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


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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

Copyright ©2008 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
Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L. Edwards

Writers take notice, a must see if you are ready to make some money!
Please Read -Disclaimer
I am not a professional poet. I can only offer advice and my personal knowledge on the subject.