(haiku)
Promising sunshine
Days are longer, enjoying
enchanting sunsets.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/26
Spring brings promise (haiga)
Tag: poem
Giving is easy (haiga)
Giving is easy
learning to receive with grace,
a work in progress.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/26
The truths that need to be heard: A counsellor’s story, by Cheryl-Lynn – Walk so Kids Can Talk presented by BMO
Margueritte (shadorma)
(Shadorma)
Margueritte!
enfin tu fleuris
en vigueur
en beauté
s’étirant le cou au ciel
parmi toutes ces roches.
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© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/05
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Oh Daisy!
at last, you’ve blossomed
in splendour
and in strength
stretching your neck to the sky
among all these rocks
Don’t give up
If it were a child she carried for 40 weeks
more or less,
she would find a way, she seeks
courage to fight moments of despair
patience to meet times of frustration
forgiveness to any bouts of commotion
knows a child does not comprehend,
a child expects unconditional love
a child deserves absolute compassion and regard
and then shall she take to this to mean
that Life as she sees it, feels it,
smelling vomit, tasting sweetness, serene
Life as it hurts, cuts bit by bit
Life with its multiple personality
Life with its joys and glee
Life with its mundane and bizarre
is all she will get here, near and far
only once in this time around…
and so she will hold it with kindness
and unconditional love and fondness
as if it were her baby she carried
for 40 weeks, more or less
and she shall find solace that she is,
Life is, simply…
meant to be…
When Life seems too difficult to bear, don’t despair
Treat it as your child…unconditional and loving care.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/04/05
Written for FWF
Holy C Melan
Her nickname is Melan,
she is of sly, slithering species
tantalizing in her distinct bouquet
mesmerizing in her discrete array
of victims of her choosing
dripping bliss as she`s oozing
her prisoners of despair
suffer anguish in her care.
Hallowed in her divine
prowess she will define
the true painful meaning
finds her prey ever demeaning
suffering the wrought of her ability
winning casualties of her torment
sinking teeth of Ms. Melan C. Holy
whilst innocent souls lament.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/04/05 All Rights Reserved
Too often the powers of depression or long dreaded visits of melancholy can bring a person down. Not everyone has to be diagnosed with clinical, situational or other forms of depression to relate to these feelings of despair and I thought this poem describes the tormenting visits of this Melan C Holy baby.
Originally submitted at Stigmahurtseveryone
Celestial brush strokes
I certainly never hide the fact
that I love to take many photos of the sky…
cloudy, sunny and especially sunsets.
Fortunately, I am able
to see amazing sunsets on our rooftop
at work in the milder weather….
so soon I will be able to capture
those hues of magenta, orange and
purplish blues mixed in the horizon.
But my photos are very amateur;
not having proper equipment, I feel
I can never capture the beauty
that this blogger/photographer does,
nor do I have her talent.
And that is why artists need admirers
and viewers as I enjoy to look
with regard, appreciation and admiration.
The first image I saw when I woke up this morning was this beautiful masterpiece that nature creates day after day but only a few select eyes can capture and actually share with the world.
This is one of them.
Check out Michelle Marie’s blog at Tell Me About It
to see the endless images she creates and
the lovely words of inspiration she adds in her poetry.
Their spirits unite
tranquil
readying for night-
fall…still,
this moment
so serene
cascades in between
daylight
and
twilight;
celestial beings
gather
their brushes…
together…
brush,
stroke,
hush!
and admire,
brush
that does caress
our skyline
with finesse,
sweep
here, there…
with endless
enduring wear…
Now shush!
hear the chorale
breathing life
effortless…
mime
Ahhhhh!
rhyme
meditative
and sublime
now hush!
hear my heart-
beat, rush
as I see this
vision of
divine bliss
a masterpiece
melts in the horizon.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/04/05
All rights reserved for poems and photography. If you are interested in sharing or knowing more about this photo, please contact the original artist/photographer Michelle Marie.
Thank you, Michelle Marie, for giving me permission to display and share your masterpiece here you had originally given as an offering to Belinda
Love is…
Children are unique
in their own special way
genuine, innocent
loving, rarely doubting yours,
assuming and expectant
walking with a purpose
head up high
asking “Why?”
saturate
interpret;
adults comment
may offend,
criticize with slight
or no intent
but cause them
still
discontent
makes them question
their self worth,
turns their life
from grief to mirth
roller coaster
rides begin
games are played
don’t always win,
grieving, growing
stumbling, laughing
learning rules
avoiding fools
mentors
make them wiser
hardships
make them stronger,
perhaps
they’ll find romance,
promise and commitment
never-ending love
soul mates are for life
two turn into one,
in the end,
procreate
having children…
cycle spins again
love ensues
power fuels
everlasting love.
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/03/22
This week’s prompt is: What Does Love Look Like? Check out other creative offerings at Dungeon Prompts – Season 2, Week 12: What Does Love Look Like?
Daisies
A daisy for my birthday
a bunch for an entire year
I’ m happy either way
this gift they gave me here,
colours popping I love you
whispering forget me not
I’m grateful for all they do
and so I’m saying Thank you!
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/03/21
Photo edited by Michelle Marie at Tell Me About It Thank you, Michelle Marie 😀
I was blessed with a lovely bouquet of flowers for my birthday last week from my daughter and grandson and a yummy brunch.
Protector
I’m always there
when you least expect it
even where
you don’t see fit
I go places
leaving traces…
I am the breeze
sending vibrations
unsettling, unease
demotivations…
whisper my faint sound
warning you when
danger is around
guarding,
protecting,
so you can perform
your gift
your art.
© Cheryl-Lynn, 2014/03/20
Written for: Mindlovemisery Prompt 47 Street Art
Tournesol dans un Jardin 