Who Sees?-Poetry by Cher

Who Sees?--Poetry by Cher
 
Who Sees the seasons changing
Who Sees the Earth thats raging
Who Sees the Fear in our eyes
Who Sees the Babys die
 
Who Cares what a mess we are in
Who Cares that our is Future glim
Who Cares what we can do
Who Cares , how about you?
 
Who will step up and save the day, or is much too late already?
Who will stand and see the truth , through Politicians that rule so steady?
Who will open the blinds put infront of our eyes
Who will stop them before we all die?
 
Why is it always the "little person" who can see
How horrible this world has come to be
With Earthquakes, Tornadoes,  Hurricanes, and death from the Seas
Are we really just numbers? Not Human, Not Hurting
Who Sees, Who Cares, Who will finally fix this mess?
 
Are we too late?
 
Copyright Cheryl Edwards 2010
 
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Tar Balls by Cher

Tar Balls by Cher
 
Tar Balls, Tar Balls
That's all we hear these days
Oil spewing from beneath
How can we think its safe?
 
Our Oceans are poisoned by
Big Business Oil
Our Beaches are saturated by
The ones who made it spoil
 
How can we continue to let these people drill
Off shore is full of unknowns
Will we learn from this spill?
 
If the powers that be have any say
Our Earth won't stand to stay this way
She will rise up in anger, and strike with a mighty hand
To all that continue to abuse her land
 
Open your eyes Oh mighty Ones
You must see the death toll coming our way
You must see the horrible pain in our wake
 
The sadness that looms very close to our heads
Keeps all the little ones up in their beds
Will tomorrow come for these tiny ones
Or will the Mighty Powers close their eyes
And only See Money, the dollar signs that rise
Will they say "oh well, it's not I who will fix this mess"
Then we wait and wonder what comes next!
 
Earth is telling us! Someone needs to listen!
 
Copyright Cheryl Edwards 2010
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Pain By Cher at Poetry by Cher

Pain by Cher
 
Pounding loudly, but no one else can hear
Blinding the eyes, but no one else can see
Banging, Slamming, Sounds so loud they pain
How can you not see what is happening!
 
Darkness can be a great sight to see
Silence can be the loudest sound to me
Dampness  a cold that feels so good
Sliceing through this mixed up neighbourhood
 
How pain is so subjective
The doctors cannot know
What truly hurts , what pain is real
They think you put on a show
 
Pills, oh pills, they are but a bandage
To cover up the symptoms
For now, a cure they cannot manage
 
The illnesss that cannot be seen
The pain within cannot be relieved
The ones who say, "you hurt yeah right"
To feel it would be cause for fight
 
If only they could feel what you do
If only they could know just a little
Of how you feel so bad
Then there would be a breakthrough, you can bet on that!
 
Fight for the things you know
Fight for the one's who don't
Fight for the cure one day
Don't give in, Don't let them stand in the way!
 
Copyright @ Cheryl Edwards 2010
 
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Perfect-Poetry by Cher

Perfect, Poetry by Cher

Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, it’s all show
She sees the daily magazines,
Like an actor studying for a part
She wants to be like them,
She feels it so strong in her heart
And those women on the T.V. screen,
With perfect hair they’re living the dream
The Dream that is masked as the truth,
The dream that she wants to prove
And how the mannequin sings so sweetly
As she passes by the shiny clean windows
Of the stores she cannot afford
She must, she must, she must have more
Her mind feels so cluttered like a dream she cannot awake
She searches everyday to attain the Perfect make
Why wasn’t she born with beauty and Perfect skin
Why can’t her life be like the rest of them
Why should they have it all, why does she feel so small
Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, IT’S ALL SHOW!

Copyright@ 2010 Cheryl Edwards


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