Modern generation,
Creation of virtual reality,
But to me it seems like a fatality,
To human,
Why do we need this virtual world,
To make fairy worlds look real,
To experience something,
That can never be real?,
When i was a child,
Even i saw a world,
That could never be mine,
Even i could see clouds swirl and curl,
But i never used virtual reality,
I used my imagination,
The key for creation,
Why do we need fake stimulated worlds,
When u can create one in your head,
And travel it,
Expand it,
U can do whatever you want,
They may turn into dreams,
In your mind,
Any image you can beam,
Human imagination,
Is stronger than any creation,
Then why do we succumb,
To virtual reality,
Or is it humans have lost their imagination ,
And is heading for fatality

When i think about love,
Or watch it in a movie,
Or feel it in a song that's lovely,
I remember.........,
Remember the time,
When i was never lonely,
I could face life boldly,
I was fearless,
I was complete,
I remember,
Waking up to a text,
Saying good morning,
And that gives me the reason,
To wake up every morning,
I remember,
Every night,
I get a text,
After a bustling day,
On bed i lay,
And read,
"i love you" with a red heart,
It stings like a dart,
And i melt,
And all my problems have been dealt,
But then i remember...,
U are not here for me,
When i need u the most,
I sit here under a tree,
All weak and lonely,
I don't want to eat,
I am not complete,
Anger consumes me,
Emotions blind me,
Tears sting my eyes,
And i say to myself,
"i was stupid to believe",
And then i see her again,
With teeth as white as doves,
And i scream away,
This is what happens,
When i think of love!

There was a man,
Over the age of 40,
His dress was bland,
A shirt, a coat,
And pleated pant,
He stood on a bridge,
Overlooking the sea,
And was admiring it's beauty,
He stood there gazing across,
And wondering what mystery,
Lay beneath,
After a while its been,
Came along a boy,
No older than 17,
Teary eyed the boy stood,
With anger,
Consuming his mood,
The man made eye contact with the boy,
And saw a look in the boy's eyes,
A look with which he was familiar,
A look meaning the end was near,
A look..... Lost in the early years,
The boy looked away,
Into the sea,
This world he wanted to leave,
His body was trembling,
His fingers twitching,
The man read fear,
And hatred in the boy,
The man walked towards the boy,
And hugged him,
On his face was teary joy,
Somebody saved him,
Somebody cared,
The man held on,
Until the boy left him,
The boy left the man,
And walked away,
His spirits awaked,
The man continued looking at the sea,
This time wondering about with a sigh,
The biggest mystery,
Mystery of life!

Poets are assassins
Words wound and ****
Cut open arteries
Spilling life blood
Sharpening and refining words  
Honing them to a killing edge

Poets are sorcerers
Words; their incantation
Grammar; their arcane ritual
Sentences turn into spells
Transforming you into someone else
Teleporting you to a distant place

Few poets are prophets
Gifted and cursed with visions
Vessels to be filled
Conduits waiting for lightning to strike

Poets are codebreakers
Deciphering life's enigmas
Translating experiences into words
Skilled technicians
Finding the right words
For exactly the right moments

Two poets in love,

A natural disaster,
just waiting to happen...

Ah, yes,
I live in beautiful,
beautiful old Paris,
& as they say yes, yes,
oui oui,

Do you like my French accent Mon Cheri?

Well good.

You have your passport I take it?
Bags are ready?

Perfect,
so here we go,

Ahhhh yes,

Let me take you for a ride,
in a lovely old gondola,
through the beautiful & peaceful,
& placid canals of Venice,
the romance capital of the WORLD,

Or on a romantic moonlit stroll,
in the city of love,
hand in arm,
down some worn old,
cobble stone street,
heels click,
with a charming old lampost,
to kiss,
beneath,

Incredibly beautiful that Eiffel tower,

Or take you,
for a heavenly ride,
at the drop of a fateful hat,
you sit by my side,
we are drifting in a hot air barquilla,
yes,

Oui Mon Amour,
as pursed lips,
take careful sips,
of delicious red roija,
a candle burns,
as melting wax drips,
my heart just skips,
cheers my darling,
sampling one another's lips
& roving eager fingertips,

Quivering in a touch
& wanting so much,


This feels right, no?

Beautiful tastes,
of salty spicy Mahon,
from the Islands of Menorca,
tastes Europeans can appreciate,
& so can we
we can belong to the city,
and really it's such a terrible pity,
to stay in,
come along,
it isn't a sin,

The bright lights,
on the city's most tempting nights,
I'll take you to the highest heights,
relishing in the simple & sweet delights,
something we shouldn't fight,

I am right there with you,
like a twisting kite,
  kissing the wind,
just board that flight,

We are free in our wildness,
they say,
like Hemingway,
& his,
"Movable Feast"
I wanna taste this memory,
tonight,
like beauty & the beast,
I see you are so very beautiful,

As Pablo Nerada is gently,
nibbling on,
& whispering in my ear,
telling me, telling me
telling me,
of my most secret,
secret fear,

"You must give in to the night"

As you tip my neck back,
& come in for a slow attack,

"Like a Puma in the barrens of Quitratue"
stalking the night,
& your lover
loving her right,
& the stars,
as they are so brilliantly shining,
on blood you are dining,
try in vain to resist,
this feeling it always persists,

There's more,
I promise my love,

Wherever you wanna go,

I'll paint the way,
so whatta ya say?

Lay next to me in the sweet,
incandescent moonlight,

I would love for you,
to come along with me,
I would LOVE to love you,

Except I'm here,
I'm not there,
just take a little risky dare,
I just wanna say I'd share,
in something that I always swear,
I think that we'd be quite a pair,
no I guess isn't fair,
doesn't matter though,
cuz I don't care,

Being a poet,
it seems that I can take you,

ANYWHERE.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

gather up all the colours of your life,
hold on to your collection of stars,
so when the world decides to turn grey,
you can still find your rainbow in the sky,
no matter how dim the beam may be.

To the one whose hand I never held:

Thank you for letting me hold your heart instead, even when I didn't take care of it like it should.

To the one who called me brother and best friend, but never lover:

Thank you for making me part of your family when I didn't have a place to go.

To the one whose trust I shattered:

I'm sorry I took you for granted and hurt you when you made me smile.

To the one whose lips I never kissed:

Thank you for letting me love you
Even though you never loved me back.