Daddy's Home-Poetry by Cher

Daddy's Home, Poetry by Cher

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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T-Bombing (new slang for texting)

T-Bombing (new Slang for texting)

T-Bombing (texting) slang created in Sault Ste. Marie , Ontario Canada by Nathan Edwards and Doug Watt. Most people text around this world, well there is a new slang for it it's called T-Bombing!

Like it, use it, credit it to 2 young guys, Nate Edwards and Doug Watt of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada 2010!

Copyright @Cheryl Edwards 2010

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Simple Poem By Cher

Simple---Poem by Cher


Simple, what a word
Simple, have you heard
Simple, is the way to go
Simple, who would ever know

Simple, we strive to live
Simple, we teach our kids
Simple, we can't attain
Simple, so much to gain

Simple, how hard can it be?
Simple, to both you and me
Simple, if we only could
Simple, but we really should

Why can't we live Simple lives
like when we were kids
Why does life speed up so
Why does life have to go

So fast it seems to speed and slip
If it were Simple
We could enjoy the trip

Copyright 2010 @Cheryl Edwards 2010




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Michael Jackson R.I.P.

Michael Jackson 1958/2009 R.I.P.

Never allowed to be a kid
Never allowed to be a child
Never allowed to be a man
Never allowed to be un hid

He sang the songs the world will never forget
He danced the dances we had never before seen
He wowed the world with his endless talent
He suffered alone trying to fill a need.

A need to be loved , and a need to care
A need to be hugged, but no one was there
A need to be him, but was never to be
Michael Jackson wanted to be , just be....

The pain in his lyrics will live forever on
Listen to the words and hear his pain full song
He cry ed out for help, and no one came through
He wanted to love, but to his self couldn't be true.

The great King of Pop, is gone but not in our hearts
As the Cd's , videos and all stuff him will be carted
To our homes, libraries and places to remember him well
Now in death they will sell sell sell

I hope the world can see what we've done
To a boy, a man, a person who wanted to belong
He may have been rich, but what we don't see
Is how poor, sad in life he really could be.

Written by Cheryl Edwards June 2009
Copy rite @2009 Cheryl Edwards


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Poetry is yours!

Poetry is what you make it, if you like the way you wrote it, it feels good to you, then you have a great poem. Write what you feel, what you see and what you know, the rest will flow after that.Experts on poetry have so many do's and don'ts.....forget that, you can write what is in your heart and even get it published. Just stick to what feels right for you and you will be just fine.!Besides if it doesn't work as a poem, turn it into a song....that how the best songs come aboutPlease Read -Disclaimer
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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-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-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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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

Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L. 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 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-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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