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Welcome to the Cheryl’s Pals Saturday Share!!!
This is the blog where folks who decided to get lost in the lines come and post their “Cheryl’s Pals Collab” Poetry!!!
Earlier in the week, Cheryl issued a call for poets and friends to come and give “One-More-Line”to generate lines for our Collab Poetry.
This week we generated 685 Lines!!!
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When I came up with this weeks line I was refering to moving to friend burst ~ I don’t know where others took their collab…… This one is a Sentence Acrostic
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Awesome Collabs. Working on it . . . .
To the tune of “Home on the Range”
Home, home of the strange~~~ (Scotorum)
Where sights and sounds are foreign and Strange (sheila a)
a place were I can be (JT)
Happy and free (Lady “Cheryl” Death
Free to be the real me (sheila A)
(I’m blaming my collaborators for writing this)
Scotorum, shelia a, JT. and Lady “Cheryl” Death did it! I’m innocent…I swear!
I’ll be back tomorrow to check out all you beautiful people….can’t hang tonight. :love:
Happy Saturday y’all! Ok so let me just start off with a little intro here tonight, to prepare and warn you…lol. When I read this weeks line, I knew right away I was going to write about “HOME”. I have never once yet written about my hometown before. I do not know why, but I think that because I have not is the reason I could not stop writing this poem. I know they say “less is more” and I seriously thought about trying to condense this. But then I realized I did not want to condense this. Home is where my heart was born. Home is where I got my soul from in the first place. Home is where I found love and life. I just couldn’t make it smaller. So when I thought about home, my pen just wouldn’t stop writing. And all the pics within this poem are all true pics from my hometown or my personal collection. I really wanted to bring my “Home” to you. Wanted to give you a little inside look on what makes me tick. So forgive me for the lengthy poem, but I hope y’all do enjoy it. So I will call this a Biography poem if you will. So come on in, get comfortable, welcome to my home…welcome to me ♥
There some things a computer just can’t do, a darkness that only touch can light up. Nice write, sevenamage. 😀
DISCLAIMER: This poem is NOT about any real individual. On review of what I carved out of line groups I saw that rhymed nicely and amused me most, this seemed the unifying theme LOL Uh oh what does that say about ME?
Good write, Scotorum….it’s good to know I’m not alone…it’s like a club! Now where’d ya hide my crayons? 😆 😆 😆
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sorry to miss this one…hearted for all the great writes! :love: :love: :love:
I FEEL LIKE I’M HOME AGAIN
A Cheryls Pals Collab …….
Teardrops hiding in the rain
Despite heartaches the love still remains
Your absence makes me feel insane
Hot tears falling like acid rain
Unhappiness is a pollution, and we need a solution
Hot tears fell in warm blood as I held that young child slain
I have never felt more sane
Now to get rid of all the fleas
Choas and fear ran rampant in my brain
I can do without all of these
Bring out Gene Kelly name
They’re only good for carrying disease
Make me smile again
Hand me that pray can please
Today tomorrow and always
I wish I may I wish I might kill this flea
For a Year and a Day as the Pagans say
There are some things we need to rearrange
Like Ive never been away
There is something here that I must change
Raindrops swallow my tears as I look for blame
A true portal gateway to the deranged
A place were I can be
Where sights and sounds are foreign and Strange
Happy and free
Gardening all day with no time to play
Taking a walk safe and peacefully
Stand up too fast I wobble and sway
Instead of the incessant race in this concrete jungle
Limp as a rag in the heat of the day
Making it hard in so many ways we stumble
My flamboyant horse just loves HAAAAAaayyyy
But, we learn from our stumbles
You did not miss much here anyway
You can learn from mistakes but you’ll learn more from getting things right
My heart song beckons you to play
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————————————– © June o4 , 2o11
Lines: Sheila A. – James – Mikey – Kare – Lady” Cheryl” Death – JT – Scotorum – April – Sevenamagenta – A-Rhodi – Michelle K. – Diane – Wizard of Awwwwww ……….
Good morning Cheryl and collab pals.. I wanted to stop by to show my love and I will be back later today hopefully with a collab.
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HOME AGAIN
by Barbara
A Cheryl’s Pals’ Collab
They say you can’t go home again,
that nothing’s ever the same,
as down this solitary walk
along the path that I have sown,
I consider where I am
and how it came to be so.
And along this path
I hear once more
sweet lullabies and songs
we used to sing
when we were so very young.
And as I stroll along,
I can’t help but hear
the conversations we had
around the dining room table
at every dinner time,
the laughter and the fun;
the games of chess and checkers,
canasta and even bridge
that we always used to play
and I hardly ever did win.
And as I walk down
these shady lanes,
recalled so very well,
the streets are
almost quiet now,
where we used to play;
no children’s voices do I hear,
but I remember how it used to be
when all you heard in the summer
from dawn to the setting sun
were children playing ball in the park,
swinging the bat and running bases
until it was almost too dark;
and in the winter ice-skating
and not minding at all
that it was nearly
10 below.
So today I walk
down this shady lane,
remembering how
it used to be,
and what a simpler
and sweeter time it was,
planting seeds in the garden
and picking sunshine dreams,
recalling the pitter-patter
of feet down the hall
of the house on the corner
where we lived one and all.
And though the streets
are mostly quiet now
where we used to play,
I do remember well
how it used to be.
And though nothing much more
than a memory remains,
I know now that you can
return to the place where you were,
if only briefly and for a short time,
for home is within my heart
and where I am supposed to be,
as checking back on yesterday
and the dreams that I had,
I found home once again
and how it used to be.
I found it once again
and know that it’s so,
you can go back home
for I feel like I’m home
again wherever I go
with memories that always
make me smile again,
for this is where I belong,
a place where I can be.
(c) barbara kausteklis 6-4-11
Thanks to Home Buddies: Lady “Cheryl” Death,
Marthamagenta, JT, Sevenamagenta, Mary,
Kare, A-Rhodi, Rebel, Sheila A,
and Me, Barbara
LILC MarthaM Me
This write is about being in my Husbands arms.. we blink through any problem we have… and play tunes of love
home back in his arms where I belong!!! :love:
Hi everybody, my mother took a major fall this morning…taking a severe injury to the head…gonna be gone for a few days…will be back as soon as i can…prayers welcome…Kare