Merry Christmas Dad-(i miss you very much)

Daddy's Home Out the front door I stepped As he pulled into the drive His face covered full with hair Like that of santa's pride. Who was this man before me My father's friend I was sure I started off to tell him That my father was not here. So long gone was he away To a child it seemed forever Like a dream that never ended But soon would get much better With the puzzled look he gave As I'm sure I had one too He opened up his arms and said boy did I miss you Just like in a movie My heart was pounding loudly The longest foot I ever ran into the arms of daddy Cheryl L. Edwards Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards Please Read -Disclaimer I am not a professional poet. I can only offer advice and my personal knowledge on the subject.


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THE ONES IN NEED BY CHER

THE ONES IN NEED BY CHER

Poverty can be unseen Poverty can be in your facePoverty is what no one wantsPeople want it in it's place

Why, do we treat people soWhy don't we try to knowThe kind of people who are in needThe ones who need to beg and plead

For your kindness and your heartFor your ear to listen and your eyes to seeHow bad life can really be

We walk on by, some of us sighSome want to help, others want to look awayWe grumble and say get a jobSome lend a hand and lift them up

Imagine if you canImagine, not a manBut a child crying out for foodOr crying for help from painNow Imagine if everyone listenedIf everyone helpedIf everyone opened their eyesIf we all just made that step

To do a little extraTo open our hearts and never turn away!

But for now we pretend it's not thereFor now we don't seem to careFor now we refuse to seeFor now they cease to be......literally

How do we close our eyes and justifyThe fact that we just walked on by??.....



Cheryl L. Edwards Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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POETRY BY CHER-For your information

POETRY BY CHER-For your information

I have listed a couple of places you can go to, to get a chap book done up for you.

I hope this helps.

In the meantime keep on writing!

http://tickledbythunder.com/TbT/Products/01_Chap_Books.html

http://www.greenboathouse.com/chapbooks/index.htm

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Poetry by Cher-How to get Published

Publication objective

Size of audience

Size of publication

Publication

Objective

If your goal is to become a best seller , a chapbook is not the way to go, but if what you're aiming to sell is small, conventional book publishers will not usually be interested. You might consider trying to sell your works to several literary magazines and such.

Size of Audience

Now, if you are trying to gain national recognition, you will most definitely want to submit your works, query letter and all, to conventional publishers.

Chapbooks will help you, though, if you are trying to reach a local audience.

This is not to say that a chapbook cannot get wider attention, especially with the the Internet; however, if you just want to get in touch with the people in your area, chapbook will definitely be sufficient.

Size of Publication

Chapbooks are relatively small. Usually, they are less than 50 pages in length, though a few of them are a bit longer.

Poetry and short stories are usually what chapbooks are best suited for.

Ways to Publish.

Self-publish at home. Chapbooks don't have to be complicated publications with a pretty glossy cover.

Some card stock, printing paper, software, the right stapler and a good printer can get you started.

Best of luck, now get started!

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Poetry by Cher- She has it all!

SHE HAS IT ALL!

SHE HAS IT ALL AND DOESN'T KNOW,

SHE HAS IT ALL, BUT LACKS THAT GLOW,

SHE HAS IT ALL BUT CANNOT SEE,

SHE HAS IT ALL WHAT CAN IT BE?

SHE CRIES ALL NIGHT, THE TEARS THAT BURN,

SHE TRIES TO FIGHT, THE LOVE THAT YEARNS,

SHE WANTS TO SCREAM AND LET IT OUT,

SHE HOLDS IT IN, WITH PAIN AND DOUBT.

SHE WATCHES THOSE WHO WALK ON BY,

SHE SEE'S THE OTHERS, SHE WONDERS WHY,

SHE HASN'T GOT WHAT THE OTHERS HAVE,

SHE KNOWS DEEP DOWN, AND IT MAKES HER SAD!

SHE SEES IT ALL, THE GLITZ , THE GLAM,

SHE SEES IT ALL, WHAT'S THE MATTER MAN,

SHE KNOWS THAT THERE IS A BETTER WAY,

SHE SEES IT ALL, WHAT CAN I SAY.

SHE HAS IT ALL I SAY AGAIN,

SHE HAS IT ALL FROM NOW TIL THEN,

SHE HAS IT ALL, HOW CAN THAT BE,

SHE HAS IT ALL, IT'S FAMILY!

Cheryl L. Edwards Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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POETRY BY CHER-INTRODUCTION

Hi all,

I'm sure if you have come to my blog you are looking to read some poetry, or maybe you want to know how to get your poems published.

Well you've come to the right place.

I will be giving you samples of poetry that I have written and let you know how you can get it published, also some tips to writing a good poem.


I hope you come back often, as I will update frequently with new and interesting tips and poems.

Thank you


We all have a little poet within us!

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Poetry by Cher-The Loom

The Loom

The shuttle of her loom Thuds dully against the rug,

being woven, from the rags, Tags of other peoples lives.

I watched her in the cellar, with shadows whispering in the corners.

She seemed ancient to me, even then.

The fingers bent, the breasts sagging.

Myself wrapped in the coccoon of her quiet whistling.

The shuttle thuds

Over the days and years of my adolescence.

Surely youth: So sure, so independant.

She weaves the rug from the rags Tags of other peoples lives.

And the foreign woman, with the tooth-gold-capped,

and Loblaw's shopping bag Full of tatters.

Arrives too late for her four dollar rug.

The loom-dismantled, Bound, sold.

Another time-gone.

Cheryl L. Edwards

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POETRY BY CHER-THE FUNNY MAN

The Funny Man
To the Memory of John Ritter

Into my home, day after day

Into my heart he came to play

I laughed out loud at that man on t.v.

I cried many times cause he touched me

Year after year, like many

I watched him fall and pick himself up again

He prevailed over so much

He had a magic touch

He died today on September 11 2003

John Ritter was his name, and this hurts me

A great talent is gone, a kind man at that

I sympathize with his family

I hope they know, how many

Lives were touched by this wonderful man

I cry, I sob, I'll miss you

Signed,

a fan

Cheryl L. Edwards
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Poetry by Cher-Memories

Memories

As the years wear on, I sink into myself wondering if

I'll ever know What made me sick so long

I take the pills

I see the doctors

I suffer the pain

I hear the shrills

How was I to know what lurked in my mind

Not knowing was hurting, But to know, well

Did I want to?

Filing through my memories was scary to say the least

What I was to find was not fit for man nor beast

Infact it was a man in my past

I was to see

This man was there, when I was young,

and hewas hurting me

Now I take the pills

And hope to be much better

But there is no cure for

A baby girl who is hurt forever

Cheryl L. Edwards
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POETRY BY CHER-PANIC

Panic

With every move I make, I cry

With every thought I think, I cry

With every one I love, I cry

With every heart I break, I cry

I cry for the life I had

I cry for the soul I lost

I cry for the love I gave

I cry for the ones I miss

Panic took my life

Panic took my soul

Panic took my family

Panic took it all

But Not Any More

No more will I cry

No more will I quit

No more will I hide

No more will I die

I take my life back

I take my soul back

I take my family back

I take myself back,

Panic you lose!

Cheryl L. Edwards
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Poetry by Cher- Baby

Poetry by Cher

Baby

Too small to see

Too hard to believe

Too crazy to be true

But it's there in you

No easy way out

No way around

No time to waste

Reality must be faced

It grows in you

It moves all about

It's part of you now

You must deal somehow

There's no other way or

You'll regret it someday

Keep that baby of yours and

Love it forever more

Cheryl Lynne Edwards
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Poetry by Cher- How to get published

Poetry by Cher-How to get published.

There are so many places to get published online. The resources are there, you just have to check them out thourouly. Watch for publishers that want money upfront, I wouldn't fall into that trap.

Places like Poetry.com are a great place to start. They publish your poems and for a small fee you can buy a book or a book on tape

You can also enter contests, and there are word play games within the site.

There are other publishers online, good ones, all I can say is check them out. Make sure they will follow up with what they offer and as I said above......never pay out anything in advance.

I will check out some more sites and get back to you about who's the best to go with.

For now keep on writing, its good therapy and doesn't hurt to have plenty to work with.

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THE DARKEST DAY-by CHER

THE DARKEST DAY
TO NEW YORK CITY
The greatest tragedy of all
Was watching the towers fall
On 911 was the day
When the planes crashed into world trade
The world was sent into mourning
As thousands of lives fell to dust
Sad and angry we're we that
Someone could do this to us
War they say was declared
Retaliation was the words of The heads of our country
That osama bin landin must pay
We still we wait this day
With hope that some are still living
At the bottom of the rubble so deep
Oh how new york city does weep
Be careful are my words to thee
For more we're involved than we can see
Pray for peace in this world
Love all people, boys and girlsCheryl L.Edwards Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards


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Mary Kate
Me made a friend the other day

Him had no name

or wouldn't say

Hims tail was wong

Face wosey wed

Poor wittle mousy

Me finks hims dead

No eyes

nor mouth.

Me went to check

and hims tail wapped

wound me wittle neck.

(written about my cat who got wrapped up in the computer mouse, while curious)

Cher Edwards

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Poetry by Cher-Daddy's Home

Daddy's Home

Out the front door I stepped
As he pulled into the drive
His face covered full with hair
Like that of santa's pride.
Who was this man before me
My father's friend I was sure
I started off to tell him
That my father was not here.
So long gone was he away
To a child it seemed forever
Like a dream that never ended
But soon would get much better
With the puzzled look he gave
As I'm sure I had one too
He opened up his arms and said boy did I miss you
Just like in a movie
My heart was pounding loudly
The longest foot I ever ran into the arms of daddy

Cheryl L. Edwards

Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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POETRY BY CHER- DADDY'S GONE NOW

POETRY BY CHER

Daddy's Gone Now
about my Father


I wrote a poem about how he came home,
How I missed him so much, To a child it seemed forever.
Well forever is here,I'm no longer a child,
For now he's not home he's passed on into the unknown.
Years passed like a short day ,How I wished I'd made them longer.
Once here, then gone it seems so wrong
Like the snap of a finger, or a blink of the eye
My Daddy was gone, my Daddy died!
That Daddy of mine, whom I will Love and miss forever more
I'll see you again one day
But for now I'll stay,
I have kids of my own and they need me home.
So I say see you later
This is Not good bye
I will see you again the day I die.


Cheryl L. Edwards
Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L. Edwards


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POETRY-BY CHER- DADDY'S GOING

DADDY'S GOING

Daddy's Going

Don't cry my babies

Daddy's not gone forever

Mommy & Daddy just can't seem to get it together

Somedays's are good you know, but most are not

So Daddy must now go

He's not far away

He will visit often ,you can see him when you wish

So don't cry my kids

It'll hurt for a while, for all of us it must

It'll take getting used to

But hear me and trust

Don't cry my babies

Things will get better

Now, we move on and Hurt no more

Cheryl L. Edwards

Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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POETRY BY CHER- HOW TO WRITE A POEM

HOW TO WRITE A POEM

First of all, there is no way I can tell you how to write a poem!

I can suggest ways of getting going, but a poem usually comes from the heart!

Ask yourself:

How much time do I want to take to write a poem. Some may come to you quickly and others may take some time.

You have to decide what is most important to you.

Some of the great poets wrote them in minutes, and some were written over a long time.

I think the main focus is to write about something that you know, or something that you are passionate about. If you have something that is bothering you, or something that hurts you, or something you are extremely happy about!

This is how we write from the heart, when we hurt, when we are happy, when we are angry, all the emotions help for a good poem to come out and help to capture your own feelings, and maybe connect with another person who reads it.

If you are stuck for ideas, go to a thesaurus or a dictionary, or read another poets work, look at magazines or books that interest you, and soon enough ideas will come flooding to you.

Finally I say again, write from the heart, that's where all the good stuff is!

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POETRY BY CHER-SUCH IS LIFE

Such is Life (Poetry by Cher)
To my children, Nate, Ellie, Stevie

Such is Life, that is to be
How we live, it, you and me
To be kind and happy , is how it should go
To help one another and all join the show
Such is Life, that we struggle in vain
Everyday we see such horrible things
All around us is hate, greed and pain
Why does this world prey on such things
Such is Life, that we don't often see
How really wonderful it could be
Just to open our eyes, to seize the day
To enjoy the miracle of life in our wake
Such is Life, that if we don't stop
All the fighting,killings,guns that go pop
We may not be one day, how sad that would be
To lose this wonderous world full of glee
Such is Life, that to live is the greatest gift of all
Let's get together, don't drop the ball
Peace to our children and theirs one and all.

Cheryl L. Edwards
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POETRY BY CHER-THE FAMILY

The Family

Close family knit so tight

Come together and start to fight

They love each other but begin to smother

So to breathe they have to go....

No one wants to admit to wrong

Everyone sings their own little song

To be right is the key

But the door stays shut tight....

Over and over again it goes

But only a few will feel their woes

Some will hurt so very bad

And the rest will go home sad....

Love thy family is what they say

The past is gone so live for today

For blood is really thicker than water

To thin it out would be dishonor...

Tomorrow's just another day

But to some the day has dawned....

So sing their praises sing them now

And hope the hurt will pass somehow.....

Cheryl Edwards
Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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