Cheryl’s Pals Saturday Share ~ Come One, Come All !!!
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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 ~275 Lines!!
Come Look to see who gave lines this week!
(I Hope I got Everyone!!!)
Cheryl’s Line:
“Splattered and scattered”
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This Blog is scheduled this week
I (Lady Cheryl) am on vacation
I will do my best to pop in from time to time
THIS BABY I LOVED SO MUCH.
EVEN THOUGH I JUST FOUND OUT TODAY OF BEING PREGNECT .
THEN CAME IN THE BAD NEWS I WAS LOSING MY BABY.
I NEVER DREAMED THE PAIN WOULD HURT SO PLENTY.
BUT MY SOUL HAS WENT INSIDE HIDDING LIKE A CHILD.
THIS GRIEF IS DRIVING ME DRINKING WILD.
THIS BABY WELL BE FLUSHED AND NOT BURRIED.
I WAS 5 TO 6 WEEKS ALONG.
NOW I WAIT TO LOSE THE REMAINING HAS I LISTEN TO A SAD SONG.
LOVE HURTS, LOVE SCARES, AND LOVE BRUSIES THE HEART.
I NEVER DREAMED I WOULD GET PREGNECT TO ONLY LOSE THE LOVE I CARRY INSIDE.
THIS TIME THE HURT CUTS LIKE A KNIFE PIERCING MY CHEST.
MY ONLY LIFE WAS A CHILD ILL NEVER KNOW.
HE OR SHE IS NOT JUST AND IT .
HE OR SHE WAS GOING TO BE MY CHILD.
WHEN I THINK OF THE LOSS I BEGIN TO SOB .
WHAT IF HE OR SHE FLEW ME LIKE A BIRD.
INSTEAD IM BURRIED SIX FEET UNDER THE HURT.
AND IF I COULD GIVE BACK THE DAY I WOULD CHANGE MY WAYS.
SORROW COMES IN AND GREY FLOATS ALL AROUND ME.
THIS GRIEF IS KILLING ME.
I WANTED A BABY FOR ALONG TIME.
INSTEAD MY BABY DIES.
THIS WORLD IS CRUEL AND UNFAIR.
BUT DO I QUESTION HEAVEN IF I DARE.
OR DO I JUST EXCEPT THE PAIN.
AND LIVE WITH WHAT REMAINS.
THIS IS SO UNFAIR I CAN’T BREATH ITS TRUE.
I TAKE A SWALLOW TO NUMB THE PAIN FOR THE TEARS WONT STOP.
SO HERES TO HEAVENS GRACE MAY HE TAKE CARE OF MY BABY WITH GRACE.
This is so beautiful and sweet! :love:
SCATTERED
Steamy and dreamy
Feelings are creamy
You draw near me
On bended knee
He did creep
He was my one true master
Kept me warm and safe at night
Feelings within were not right
Yearning for love not another fight
Let me turn out one more light
One more fight and I take flight
To be lost once again in the burgeoning night
I gave up hope of a rescue by shining knight
He was lost to loves first bite
Poured all his heart on a whim and stayed
Marveled at what he had just made
Wishing the night would never fade
With a solemn sigh I prayed
A total lack of skill displayed
As the drill put in its place
Slowly the tears course down her face
I had to go and hire a maid
To mop up the tears she did shed
Splattered and scattered
From the mess there
And every where
Drink your coffee to the dregs
And drink beer all night and drink from Kegs
A cup for me and the other is Megs
With crispy fried frogs legs
I keep thinking I need to get another keg
Poured all his heart on a whim and stayed
Marveled at what he had just made
Wishing the night would never fade
With a solemn sigh I prayed
A total lack of skill displayed
As the drill put in its place
Slowly the tears course down her face
And there a masterpiece creation was made
Smoke the house with backer and sage
Splattered and scattered
Bestrew scatterbrained they all came
Irregular and isolated was wide spreaded
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————————— © August 31 , 2o11
Pals: Lady “Cheryl” Death, Michelle K, Mikey, Pink Sapphire
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PICKING UP THE PIECES
By Barbara K
A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Broken and tattered,
my emotions tossed aside,
worn, torn and exhausted,
I desperately try to recover
what’s left of me inside;
trying to collect
all the tears that I’ve shed,
gathering up the pieces
of what’s left to mend,
putting back together
fragments strewn about
of this broken heart
that seemed so battered
and torn apart
with no way to repair.
But as I begin to reassemble
this broken heart of mine,
splattered and shattered
and strewn about
in a manner so unkind,
I feel the soothing rain
as it gently soothes my soul
and I find the love
that smoothes the edges
of emotions rough and raw
as I pick up the pieces
one by one
and put them all together,
sealing them with your love.
(c) barbara kausteklis 9-3-11
Thanks to Pals: Lady “Cheryl” Death,
Detox, Michelle K, Diane, Bella,
Mary Margaret, Rebel,
and Me, Barbara
Hello everyone am late fer the write as usual hug’s and such love!
Splattered and Scattered
you say her fate
coloring my face
with disgust and hate
falling out of cycles begun
in the eyes of the road just done
walk away from sanity
right back in insanity
scared to walk a tread of clean
addicted to and must a ween
through her eyes her spirit bleeds
Scattered in Splattered
This canvas breaths
Pain in Colors
Saturday Share
A Cheryls Pals Collab
By: MM-2011
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:love: Nearly all the ingredients that love is made of! kitchen? What kitchen?Wonderful message!