even sickly,

Oh how that fate-
so mercurial,
it doesn't tell us -
so often why,
as we gaze in daze,
upon our solemn dead,,
an throw our hands up to the sky,
we ask of our dear stars above,
just why'd they have to go an die?

As we are really sad for only just ourselves,
we're just not ready to be done,
so stuck there in our bad goodbye,
still looking for the shining sun,
parting is such sweet sorrow
when it's with the only "one",

To leave the lovely Earth,
a blinking eye,
before to grasp a changing thought,
to look up in a changing sky,
for the answers dearly sought,
or even only wonder why,
it wiped away a life so fast,
and suddenly-
it seems for naught,

Her people they not with her now,
as she lay so broken and forlorn,
until the strangers come to call,
her death-
it was perhaps just a chance to warn,

To expire in a cul-de-sac,
as they circle 'round her now to grieve,
watching as they march as one,
to see the only way -believe,
believe me,
they come to only bid farewell,
not to punish or a bone to cleave,
as the body fails,
gone away - a binding heave,

As a rolling tube of rubber brings
about the ugly severed end,
and a hard black inflated reality,
it comes around the final bend,
barreling down on a tiny female life,
no hand to hold-
not one to lend,
but the birds they came,
with a message we should send,

Harbingers come in the quietus here,
they come to dance in sacred feather,
an some say rare and very strange,
and predictors of the coming weather,

I think that might be true, I do,
but what do circling wild birds
really tell?
circumnavigating the dead of Earth,
while in the sadness do not dwell,
and still I'm sure they are afraid of those tires,
but those fears they only quell,

They circle round to pay respect,
an she an enemy in their eye,
still they only ferry her,
an wish her home
a last goodbye,

A ritual of death and life,
performed before the alter,
a spirit sighs -a soul she dies,
her body could only falter,
death may come,
they fear it - not,
and I believe they still-
believe no hell is hot,

How?
How do these wild wild birds,
understand better than we,
some how?

Ma Cherie© 2017

I look at my friend,
and sadness drops an anchor on that heart,
I'm sure it's hoping to port here,
as tears well in her eyes again,
I ask "are you alright lady?"
an you probably,
know the answer was NO.

( My fur baby,
or as I believe-
a spirit animal,
my familiar -
but not for dark witchcraft,
ha, no,
this is just...a ....story ....yeah, a story,
about my Tanley cat )


Cooking dinner oh boy, meatloaf-
chorizo sausage, pork an beef,
and I am distracted in every way,
I refuse to make something that's not,
delicious an with the right ingredients,
anything is possible,
now exhasted and sipping wine-
why he just climbed right up my leg!
"Ouch guy!" as I pull him off my jeans,
looking over at her,
still emotional,
while trying not to seem rude,
"he's so strange"  I chuckle warmly,
I pat his sweet furry head,
and shake my finger at him-
no no darling kitty,
go wait there in your bed.

She forces some kind of smile,
then I look at his eyes,
and he just looks -confused.

I pat his sweet little head again,
rub his chin and pick him up,
I'm just too busy with nightly chores,
to listen to his heart-
at present,
so I walk over to Melissa,
and rub a feeling hand over her back,
trying any words of reason,
but reasoning with a tumultuous heart,
is sometimes impossible,
I know, from experience sigh
I know little Tanley cat
you want to help and I'm sure we will,
I feel her an his angst.

A half hour later, or so-
as my routine feet amble across,
the old an quite cold hardwood floor,
over to a chair against the wall,
where Melissa and the roommate Tom sits
at the bar still playing cards,
a pleasantly surprising game of rummy
though she still can't see in that tunnel,
I make my way,
over to a chair and sit -
at looooong last,

Ahhhhhh....a very deep breath
as eyes close fractionally,
and I sigh deeply for,
taking a well deserved pause,
as my latest invention bubbles,
eagerly in the oven -
as I have still to feed everyone,
Lil Tanley comes to my feet with an offer,
I look down and nod for him,
to come up
and he gladly obliges.

Now I love animals,
I always have,
but I've had few in my adult life,
mostly as a child or teenager as,
my living pods didn't allow,
for such wonderful critters,
smiles

I have always thought myself,
to be- somewhat at least,
awake to my life maybe,
but I suppose,
awake doesn't always,
equate to being aware,
and awareness is the thing,
that taught my heart to share.

While life being such as it is,
I didn't have many,
opportunities to learn
much worldly wisdom
other than what we knew-  
these little furry spiritual souls
are already enlightened,
gratitude is what I think they hope to earn,
soft and sweet sometimes,
always independent,
little tiny furry sentient beings maybe,
well sounds crazy, I dig,
but I think so anyway-
an here's only part of why.

Tanley had been waiting,
an meanwhile-
we had considered adoption,
somewhat early,
for what we thought,
so shortly after the death of Spanky,
my first really close spirit animal,
the others I hadn't allowed
for time or space,
some touched my heart- but Tantan?
he's the manman,
he knows his special place,
he is a pure heart-
that I know well,
he attached himself with a needle
and thread to mine,
maybe an ancient spell was cast,
not a bad one,
if so- this is all good,
I have a warm relationship with my spirit guides these days-
didn't always understand
that part to well,
I'm not "psychic" -
maybe sensitive and very easily tuned in-
my empathetic antennas going off,

An let me again stress,
this cat is very special,
chosen for us,
I am certain of it,
and he is just so unique-
an I know I know,
like every mom says,
and it's not completely -
understood either,
by anyone -
well he is cute and soft,
but everyone,
an I mean EV-er-Y-OnE,
comments on his "beauty"
- drawn in moth to flame like,
I have seen many adult lost-
totally mesmerized
four at once for over an hour,
all participating in his fun.

He is like a newborn gift,
just weeks young he came-
not now but 5 months old,
infusing all our hearts with simple joy,
he helped us bear the Winter's cold,
from the amazing connection,
we ALL so obviously share,
an Lil Tanley he so wants to care,

Now my Tanley cat looked at me again,
then her, though this time -
persistent like,
in parroted movements,
repeating his message
though I am still resistant, apparently,
until the emergency emotional bulletin,
comes through and BINGO-

Oh, now I get it boy!
Then suddenly I realized,
he wants to comfort and to help her!

Alright go ahead I hearten his request,
as he is hesitating though not wavering,
patiently, and sweetly waiting,
for her soon acknowledgement,
I say to them all-
" He wants to help, just look"
and I pat him again,
"go on now" he looks again,
at all parties, inquisitively,
she looks at him
all her insecurities prominent,
but softly her heart eases -
he stretches from my knee,
to her upper arm,
her comfort means he pleases,
outstretching paw like feelers of hope.

She smiles a teary thanks,
silently in her head,.
I can hear it with my heart,
and **** it all to hell sometimes,
that hearing -
some parts of a heart
you rather not know,
but his I listen to gladly,
and I see him rock,
back and forth like an,
Olympian runner trying to save,
someone and maybe who knows,
perhaps we lived in another life,
together I wonder,

Maybe somewhere in beautiful,
and ancient Greece together,
as he always does this just before,
he jumps, one, two - up we go,
onto her left shoulder and finally,
he finds his warm perch.

Ever since first night we got him,
just 8 new weeks old -
too soon I know -
but my poor heart wanted him,
to be with his family which is us,
he desperately needed to find his home,
still big for his age and not sad,
well adjusted was this furry strange,
and wonderful little misfit,
the one the other lady didn't want
and not suffering his momma's loss,
too awful bad at least.

Tanley cat went straight to his employment,
taking very seriously his task,
with such concerted effort,
it's not as if I ask,
as he willingly and unselfishly performs,
a dazzling balancing act
- a feat of his desperation to stop,
sadness and his ugly friend depression,
as he is purring,  
and trying to groom her lovely hair.

He burrows his head into her hair,
bunting her sweetly,
showing he's in love,
giving it his best effort,
looking at me for approval,
he has every bit of it,
and all of the attention,

A warm smile finally breaks the spell,
my heart feels that anchor weight lift
in all our amusement,
as  he burrows into her neck,
looking for some small reward,
for that solace gifted,
as she gratefully giggles a tiny bit.
and a wee little light seeps in,
through a teenie hopeful crack,
in sweet tired dark sad eyes
I see a glimmer of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Thank you fighting Irish,
for standing at my side
and I will do the same for you-
as I share in Irish pride,
it's time for every Irish heart,
to come out from where they hide,

We have come amazing distances,
from oppression at our throat,
and we wear some real
deep battle scars,
in an Irish fighting coat,
as we sailed in ships from an irish loam,
as we sailed
in freedom's boat,

All we came -
to this place
yeah we all came the same,
an our happiness-
it was the goal,
in our knowledge
that all hard work pays off
well so knows the diamond
from the coal,
and happy is the little fish,
finding comfort in a shoal,

An it's tattooed on our skin to see,
on an Irish skin so fair,
and in every Irish freckle seen,
it marks connection that we share,
an I don't have to guess at all,
how much my Irish Brothers care,
it's never too much to measure in,
the familiar things we bear,

The same for Irish sisters too,
and all of any other race,
as we are all connected true,
in all the light and colored face,
the color of your skin does not,
provide one with their grace,

We all can be some
Boondock Saints,
like my badass Irish kin,
we all share our connection deep
down below the earthly skin,
to think that what you do -I do
if you do wrong,
then I too "sin"
an we should not be fighting here,
if we join hands-
then we all win,

So I send an Irish blessing
to help you on your way
an I know that you don't need it
but I hear the bagpipes say,
that we have still much work to do,
before we all can hear it play
so as I get down on a bended knee
and again this morn' I pray,

And yeah some hands
were made for fightin'
all defendin' Irish wing
well I hope St. Christopher
he stay with you
until the final ring,
and bring a comfort
to your heart anew,
the kind that only real love bring,

I hope it finds you well
and happy -
an you be contented with your life
an I hope that all are grateful,
for every child, man and wife,
the best time to count your blessings
is when you're knocked down hard
with strife,

So I am sending you my Irish love
I sing laughter
- living mirth
to spread the seed so wide,
an defend from hell
on  Earth,
returned we are to innocence,
returned in death from birth,

I pray for all a peace to come
that one day all will know
just exactly what it's all been truly worth.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Why is poetry so easy to write
when you're really really sad?
Boy when the tears they come again
my muse he will be glad,

Becuz today I'm not that way at all,
well I'm feeling only happy,
so the muse he's gone elusive still,
an my writing rather sappy,

But I will write again I'm sure,
still I pray he let me be,
I want to be a poet true,
though one who's heart is free.
.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You say in order to
move forward,
I must comply
with your said,
way.

Yet it is not a matter of forward love,
or that I MUST ever stay,
we are both moving forward,
it always seems the way,
as I am sure the sun
will shine so bright that day,

The day you take my hand
and we step into the sea,
where you crash
with me the waves,
and then suddenly we're free,
just take my hand-
my soul,
please come with me and be,
I am the mirror to your soul
just look and you will see

Though it is up to you -
my love,
together or alone,
how we travel on ahead
solus or as one,
I am yours eternalized,
beyond my body dead.

Ma Cherie © 2017

It's hard to build a fire right,
with no tinder-
very true,
but not so for the poet
who's smoke and cinder,
through an through.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Love is a fire,
finally caught,
an like a kite taking wind,
it's not something that's bought,

It's that most breathless feeling,
the kind that is sought,

An from the heart of the poet
that love
freely taught.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I love you very much,
but I'll keep it real real short,
you are my everything you know,
so think before abort.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Here's the thing hate and prejudice,
are both learned behaviors.

I don't believe we were ever birthed,
that way -not from our inception,
from whatever God you pray,
or what you believe in,
because that is-
you doing you
an well I really gotta wonder who
just who am I to say,
what the hell is just so right anyway?

And what about all those religions,
that all say we turn into angels?

We already are then no?
On the inside?

An maybe we don't have the wings to fly,
or maybe we got too much pride,

Whatever the case is,
but when you're walking down the street and another soul is kind and good
they will smile at your spirit,
and you will smile back-
knowing that
you are the same.

There is always that forced smile with the cashier who has a grimace and you know it's just because she's having a bad day,
I smile at her and,
I do it anyway.

And I also believe that I can recognize a bad soul one who is a part of the lost people.

So very..... sad to me.

Sentient souls sing in churches,
but they sing outside of them too.
If we open our hearts we can see.

We learned hatred as a need because of survival in dark times.

So what makes someone wise in old age?
Awareness and in the ability to harness it.

Because anyone has been super aware can feel that it's overwhelming.
I was never aware,
-enough -
and then it all came and -
struck like a hammer.

And I should know a lot about building
and hammers -
as my father was a carpenter.

An wasn't Jesus so?

Even if you don't buy into religion,
there is many valuable things
in his teaching to know.

Many compassionate words
to encourage,
however,
in my point of view,
to open to subjective opinions.

Anything with that confusing,
of translation-
  to me anyway is open
for too much interpretation.

I know personally,
when I have read passages in the Bible,
  it's like poetry-
everyone takes something
different away, no?

I am my own church
and I share it with my family,
an we all are our own Gods in our hearts.

My father was Native American mostly.

Grew up in Vermont all his life-
he was raised dirt poor and came up
from nothing.

His father was sort of worthless-
you might say not a bad person
he just didn't like to work and was pretty abusive. I saw him soften as a grandfather but never really turn into the beautiful soul he could have been. He stayed locked in that hatred in a death dance. I hope his spirit is free now that he has found forgiveness for his life.

My father grew us up different he did not ever abuse his children he worked all his life as a carpenter. Refinished three houses in all his years for us they were all very beautiful. Sometimes working for others and sometimes himself- sometimes the foreman sometimes the boss. He worked 14 hours if he had to including a 2 hour drive. They were very rarely sick days because he didn't get paid for them and even a few occasions he worked out of state and came back and forth on the weekends, anything to keep his family's table full of love.

We shared what we had with so many people- a woman who had M.S. -my uncle who had heart surgery- my brother's girlfriend who became my foster sister -
an Italian exchange student- my friends, neighbors, relatives and strangers
my father well, he knew the dangers
the list goes on too,
there was always always food for everyone.

He endured much prejudice in his own life mostly as a youth, yet again in the Army
but poor hearts are strong though.
Father was a homebody an kind of,
a loner in a way like me I know sometimes I can feel completely alone in a room full of people nothing worse than feeling completely misunderstood as I imagine he did too. I miss him more every single day now that I realize this.

He was a wonderful soul with a fierce spirit there was nothing that he wouldn't try to fix for you whether it was your truck, or your... heart. ❤

I believe I was always a good, decent, intelligent kind person. However I was still kind of lost in my own selfish instinct. Almost everything we do is born out of selfishness the acceptance of that reality is what makes it easier to be happy and contented even in the worst of circumstances . When I cook for others I to cook for myself and I take a great deal of pride in it. I also give it all my heart and hand it to every bit of my brain.

So to me maybe it's not for every boy there's a girl- maybe...just for some.
Maybe when we choose to come here,
when we get into a certain body it just doesn't feel right, maybe we're just not attracted to the people they say we should be. Maybe there's a lot more gay and bisexual people in what we realize- seeing how again, being strictly heterosexual in my opinion is another learned behavior. One that eventually has caused some people to end their life because of the torture they endure I wonder how it feels,
to think you need a "cure"?

Two species were created - however that happened -as a male and female,
are we so sure -certain,
that we're attracted
to the only opposite *** ?
My father taught me anyone who is so certain is dangerous.
Maybe souls just recognize their counterpart in another

Yes perhaps we see with our hearts,
the beautiful soul and kindred spirit behind their mysterious and familiar eyes
we see the beauty deep inside,
finally relieved- we can recognize
that life...is OURS to live.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I have so many musings
my hands they are complaining,
cuz I can't get them all right,
an so quickly jot them down,

An I feel that I'm connected,
to all my friends and my dear neighbors
an all that I can hear is just is that sound!

Of sweet snowflakes as they're falling,
in the silence sweet n pure,
an so softly as I hear them,
touch the ground,

An soon I'll imagine,
oh a winter wonderland,
in a covering in all you see around,

Those lovely floating wisps,
are so intricate-amazing
those parachuting sprites,
here they abound!

If you ever catch one close up,
well you really really oughta,
cuz the labyrinthine in sight
it will astound!

They are happy little ships afloat,
with an octagonal shape,
landing on all  life,
once sorely browned,

Every child and adult,
is now looking up in awe,
as there smiles turning up ,
instead of frowned!

I thought that I was lost,
an I'd never get to see,

but in poetry it seems-
that  I am found!

Ma Cherie © 2017

Just because to love,
someone completely,
is not an easy thing to do,
it is no good reason,
to stop doing it all.

Ma Cherie © 2017

To hear the song they called "Hello",
it whispered me your sweetest heart,
I always knew I wanted you,
though not of where,
and when to start,
an it's not I'm a stupid girl,
cuz really I am pretty smart,

I acted shy - I really was,
I didn't know of very many things,
but I could hear the music well,
an that lovely sound it always sings,
in a strange familiar comfort to,
to my heart it always brings,

I laid upon your chest back then,
I melted heavy in your charms,
I yearned for your embrace just so,
and the safety of those comfy arms,
I thought that you protected me,
to keep me from impending harms,

Your gorgeous hair in wavy browns,
as handsome golden streaks just shine,
I look at you my wonderment,
I thought "he loves me" boy of mine,
your heart just speaks our memories,
I thought you were just so divine,
so when you said hey baby
you are lookin' mighty fine,

Those eyes of deer you caught me hard,
I never really stood a chance,
so from the age of thirteen's kiss,
to the last -
our fading dance,
the memories they linger on,
of time I once,
I held romance,

We both then shared a language deep,
different though we were inside,
we carried fears in pocketfuls,
we hid safe away with stupid pride,
back then there wasn't any need,
or anyplace we'd need to hide,

I so remember the wedding well,
and we did it on a lover's whim,
I saw the tears well up in eyes,
an your heart it sung the sweetest hymn,

Your arms they were my church to pray,
a sanctity we only knew,
an from a glance we stole the chance,
and what a lovely flower grew,
I went with you just everywhere,
cuz everywhere that thing it blew,

I heard that thing it called me home,
and now my feet just wander,
instead of loving you I guess,
I love instead the yonder,
so as I look at you and reminisce,
my heart it just grows only fonder,

I thought we were together then,
the sun it smiled as you did,
I guess I've always loved you,
always boy,
back ever since,
I was a skinny kid,

But I was but young maiden then,
soft kisses how they startled so
I guess you want it faster still,
for now I have to let you go,

You came again back at nineteen,
you wouldn't ever leave my door,
I was now more ready to,
for true love to touch -explore,
you were everything I'd ever want
everything and so much more,

Though time is the real grand illusion,
shiny things turn sometimes dull,
sometimes things are really high,
no comfort in the times of lull,

I was then a youngish mother,
an I was always still your wife,
though there would never be a third,
it seems my ever-darling,
that I will love you all my life.


Ma Cherie © 2017

Love me hate me
leave me date me,
won't you ever decide?

Tease me bait me,
take me fate me
don't you any pride?

Stay me late me,
tie me gate me,
forever keep me locked inside,

I am just a willing prisoner,
shackled in these iron chains,
******* of the heart,
always kept in the dark,
a victim to your hoax,
a willing patsy to your crime,
tied eternal to your damaged and broken soul.

Ma Cherie © 2017

His morning sun just cracks awake,
up an at 'em she crows happily,
looking down on him gawking,
so cozy in that lazy plush bed,
while soft yellow lush sunshine,
says "wake up you sleepyhead"
as she rests easy on his shoulder,
as it blazes through,
and her fury getting bolder
burning holes in his tired brain,
and yeah it does make him happy,
sometimes regardless,

Of where and when,
all things same or not,
save for presently,
this sunshine is burning hot,
where he sits pensive,
in this melancholy morn,
as that sunshine is trying,
her heart it must be torn,
and in her torrid,
and dear desperation,
in a friendzy guy kinda way,
acting crazy just to stick around,
just a chance to have him,
take a grasp the bright,

And shiny illusion she's trying,
to force on him -
molesting his memories,
caressing with spindled refractions,
offerings of her warmth to shade,
truth slipping through,
the complex damage,
created rifts maze his mind puzzled,

Faulty places they say,
probably weakly built with no real,
chance of a brighter day,
no access to better materials,
some doubt his sincerity,
maybe it's just his way,
flawed in creation possibly,
fractured by grievous trauma,
definitely he's affected though,
by the endless seaming drama

What could it be this haunting,
an unbearable long buried truth,
to uncover it to daunting,
or perhaps a recently breached,
mausoleum of memories,
was looted in hate forming,

That creature lurks behind corners,
sneaks up to scare even the bejesus,
tapping him on his shoulder,
softly darting away and back,
eyes BULGE like he's looking at money,
or high on his other white lady,

Light now curving,
becoming more seductive as the day pains,
in the tempting sun's light,
remaining and creating,
a silky dark silhouette,
moving in a lovely shape,
in a shape shifting pirouette,

Beautiful dark ebony woman,
shadows form enchantresses,
sirens in traces of old wolf,
grey skies drift in the air,
of smoking cigarettes and ****,
an he's high flying too on these,
as nicotine-stained tongues burn,
wishing for the night,
his heart will always yearn,

Before he's feasting heavy,
being a glutton for punishment,
savoring thoughts on what never was,
as his alter ego now dances,
seductively for her daylight,

In an iota of darkness expanding,
blots and traces of ink stained,
hearts with crackling finish,
pigments revolving and rotating,
a ghostly apparition appears,
diluting the light forever,
and alleviating any fears,

Terrified though he is so still,
it looked so nice outside,
and now it seems she's broken,
down his only needed will,
who could have known this,
everyone is about their day,
he's so haunted and alone,
an that shiny lady has gone away,
as this heavenly highwayman,
has come to find a home,
a real menacing spector of yesterday,
just takes completely over,

He realizes and submits,
to the possession of his body,
forever becoming his shadow,
to wear it well that's too gaudy,
better to be who you were -once,
than nothing at all,
he figures looking into the mirror,
at his new "normal"
and gratefully bowing down,
to the cold truth of his life.

Ma Cherie  © 2017

I looked through their eyes,
I bled their blood fast,
I was their sacrifice too.

I believed in their lies,
that flowed like a flood past,
oh an all their "good" advice yeah true,

I heard their goodbyes,
an was dragged through the mud last,
an I lost my own "you",

Then there you were,
a wonderful change,
in the pattern of the weather,
an intoxicating scent wafts,
I see a bird with the SAME kind of feather,

I see-
my souls home flies,
in a soft lilac breeze,
on swift sweet vanilla skies,
it was then I knew for sure,
they must have heard,
my endless lovers cries.

Ma Cherie © 2017

To live a life only vicariously,
is to be blinded to the beauty of it.

Ma Cherie © 2017

White and blue now move to orange,
in flames that lick the tempting air,
dancing round a burning fire,
lost in thought- without a care,

Gypsy hearts they move in rhythms,
as fire builds with stomping feet,
the wafting smell of soft patchouli,
hints of savory with the sweet,

Tousled locks they flow on shoulders,
as arms and hands are lifted high,
clapping, moving to the pulses,
hearts are upward to the sky,

Many nights with many dances,
to dance before Aurora's throne,
as magic colors still transforming,
in sky of midnight - moon of bone,

To dance with many or to dance alone,

It doesn't matter -
just dance.

Ma Cherie © 2017

We all need food,
to feed our souls-
choose wisely.

Ma Cherie  2017

A smile hides the searing pain,
pushed up close an cheek to cheek,
her love for him she gives in vain,
a knotted throat she mustn't speak,

People see just what they want,
a beauty with a smiling face,
she hides the bitter truth behind,
her well lit eyes of tempered grace,

It's not she doesn't love him,
she adores his every wrinkle,
it's just she doesn't see the same,
her eyes no longer twinkle,

Hopes they daily deeper go,
to places that she'd rather hide,
she dare not even mention them,
too many minutes to abide,
wanting her to go again,
an not be at his beckon side,
to stay is wrong you say,
does she not have any pride?

She's in the same place over,
an over again-
it seems,
it's Groundhog day,
so she reaches out a tired hand -
again and dreams,
as the alarm again will play,

Her dreams are but a distant place,
a summit she can't reach,
a shore to call her heart back home,
a hauntingly familiar beach
with some shells around her ankle,
an scarring from blood-******* leach,
painful is the bite you know,
her freedom brought by what it teach,

With her toes beneath-
the wave of coming fortune,
the one he says that cleanses all,
as it dies before it gets to her,
well she thinks that thing has got some gall,

She takes a calming moment,
and the deepest poet's sigh,
as she is ever grateful,
this is not her sad goodbye,

Thankful she was watching,
with the other useful eye,

Safe from certain disaster,
watching the angry wave,
dissipate unto it's own oblivion,

an blessed she can still see -
with her eyes completely shut.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Your heart is but a frozen berg,
of ice to never thaw,
the tip of it your poison pen,
though I can see a tiny flaw,

Shrouded in mysterious mist,
and cracking on the surface,
I approach you now to have a look,
though feeling kind of nervous,

A mountain made by falling tears,
eternally but cold inside,
you've been frozen far too long,
where only now does ice reside,
you see your fate it must be sealed,
bound eternal by your pride,
you see no other way I know,
no other way for you to hide,

An so my magic I must wield,
to call for you a power rare,
to dance in flowers of the field,
to dance again without a care,

I petition to my sky above,
for cracks again yet to be healed,

I call a deity of ice and snow,
you need a little light,
so again-
a flower grow,
even in the dark of night,
so it will melt before you know.

Even at the sweet request,
of ticking time.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You can bite me hard
I will pet you back.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Tell me will you poet?
tell me sweetly in my ear,
tell me of your darkest sin,
and of your hidden fear,
then I will tell it back to you ,
and jot it right down here,
so tell me if you go with it ,
just what you wish to hear?

( I'm listening )

I can tell you that you're perfect,
that you're nice as nice can be,
an I'll tell you that I am your friend,
that you have a friend in me,

( ugh...not so much )

I'll tell you-
you're the handsomest,
as handsome as a star,
the dreamy one from childhood,
who lives somewhere a far,

( I wish... )

I'll tell you that you're wonderful,
that you're honest -
and you're sweet,
an I'll be at your beckon call,
just waiting at your feet,
I will be the sweetest girl,
that you will ever meet,

( Oh boy )

I'll curve the pretty world you view,
an distort it if I must,
tell me will you poet,
are my words the ones you trust?
I can tell a sad goodbye,
or sheets we tangle up in lust,

( ....uh..notta chance, but-)

I can tell of heated passion,
of heated lovers in the night,
while some have heated *******,
some others have a fight,
either way with all that heat,
there's hope they both ignite,
an when you cut your own hand off,
it's only YOU-
you spite,

( OK don't get pissy )

So I can kiss you with my paper,
I can caress you with my pen,
I can leave you feeling anxious love,
or I can leave you feeling zen,
I can be beside you there,
just name it where and when,

( hope not tho )

I can mention that you're genius,
just the smartest guy I know,
except for when it comes to love,
and then it's all for show,
or I can just omit that part,
so no one ever know,

( I'm sure you'd prefer that )

I can tell you any fake thing,
so sweetly in your ear,
it may not be the truth though,
and there in lies the fear,
if I tell you only truth then,
when I'm drawn in really near,
then tell me will you poet,
what should I say my dear?

( oy vey )

Because some objectified objects,
well they have opinions too,
and flattery gets you no where see,
even if these facts I say are true,
it's only in a certain light,
when you tip it all askew,
so that everyone can finally see,

The real "beauty" there in you,
as it all comes out,
now so clearly into view,

And I wonder why would I-
ever waste a single precious breath?!

Ma Cherie © 2017

A fire it slowly rages,
as the ember it just,
a c h e s,
a sign of her reminders,
of the long and past mistakes,

In a jar above his mantle,
only ashes of her remain,
a small but stark reminder,
of the love she gave in vain.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Skies are covered,
in that dreary cloudfilled gray,
the sun he hides his lovely self today,
his light has gone-
for now away,
an now-
is gloomy in his place.

I know his light,
will come to me on another day,
again the birds in song will sing I pray,
when I will dance again,
as my sweet memories,
as they again replay,
as a smile comes to my face.

I wish to rest my heart.
so there has to be another way,

for my stupid gypsy heart,
it simply-
it just cannot stay,

And so-
the war between my older and wiser soul,
and my youthful spirit -

Apparently has begun.


Ma Cherie © 2017

I wonder,
shall I beg,
get down on tired knees,
offer myself,
in some endless hopeful pleas,
an offer all my earthly possessions too?

Because I will,
you know it's true
I am yours,
and all my things are ours,

How do I know you are the "one"?

Because my love-
you are the shining of the sun,
you know very well,
my spirits source of fun,
and I,

I know beyond the shadow,
of a single lonely doubt,
so from the highest spot-
of the highest high up mount,
an for you I will yell it,
in my voices loudest shout,

I am NOTHING without you ❤

Ma Cherie © 2017

You kiss me in the darkness,
an you save me in the light,
I guess I'm gonna need it,
if you take me in the night,

I want to gently caress you,
to caress your beautiful face,
I want to caress your beautiful body,
and then again I can retrace,
and take myself,
back to our most special place,
I am so comfortable,
in our sacred and beautified space,

I love the yummy sounds you make,
as I touch against your softest skin,
we're moving together there as one,
it mustn't be- to love a sin,
let us do this now,
and then, let's do this all again,

You tip me back caress my neck,
an take a
n i c e ...
looooooooooooooNg
sooooFttt
kiss,
oh what the heck,
I close my eyes again,
an return me to my bliss,

Where I dream about you again.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You are a spectrum of danger,
thrown out on the battle field,
a molecular dark riding ranger,
and it's not like a fire,
or a sword that you weild,

A molecular biology occurring in dark,
I,
I can't think in this way,
a bonding of agents-
to fuse from a spark,
creating raw chemistry,
it's why I want you to stay,

Microelectronicmechanical bits spawn,
under such dangerous conditions,
I eagerly anticipate the coming of dawn,
my knees fall weak again,
as you break down more inhibitions,

Sweetly I just can't resist,
despite all the effort I give,
I tip my neck back - as I enlist,
and relish the moment occurring,
an still I hope that I'll live,

No way to fight in this passion,
no one else to come rescue me,
been too long with a ration,
a twinge of unhinged desire,
I close my eyes,
adjusting to see,

It's a magnetism in chemical vibration,
from lack of sweet frequency to come,
an even from deep satiation,
I inhale a last - b r e a t h,
as all my defenses- undone,

I open my eyes an you're gone again,
along with the shining of sun,

As I lay covered - head to toe
in your weaponized Smartdust.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I hear a subtle whisper,
and it sends my spine a chill,
I hear the same old song play,
the one that bears me ill,

I look for other signs of,
you here within these walls,
I listen for the sound of,
your voice as darkness falls,

I feel a gentle breeze go,
so sweetly by my face,
then move the lovely flowers,
left in our favorite vase,

I watch a lovely night bird,
glide swiftly to my sill,
I so dearly want to touch him,
to not-
against my will,

I will always look for you dear,
down these empty halls,
I will always hear your sound love,
as true love always calls,

I know your shadows dancing,
it moves in perfect grace,
your images of leather,
are bound in ancient lace,

You dance upon these walls here,
an in every sacred place,

A heart can possibly ever keep.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Why do my words matter,
to you at all?

Why do you love my face?

Because you don't see me,
anymore,

Not even in my state of loving grace,

Why wear my hair that way-
or this?

No way we can return to pure love bliss?

Why wear my lipgloss,
when I ain't gonna get a kiss?

Not the way I wanna,
get-
get one real...
oh so soft and wet,
oh yeah,
yeah you bet,

Emmm,
soooo soft and ****,
purrr purrr purr,
touch me
want me,
an take me in a blur,

Take me back-
to the way we were,

We can get lost on high delight,
hold me baby-
hold me nice an tight,
stay with me for at least tonight,

I am just a girl,
underneath this exterior,
after all.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Thank you for visiting my memory,
thank you for just dropping by,
replaying that day -
yet again,
repeating in vivid technicolor,
the last long an sad goodbye,
I don't have a single tear though,
as none are left for me to cry,

Predictable,
like a broken record,
how, when an mostly why,

My bedsheets are my torture,
I smell you - an I feel you too,
I twist and turn just ALL night long,
so terrible an so sadly very true,

Well I guess I'll never know those answers,
but if you're bad memories they never fade,
if you never let me let you go,
if my debt is never really ever paid,
if at the alter,
if I am always, always laid,
I can't do that-

Just please stop the technicolor,
dream parade,

Becuz if you never stop haunting my sleep,
you know baby I am not sheep,

I may never get any,

Because I will never be able,
to find real love again,

I'll be much too busy -
out howling -
and baying at the stupid, stupid moon.

Ma Cherie © 2017

You are my sisters, my neighbors,
my lovers, my friends,
my brothers my cousins,
on whom all depends,
my fathers, my girls, my homies-
my men,

An I'm here to celebrate that fact,
if only society to partake in this pact,

We all share our blood-
by our will - or by chance,
we are connected like dots,
in an eternal dance,

Next time you are feeling,
all ugly and angry-
imagine that lady your Mother,
or maybe the homeless guy,
down on the corner-
imagine that he is your brother,

Would you walk by,
an never look down?

Would you say hi,
yo- what's with the frown?

Or just keep on walking,
just straight into town,

To end with the cry,
HEY just turn around!!!

Right here is a hand -
an I'll help - if I can,
I know it's all part,
of some great master plan,

You know-
between us and the universe-

An don't worry WE got you.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Look out of any window,
an you might not see the sun,
you might just crave dear warmpth,
when each day is fine'ly  done,

From those rays that shine above us,
now a written sky in prose,
look out of any window though,
you might not see a rose,

Though the daylight should still show,
a glimmer through the dark,
to fade through even darkest clouds,
just a tiny bit of spark,

Offers in minute increments of hope.

Ma Cherie © 2017

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

Beautiful sunrise beautiful day,
I long to see your eye,
beautiful sunset and beautiful night,
I wish to stop the cry,

Beautiful moment- beautiful memory,
stay within the now,
beautiful sun- beautiful life,
a gift to show us how,

Beautiful birth- beautiful pain,
and all time in between,
beautiful death and beautiful truth,
our spirit new and clean,

Every day a lovely chance,
for beautiful you - beautiful me,
tell in words of a hearts dance,
make for the beautiful we,

Beautiful time- beautiful gift,
days are always numbered,
beautiful rays - beautiful lift,
we live on unencumbered,

A beautiful mind, a beautiful home
make for domestic bliss,
beautiful woman - beautiful man,
locked in eternal kiss -

I'm yours and you are mine,
  
As our lives,
are always,
inextricability,
intertwined.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Many moons,
have passed over my headpiece,
as you leave me behind,
in moondust & ashes each night,

You collect on the bookshelves,
I keep here,
collecting on hearts with your light,
dusting my world with your beauty,
diminutives in bits of the white,

This is not the end of the journey,
 this a mere tiny part of the flight,
and I've not seen any more shiny,
or any star nearly as bright,

Though I am unable to see you now,
or touch your skin ever again,
or truly hear you with my ear,
I still miss you so my friend,

I know I cannot be near you now,
I cannot be where you are,
as you are but a twinkling light,
a brilliant & distant, star-

If it was not but for the moon dust,
my heart wouldn't,
be able to see you anymore either.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Candy kisses and flowers galore,
so much to wonder,
of what lies in store,
from saint valentine's,
bag of old tricks,

Gifts by the bundle,
and oh so much more,
I have a prediction,
I've been there before,
but I hope I'm the one your heart picks!

Ooooo please, pick me!

PLEASE just write me a poem,
an sing to my heart,
just sing me a sweet valentine,
or play me a tune,
write me verse,
just tell me that you will be mine,

Kiss me so softly -
       my lips,
they are waiting,
as I draw you in close,
to my breath,
I will love you so well,
no need for sweet flowers,
if only to celebrate death,

I've no need for the candy,
or wine for to drink,
I need just a moment,
a moment to think,

hold on a second here....

REALLY?
OK.... well,

As I awoke to a tragedy,
early this morn
on this,
on my saddest of day,
I'd come now to realize,
that I am awake,
and that your love,
has still gone away,
I guess this a game,
for some they can play,
or perhaps they have nothing,
else better to say,
why all the pressure,
why just today?

Alas,
my valentine is still so elusive,
he waits beyond where I grasp,
I put my hand to my heart,
in my weary,
as without him,
I only can gasp,

As I look down my chest,
for my locket-
my necklace,
to find I've just broken the clasp!

Ma Cherie © 2017

What do you mean to me?

Well,
you are my ability to see,
my vision of who I really want to be,
you know me, you show me,
to touch it, to love it,
to know it -my fear,
to feel safe with you,
year after year,

Now I can finally can hear,
and I stop to appreciate the smell,
of the roses -
with an intoxicating,
   and probably forgone spell,

As I say you really reach me,
to see deepness in the well,
you show me,
you always teach me,
in my sadness, you mustn't dwell,
you flatter and you preach me,
as my fears they all dispel,
to know you, to share you,
know  your
s  e  c  r  e  t  s
you never need to tell,
we know we're not bound,
for no heaven and no hell,
and yours and mine,
is no soul to try and sell,
as we tamper sad and past regrets
and your fears I hope to quell,
clean from life our sins and sweat,
and hey well that's just swell,

As you and I,
really trust no other soul at all,
you trust me,
an I trust you,
I'll catch you baby if you should ever fall,

So to show you how much I -
I truly care - it's true,
my valentine I say to thee,
on  bended knee,
  I DO,
honestly I do- I REALLY, I REALLY DO,
yes, I do, I do- I LOVE YOU too-
my skies are now and always blue,
we can find this love anew,
let's try, let's fly,

As long as you're around to hold my hand,
yes I'd wear a loving band,
to tie me to that heart-

You are my sunny Mr. Bright,
you brought your sun to my sky,
and who the hell needs Mr. Right,
you blind me anyway,
with that kind of  light,
unbind me from being wound to tight,
you find me - and then I'm right,
you mind me- in the deep of night,

As I go off  into all the vast,
and,
unknown
beautiful parts,
of your sweet and sacred loving heart,
and your shattered spirit,
couldn't even tear us apart,
don't you ever worry -
I GOT THIS

Thank you for helping me,
to help myself, to help me see,
allowing us ,
for you and I-
to be,
you are a such a beautiful mystery,
and thank you for our history,

I hope I help you too,
thank you for all that you will ever do,
I promise myself now to you
my heart from now forever will be true,
I hope we find the haunting silver lining,
we will relish in our discovering,
as daunting is our pining,
every day is so revealing,
as your sun is always shining,
the layers away we're peeling,
I finally see the gems we're mining,
every night with you so healing,
we can do it together-
we can kick the ceiling,
I guess I really do love this feeling,
of being totally lost in love,

You are like the ancient,
broken stone mosaics,
of a distant and intriguing,
Mesopotamia,

You are so very much more beautiful,
a broken shrapnel,
a piece of shard,
shining, stunning so brilliant,
a diamonesque,
I say,
the bard,
you're as pretty as those diamonds are,
but your heart not quite as hard,

These intense diamond-like stars,
they illuminate your shiny soul,
lovely mysterious and fragile,
you are infinitely more beautiful ,
than when you are seen as just a whole,

And so the beautiful artist that is you
is everything to the poet in me.

Ma Cherie © Feb 14 2017

A bubbling goodness,
and some simmering heat,
like the melting of heaven
that just can't be beat,
intoxicating wafts,
so sickeningly sweet,

In swirls of deep Cocoa,
and fresh Vermont cream,
my homemade hot chocolate,
is like sipping a dream,

A warm and delicious place to escape,
come in from the cold of the world,
in a ball on the couch,
where I sit and I sip,
with my cat where he is,
as he's curled,

He's up on my lap,
as I give him a pat,
on his thankful and sweet little head,
and I say that I'm thankful for all
and for our comfy warm little bed,
and I watch it snow - at last,

I listen to music that's alive in this place,
a friendly sweet smile comes to my face,

I say me a thank you,
to whoever will hear,
I hear comfort whispered again in my ear,
and I feel a beautiful moment of peace.

Ma Cherie © 2017

In OUR arms,
is the only place where WE exist,
in this single kiss,
we share a soul,
as we become bright for one another,
the light is our common goal,
in a flashing moment in time,
we hit there in our prime,
gas and dust,
diamonds and rust,
ExPLoDE
we collide,
feelings we can't hide,
bits form restless,
and because of your gravitational pull,

.. you become,
my entire world...
... all over again.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Imagine there's no Heaven,
it's easy if you try,
with no hell below us,
and above us only sky,

Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine no real difference
everyone sees the same
regardless of your skin tone
the only difference is a name

Imagine all the people living life as one

Imagine there's no countries,
it isn't hard to do,
and nothing to **** or die for,
and no religion too,

Imagine all the people living life in peace,

Imagine there's no hatred
no angry fingers blame
imagine no more bullies
no one to hide in shame

Imagine all the people living life with love

you,

You may say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one,
I hope one day you'll join us,
and the world will be as one,

Imagine no possessions,
I wonder if you can,
no need for greed or hunger
a brotherhood of man,

Imagine all the people sharing all the world,

Imagine no division
imagine holding hands
farmers and great leaders
protecting sacred lands

Imagine all the people
sharing all the food
you,

You may say I'm a poet
and I know
I'm not the only one
one day I hope you join me
and we can all live as one

Ma Cherie ©  2017

Will you be my valentine,
my sweetest lover dover?

Kiss me in the evening,
hiding neath the cover,

Of darkness coming quickly,
for morn' will come to soon,

Will you be my Valentine,
beneath a waxing moon?

Ma Cherie © 2017

Even the smallest of tree,
has an incredible,
and beautiful,
story,
of how it came to be.

Ma Cherie  © 2017