"nolan" poems
Speaking of broken hearts
and mended fenced in mem'ries
I am painting skies
of tangerine, saffron
& an illuminated lilac hue
against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is
along with all the
other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky
And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds
Ice crystals freezing into supercooled
water droplets
Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers
..I hear them whisper, "hello"...
Blinding beauty
through unadulterated sunlight
I am fleeced like a lamb
watching in awe,
..in wonder
then stomping sounds
of coming thunder,
Finding depth and height
out in the stratosphere
Blinded by the
After Light
or afterglow
affected by the amount of haze
I'm in a daze
...as I am reaching
High above the fading light
of a brilliant early fall sunset
I take a big breath
of that sumptuous air
and twirl my skirted legs
my painted toes
where I know
I am back
to solid ground
Appreciating the last time
I say sleep well
to you my dear
summertimes sweet mem'ries
and the fun we had this year.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
"Courage is required to break the communication barriers of life."
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
i don't
even know him.
i only recognize his vitals
rapidly diminishing on
the screen before me.
i'm wrong, this is wrong,
everything is wrong.
i'm trespassing on
vulnerability.
he knows;
he gets it --
how this place
can make you
feel like hell
without even
trying.
if belief were among
my faults, indeed
it would **** me to
scroll again
(and again)
through artificial
papyrus, through
reeds and lights
and electronics;
because every
new click
brings another
wrench.
tug at the
heartstrings;
what heartstrings?
these leave nothing behind.
because of you,
i am destroyed.
i am assimilated,
i am protein.
because of you,
i am denatured.
turn down your flame, nolan,
there isn't enough fuel
for you to burn so
brightly
for so
long.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
"Dreams are my night time memories,
I will never forget."- May 2016 C Nolan
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
She don't like her eggs all runny
she thinks crossin' her legs is funny
she looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter bunny
she's my baby
I'm her honey
Never Gonna Let Her Go
He ain't got laid in a
Month of Sundays
I caught him once
and he was sniffin' my ******
he ain't too sharp but he gets things done drinks beer like it's oxygen
and he's my baby
I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sitting on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
We're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothin'
but a big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
she thinks all my jokes are corny
convict movies make her *****
she likes ketchup with her scrambled eggs swears like a sailor when
she shaves her legs
she takes a lickin'
she keeps on tickin'
I'm never going to let her go
He's got more ***** than
A Big Brass Monkey
he's a whacked-out ******
and a love bug ******
Sly as a fox
crazy as a loon
when payday comes
he's howlin' at the moon
he is my baby
and I don't mean maybe
I'm never going to let him go
In Spite of Ourselves
we'll end up sittin' on a rainbow
Against All Odds
honey were the big door prize
we're going to spite our noses
right off of our faces
there won't be nothing
but big ol' Hearts
dancin' in our eyes
In Spite of Ourselves
Written by John Prime
Cherie Nolan- A favorite wedding tune
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
As the snow flies
on a cold and grey Chicago mornin'
A poor little child is born
In the ghetto
(in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing
that she doesn't need
Is another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(in the ghetto)
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand?
Or he'll grow up to be an Angry Young Man someday...
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads,
and look the other way?
Well, the World Turns
and hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(in the ghetto)
As his hunger Burns
So he starts the roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
he buys a gun, steals a car
he tries to run
but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round
an Angry Young Man
face down in the street
with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(in the ghetto)
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto...
( in the ghetto )
His mama cries
in the ghetto
Elvis Presley....was to me a very beautiful poetic sad soul, wanting to shake the world up....gone too soon doing things he did not want too in the end. XO
Cherie Nolan
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Why'd you take it
My heart and break it?
I'm in every scene
of a hometown love
sleepy streetlights
shedding the light
of every bright
and broken down dream
Drinking a few
back when I knew you
our tearsoaked memories
**** really loved that view
speakers playing loud
country love songs
in the back of an ol' Ford truck
and hoping you'll be in luck
painted toes hanging off the tailgate
as your hands trying to 'round home plate
bet Daddy's gonna be mad again
lost in all the crazy of our dreams
mending our clipped & broken wings
somewhere in the hot sunshine
Faded shirt coming down your shoulder
Cuz' she says she's gettin' colder
You and I, were just a little older now
That homemade, hometown love still
playing me back...
to the last days of that summer.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
I had to go into the big city
well big for me anyway
a beautiful drive still dreaming I think
looks right down on the water that city
at Lake Champlain.
So what did you get?
Oh. You're seriously asking, alright.
Well, it's for a lovely couple this weekend getting married.
Oh I see, do tell Chef ?
I picked some beautiful ingredients
for pumpkin cheesecake
some candies...
I especially love the sunflower seed drops in magenta, violet, lime green, burnt orange, tangerine and dark chocolate,
they look like little fall tears.
I also found some vinted
honeymoon wine
A voigner
with a lovely fragrant crisp taste
Hmmmm...interesting, go on?
It signifies the full moon in June after the flowers turn into young grapes some honeysuckle Aromas followed by luscious mango and nectar
Paired with roasting chicken
& beautifully seasonal fingerling potatoes
and this amazing rustic sweet potato bread
gorgeous heirloom vegetables in a few various choices
delicately cooking squash
all seasoned to perfection bringing
nutty joy to all
in an aromatic feathery plume of goodness
finally...
green goddess dressing and roasted nuts, berries among other toppings for a brilliant salad.
Oh...well any invitations still open?
I'm not sure, but you can be my guest in the kitchen come along
take your hat off what's the hurry?
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
You're still in here, inside these walls
through open doors and vacant halls
I hear you gently clear your throat
and rustle with your overcoat
I hear you say in deep distress
I have some things I must confess
I Loved You Then I love you still
I love you now, I always will
You have my heart, my heart that's true
a love I thought I really knew...
But love is just not quite that clear
It's juxtaposed with you my dear
I'd rather stay but I must go
for reasons that I do not know
I hope your heart can find a place
to close your eyes and see my face
Remember what it meant to me,
I hope my love can set you free
for I am your eternity,
and with you I will always be
and I will never really say
Goodbye my sweet
So we must both lie down to rest,
No need for you to get undressed
So cover up and go to sleep,
& dry those eyes from tears you weep
Where I am going
I must go alone,
this is your place
this is your home,
you must stay.
One day I know we'll meet again,
In time I know your heart will mend
Through Heavens gate I'll wait for thee
With open arms on bended knee
Where Spirits run
In fields of wheat
To find their souls last one retreat
So I'll instead just say farewell,
& hope in this you will not dwell
You know that I just cannot stay,
the sun will shine again today,
So smile at the sky above
& know that you are truly loved,
We are timeless
So you will know,
you will never
really
be alone.
All Rights Reserved © 2016 - May 29
Cherie Nolan
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
As leaves of crimson fall,
& bleed like cherry wine
sleeping parrot greens,
they overtake mind,
I quietly approach,
set up a sneaky blind,
I spot a toucan looking tree
in colors rarely seen
it takes my breath away
in soft & brilliant sheens,
showing off the beauty,
& creating quite a scene,
Amber hues of mustard,
blending in with rust,
others look like wheat
that was baked inside a crust,
so telling you about it,
is something that I must,
Burning up the sky
in flamingo sunset pink
as if I'm in the Tropic's
just sippin' down a drink,
look at all the colors,
just amazing,
don't you think?
Like a lovely bird of paradise
is landing in my hair,
so I can write it down
a story we can share,
I'm jotting down the words,
like Ginger & Astaire,
Out arift upon the skies
I hear the weeping willow
I close my eyes to dream
& lay on leafy pillows
like sheets of iridescent,
quoting as they billow,
I stand in admiration,
a journey that I applaud
sent to me from heavens
from hands, a loving God,
leaves today are burning
stand mystified & awed
So beautiful & grand
your plumage is at peak,
waving me dear willow
I softly hear her speak,
Listen to the sounds
as they open up their beak
Go press a few examples
to savor every day
listen very closely
to every word I say
you take 'em out again
when the skies are turning grey
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Diggin' in the dirt
have a little fun
drink a little beer
have another one
Sun is really hot
and I just want to play
gotta go outside
gotta get away
Go swimming at the crick'
Maybe catch a fish
cook it on the bank
we don't need a dish
Get a little tan
get a little burn
Doesn't really matter
cuz I'll bet we'll never learn
Grab onto the rope
and come on for the ride
It's way too nice out here
for you to stay inside!
Cherie Nolan © All Rights Reserved 2016
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
Her Father's old wool jacket,
from Johnson Mills,
in creamy white,
dark forest green,
golden amber,
in a lovely patchwork,
A soft dark winter tuke on her head,
that dark green in the background,
with rusty speckles on her cheeks,
Wet snow falls silent,
the sky is a crisp Winter blue,
the air is cold and clear,
& intoxicatingly clean,
As she breathes life in and out,
then,
looking down at her black Sorel boots
and her worn black denim jeans,
a nice old holey wool sweater,
and a maul,
A **** lumberjack?
Maybe...
Dressed to hack the wood,
the plumber thinks so,
he stops by,
a friend of hers,
sorta,
Huh?
Not invited,
but no one is around here,
we all do it,
so he helps too,
Hey I'll make lunch,
harmless flirting,
I suppose,
Because,
wood warms you 3 times they say,
Once to chop it,
two to stack it RIGHT,
three to bring it in & burn it,
But if you count the starting of the,
cantankerous chainsaw & the guy,
helping you,
And you hafta arrange & rearrange, everything,
cleaning the flue and chimney,
I'd say a few more than that,
& don't ferget to pay the man,
the cantankerous one,
Yeah he got lunch too,
and about them ashes,
could be pretty hot,
take 'em out regular,
that stove cranking too,
OUCH,
She ends up gets burned,
a few times each year,
Taday,
she's on step too,
as she picks up the heavy maul,
not to heavy for this gal,
all the way back,
watch yourself,
As a neighbor winches,
a woman chopping wood?
Yup.
That's right,
a way of life,
for her,
always has been,
poised and ready,
swing and smack,
if you hit it right,
you hear a crack,
Just like a baseball bat,
hitting a homer,
Big pieces,
are made more manageable,
when you don't try to control the force,
when you let the sharpened maul,
Do all the work,
for you.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Fading off
into the soft
of the Tangerine Setting Sun
I slipped away
to rest my gun
my battle here
well it is done.
I gotta say
hey girl
you know I love you
so I'll never be lonely
as you are the stars to me
a deep and beautiful mystery
I share you in our history
you are the light I see
the one that I am following.
I am here my dearest...dear,
so do not show them any fear
as I am watching you
as you are consoling the darkened midnight sky
please stop questioning, wondering why
as you look up for a shooting passerby
dry those endless tears
in puddles of sad
I am glad so
I'll just sigh
as this is not goodbye
just farewell my sweetheart
You'll never be alone
my heart it is your home
so take my hand
your life is going to be so grand
I've already planned my love
from up here so very far above
on seeing you again one day
amongst the
showy pink lady slippers we will lay
you will see my eyes of clear blue
and soft grey again.
So you must stay...
go and play
while there's light that shines today
Take up my fishing pole
go back to our favorite swimming hole
I showed you my graceful,
& patient flicking wrists
I gave it one last careful twist
and the fly will softly land and kiss...
the water
There's no maybe
my baby
my crazy
curvy Wildflower girl
as I watch you twirl
as I watch you in the setting Sun
you come undone
in the morning dawn
your tired, sweet and sleepy yawn
as you feel the breeze blow through
your uncombed tangled hair
please take a dare to share
in your beautiful perfection
I know you'll find the direction
live today for me
live today with me.
I can see you
as I stand here at a waiting Heavenly door
in waters clean from Angels shores
you'll know me again
as you did before
you'll know my love
and so much more
I sigh again as the sun is here
as I too am drawing near
..time for me to go so,
make use of today
For you and them, I pray
I am
always
waiting
patiently
forever
and always
with you
...for you. XO
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
The first time
I heard them
I swear,
I was to listening
to the most beautiful choir
in four-part harmony,
swaying
or angles wings rubbing,
& perfectly, playing
a common file instrument
angled, such a unique sound
symphonic & splendorous
they are all around
this free concert
an offering of
Mother Nature
chiming at once
uncaged,
& calling on the ladies
in perfect unison
sounding like church
telling one another
of sunlit hours
say the flowers
fending off evil spirits
allowing me to travel
into the dark again
leaping over obstacles,
alerting me to danger,
still in their silence
I am protected
by this harbinger of luck
a most powerful portent,
of coming things
they sit silently in the quiet,
like a copper cricket weathervane,
as the poor man's thermometer
spinning tales effortlessly,
in the wind calmly
watching over us
a shivering in the night
save you, are mine
my Native American totem
or God's Cricket Chorus
foretelling of Sorrow
of coming rains tomorrow
ex-lovers and death
a shrill creaking
stridulating in song
Oh, I fear that day,
your music should go away
please dear uncaged cricket choir
I truly ....
hope you'll stay.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
What are you doing here again?
I'm not your lover and I'm not your friend.
Why are you sneaking round my door?
A familiar face....that I've known before?
And just what do you bring
in offers?
If I do as you'd like then what will become of who I am?
Will I drown in in the deepness of your sea
Or find the very deepest part of me?
Will I feel lost
or will I feel free?
Will I light my soul and keep a smoldering fire?
To fill my heart's deepest desire...
And feel like I cannot get higher?
To the highest place that I can take my myself?
To soothe the deepest ache inside my soul in the deepest deep
You make me nervous
And so I'm intrigued...
So I just might invite you in
As long as not committing sin?
I wonder...
The things that I've been yearning for
You'll release me from this ache I'm sure
And the smell of the sweat and the sweet perfume
A fear embraced of what dangers loom
What it will mean come tomorrow
Could be my delight or such sweet sorrow
When I'm alone again.
Senses I've rarely tapped into before
Just the one time that you rapped at my door
I do not trust you though
Your last visit was so bittersweet
So pardon my bashful and modest retreat
As I feel this all the way out.
If we start with a just a slow sweet kiss...
to find a rumored thing called bliss?
Then I wonder...
if we could we take this...
one moment at a time?
Because before we know it
I could be gone.
Lost in your Temptation
And as you know...
I fear for my salvation.
All Rights Reserved May 26 2016 - Cherie Nolan
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Bluer than the azure sky
Staring into a star
Seeing the beauty of us
Reflected in beautiful
Eyes Like Water
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Superman,
where are you now?
I need a friend
on who I can depend,
so rescue me tonight
& bring a little loving light
help me with this troubled fight,
It's not a joke
you know we spoke,
we are never doomed
when danger loomed,
a love it bloomed,
I know that you care,
I truly do
no matter where I roam,
I never really feel alone,
I'm only one flight away,
this time I hope you come & stay
please come & save the day
with hands,
I pray,
come hold me in your rugged arms,
keep us safe from all the harms,
I could love you,
& you know it too,
still don't know what to do?
Just come & fly to me,
this could be a destiny,
one that could set us free,
if you don't, a mystery,
Superman you gotta a cape,
hurry now I'm in a scrape
you got my number,
My sweet boy wonder,
I hear that coming thunder,
I know it's
not a blunder,
I promise,
Superman
will you be my
Superhero?
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
I was flipping through some books that I got from a free pile.... some lovely literary titles.
In the back with a note with a quote from Robin Williams
"Please don't worry so, because in the end none of us have a very long time on this Earth life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed cast your eyes to the Summer Sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night if a shooting star streaks through the Blackness, turning night into day make a wish, think of me, make your life SPECTACULAR! "
I can hear him saying that in a sincere yet.... comedic tone. Words like this above and the ones following just seem to always flow from his lips
" you're only given a little spark of Madness you mustn't lose it"
" Comedy is acting out optimism"
" People say satire is dead. Isn't dead it's just living in the White House."
" the Statue of Liberty is no longer saying 'give me your poor, you're tired, your huddled masses'- she's got a baseball cap and a bat yelling- you want a piece of me?"
" Time is the best teacher, but unfortunately, it kills all of its students"
"Never pick a fight with an ugly person they've got nothing to lose"
And finally...not by any favorite
"No matter what people tell you words and ideas can change the world"
All above quotes by Robin Williams
"I think Robin Williams was an amazing quick witted poet, an exceptionally gifted actor...because I'm not sure he was acting...and he was also a very shiny human being" - Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
You are
the Object of My Affection
my reason
my direction
The cause
of this infection
I can't break it down
.... in sections
Not a vote
in an election
My sugary confection
A whirlwind
of protection
A needle deep
injection
I can't stand
this harsh rejection
You are the seed
of my reflection
We share
the same connection
Perhaps thought
just projection
With further
real inspection
Was found
in that detection
I have no need
for our perfection
I'm making
the corrections
To be the Object of Your Affection
I hope it's not too late
that your love it still awaits
me
on the BRIGHT light of the sun.
Love you
Cherie Nolan*© 2016
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
I am a poet
and you should know it
Though do you?
Reading whispered lines
rehearsed by years and time
by my Roma traveling mind..
unraveling our secret wishes
and sending hand blown kisses
Metaphors they seep my veins
and a poet who is this unchained
Makes you believe
in stories of their Poetry in Motion
And lovers foolish notions
a Gypsy Magic potion
fills your senses
with bloodstained, tearfilled wrinkled paper
Crumpled in a bin
Your heart ...
along with your heart
.....that I pretend to win
Read my words but don't believe
That I will stay
I'll always leave
you at the end
thank you my Poetic Friend
Your affection I do not feign
within my deep and darkest veins
I bleed this Poetry for you
My Gypsy heart will not be still
It seems to have it's own free will
And I am just a poet...living Magic in my words.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
Mr. Mole
stayed in a basement
but lived inside a tent
and everywhere that he went
took this cute little thing
he took under his wing
a hedgehog
named Olivia!
It was not really sad,
not really bad
Not terrinble at all
this basement it was finished
no comfort was diminished
some furniture and plants
this was his sanctuary
A little scary...
Mr. Music
this was his real name
no one knew and such a shame
no one he could ever blame
as he played guitar
she was quite tame
Miss Olivia
his life
he thought so lame
but at least he had her
and that were
true
until the day
Olivia said had to say Goodbye
only time
I think he cried
the day she left
the day she died
tears, fears...and years
streaming down his face
and then he sighed
her death implied
time to do other things
let people hear your voice, go sing
And so..
Mr. Music
he decided to go to work
duties no longer can be shirked
off in a Volkswagen Vanagon
Painting houses
As a star employee
worked at times, he did...for free
Dedicating his labor
to his Little Miss Olivia :-)
Called himself
a Mole he did
Never grew
up
that great big kid
he is still living this tale today
perhaps a slightly different way
without dear Miss Olivia.
Cherie Nolan© 2016
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
My creamy silken Irish skin
looks ghostly white with full red lips
freckled spots come out to play
and belly coins dance on my hips
The long and swinging skirt is pure
entrancing you with dancing dips
Dickla covers neck so modest
you gently pull with fingertips
We are getting close to fire
Dance 'round flames in hand a switch
Outstretched arm cast Spell on You
by a lovely Roma travelin' witch
Dancing bells about my feet
pounding in your **** heart
drawing you nomadic beats
that hit you like a poison dart
Twilight time casts its glow
Gypsy Moon hangs in the sky
Cast a spell to be my beau
You never ask the question why
Come inside this Gypsy coven
Dark haired..
red lipped..
gypsy lovin'
You'll forget you have a name
My Gypsy love will be the blame
better to be quite insane
No one's going to believe
I Put A Spell On You...
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
I can see you with your wings
That the Angels gave to you
I can see you with the scars
in a crimson shaded hue
I can see you have your wings
I think I always could
You always were an angel
I thought you understood
I can see you flying high
soaring eagle scout from God
gliding past my house
with a fluted piping nod
Soar out to the glaciers
to the highest angel nest
you've earned your lovely wings
just like Michael and the rest
I see you have my wings
They're waiting in your hand
a song for me you sing
so glorious and grand
it's almost like you planned
your hourglass of sand
was running out
you see I have my ring
my angel from above
and while you have your wings
My finger wears your love
One day I'll take wing too
to heavens gate I will fly
no longer burning pain
no longer tears to cry
until then
we have this love
those wings will have to wait
I already tried to ask
no answer came from Fate
shaded feathers my love basks
I hope you take your wings
and fly places you want to go
So when I get my wings
those places you can show
our destiny you'll know
until then....prepare a place for me.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
Shadows moving down
these empty, vacant halls
playing with our memories
and dancing on the walls
their voices echo moments
that we painted with our love
as my sadness still recalls
that your in the sky above
as melancholy is drifting
in intoxicating wafts
a time when you were here
when we all felt so safe
this time a slow reminder
to live within today
to be careful who you know
and be gentle what you say
as I reach out for you
the shadows slip away
and knowing in that second
I can't buy back yesterday
I can only remember
how wonderful it all was
and be ever grateful
for the ...time
that we all shared down here.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC