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 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
BarelyABard
I have to fill my lungs with cigar smoke.
                                                                    
                                            There can't be a drop left in the bottle at my feet.

                                      I just want to be...
                                                          
                                                             okay.


Though, in time,
                   I know everything
                                           will be alright
                                                          and I will smile
                                                                            at the universe,


I still taste the good parts of you on my tongue.

                                   I still feel your venom coursing through my veins.


                                            ...and I want you out.


I need to flush my body
until no trace
of your
ghost
remains.
The hardest part of letting go of someone horrible,
is that you always had such hopes for them.
He touches my hair
He held my hand
Oh stop with that glare
I just don't understand

Please stop acting as if you have feelings for me
You're making me fall for you even more
Don't tell me that you agree
Just tell me the truth, that's the only thing I ask for
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Pea
if
i'm beautiful
enough

maybe i
'd be forgiven

for being
such a weird
creature

maybe
my mind won't
matter anymore

or
the way i

stutter
would be

cute
or may-

be it will be
okay
to joke in

every ways no
one (in the

room) could
get
maybe

it won't matter
if i'm
not smart

enough
maybe i

can have more
scars and
still

be called
beautiful
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Ma Cherie
"I'm NOT going to tell you
this is NOT
JUST a test
like I tell ALL the rest

that it's ONLY
a test?
C'mon
you should know better"

I'm noticing this guy has a lot of ink
all over
and the darkest kind

"So it's NOT
Not an ordinary exam?
this ain't basketball tryouts?"
I ask...
"I just took a walk in the park
had a...
white
****** knuckle sandwich
I played pinochle
with the Old Man
rode in bear backed
like Lady Godiva...."

I heard
words &
Maniacal laughter
played by symphony  of demons
& smirking
violinists in the background

"I'll tell you it
is
in
FACT
a
TEST
****
a super difficult one..."
then

".....continue reading my contract...."

reading and absorbing
unfathomable amounts of learning
and yearning
with
excellent Earning Potential
requires a decent,
above average
genius IQ
i don't need anything
other than...
to
leave my heart behind
and any other angels
my set of wings
saved aside
this is just a ride
I tell myself
they cast him out you know
fallen Angel
and....no other Gods, Mommy, Daddy, deities....xcetera.

"logically it's been there all along
everyone hears me
not like you can IGNORE my voice
you've seen my ad...."

(a bony finger with a long sharp nail
points upward)...

"up there
you know where...
on the billboard in Times Square
i am 100% certain it was you"

and it is
here I am.
Okay, I'm in control...breathe
take a sip of moonshine first
shhhhh...
listen
a little chuckle

Lucifer continues....

"You can bring Conscience along
she has been cleared.. "
Loudspeaker coming on
"We repeat
this is NOT a Strong Storm warning
there won't be any arms waving
no lights like at the airport
telling you where to land
no hands outside the vehicle
or for holding"

A pause,
finally...in closing
he looks my way...saying

"You'll stop at the Crossroads
lose the shirt
see a
blinking Amber Alert
don't stop at the bar
no flirting....

look back
actually there's a poetic flood
it's coming
that 'deluge' of your
bloodstained Indigo ink"
filled paper
boats are
floating &
he is gloating
"you might refer to the Ark section
of your Manual
before it's time to go...."

I gather important
necessary documents
for example making sure my will is signed
on the dotted line
***** donor checked off
blood type
leaving all others behind
no certainty of any kind
may not return
from an
Unknown Destination
things tend to get worse
  before they get better
  grab a sweater
a bumpy ride
my friend
dragging those
    sharpened ink filled
       fingertips
       down a chalkboard...
       I  buckle up
   transportation provided
nausea subsided
here I go
down below
  "I thought
     I would
     always have to
      take you
       kicking......
        & screaming
        still saying the
        Lord's Prayer
        signed, sealed
          & delivered."
         I smile...
         nod ...
          I say
         "Yut...
           guess so"
            time to go
           getting up
            from a chair...
             & I swear
              I am
              walking
               out
                no
                room
                for
 ­                any
                 doubt.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Recently had a seizure in my sleep, had before during bad insomnia and anxiety....mixed with prescribed new medications in the study of Medicine
unknown reasons, it felt like I was pinned to the bed and I remembered something my Maternal Grandmother told me to recite the Lord's Prayer, she said there would be times when I would need it
and I have
  somehow I could do it even if I wasn't saying it sounded like I was trying to apparently.
I'm not overly religious
baptized Catholic, born again Christian
Native American dreamer...
but  I am very spiritual and it got me through that horrible thing whether it was a dream, a seizure or something else, prayer works.
"Our Father
who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come
thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but Deliver Us from Evil
And I believe there's an Amen
Some possible alternative endings ...
anyway thanks all :)
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Ma Cherie
Fan whirring
shirt shifting
cat purring
soul lifting

Guitar strumming
figs and cheese
night coming
more
....... please

I am clueless....
writing poetry?

Cherie Nolan © 2016
.....?
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Ma Cherie
Melancholy days
move in between
the leaves as
they blow
in the breeze

tiny snapping
birds are rapping
scurrying to prepare
before Winter
comes

All
too
soon
ablaze
Melancholy
Days in
the hot
summer haze
will crystalize
frozen treats

retreating
to become icicles
& snowflakes
patterned on the
Windows
to my Soul
I make an
OutlineD Heart
start with my quickened
breath and your name
without your Love
I am not the same
no shame...

It's a
Bittersweet
& Melancholy
tune I'm strumming
wearing your favorite
Bedtime Shirt
I flirt alone
awaiting such
a wonderful
Natural Disaster.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
I did not plan this pattern pretty cool though ;) my daughter put the curse on me and mentioned the four letter word
Sno...w....and I had to say bye to my friend for the evening. So a poem for them & you.
My beloved angel
One with
Radiant hazel eyes
Chatoyant like clusters
Of stars
On a moonless night

My beloved angel
One with
A warm sultry smile
As to tempt wary kissers
Commit mischief

My beloved angel
One with
A pristine voice
So fresh
As to wake the dead
From their desolate
Silent graves

My beloved angel
One with a vivacious voice
So euphonious
As to elicit
The descent of angels
Down unto earth

My beloved angel
One with
A melodious voice
So harmonious
As to leave one
In a daze
Just mesmerized
Whilst stars scintillate
Athwart velvet skies

My beloved angel
One with
A dimpled cheek
Giving way for onlookers
As to be hypnotized
Whilst stars scintillate
Athwart velvet skies

My beloved angel
One with
Bona fide pulchritude
Which brings about
Myriads of creatures
From across all environs
Surrounding her  
Gravitate towards her
As to crave
Such a ravishing queen

My beloved angel
One whose
Exuberant personality
Had me thrilled to bits
Vanished like whispers
In the wind
#Love   #Poem  #poetry  #stars
     #Hearbreak   #pulchritude
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Colm
Sourness
 Jul 2016 Siren Coast
Colm
Sourness escapes my lips,
Pulling tails around my waist,
Into my oldest shoes I slip,
Italian beasts from a bygone age.

My eyes are full of nothing today,
That is except for weariness,
And perhaps a little tiny streak,
Of something resembling  belligerence.

My clock was screaming out dismay,
And I displaced it on a whim,
Desperately searching for a way,
To snooze until a different day.

But no sirree that couldn't be me,
Because this morning I believe,
That I've too much reliability,
To let such sourness ruin me.
Some mornings... Haha
"Over, and over i wish for that perfect
come true.
Thinking of your mind, can i ever place it
in mine?
Days go by i forever see you in
my eyes as i look in every mirror.
Nights begins it's journey while i'm
left to worry.
Worry for that perfect come true.
Roses with their perfect pedals.
Waves with their mighty raw.
A sunrise followed by it's beautiful
set.
A skyline with your 50th story view.
So many "Perfect Come Trues"
Where are you."
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