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 403 Lines!!
Come Look to see who gave lines this week!
(I Hope I got Everyone!!!)
We so hope you LOVE This Blog!!!
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I’ve paid for your sickest fantasies;
I’ve humored your darkest whim
There’s Five Sorrowful Mysteries
And I must say they were grim
But the time has come about
For my return to light your way
Are you looking for a way out
Well Armageddon is here today
So line up and don’t be late
For a ride with me to paradise
The demons wait to seal your fate
With politics and feel good lies
So come to my celestial amusement park
Although 99% of you will be left in the dark
(L.CD.)(LS)
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Pals: Lady “Cheryl” Death, Jackie, Bella, LS, A Poetic Heart, Michelle K
Looking for a way out
with blinders on
so much doubt
energy gone
Looking for a way
to escape a malaise
lethargy at play
that fills my days
a torpor of inertia
sinking in apathy
life lived in absentia
(L.C.D)
Thanks for dangling a line for me to play on……A total hoot!
LOOKING FOR A WAY OUT
A Cheryl’s Pals’ Collab
by Scotorum
I know that your wounded heart is held by a suture,
and that thin little thing holds the key to your future.
Keep that suture-protector quite close to your heart.
Then sleep till you wake and must remove the dart.
Your heart will bleed out, then your spirit will roam
o’er the waves with their frothy white sea caps of foam.
I’ll join you out there in your leaky old boat
We’ll pledge: never again will we order the goat.
We’ll get down on the floor and write a collab poem.
If cops knock on our door we’ll pretend we’re not home.
When outside displays naught but coldest dark weather.
You’ll ride my a** hard with your whips and your leather.
I’ll tickle your feet with a big peacock feather.
(Which reminds me: never say Peacock to a self-conscious man.
Avoid that at all costs if you possibly can!)
We’ll promise to take us where we’ve never been,
while huddled together and sharing our skin.
Never again will we fear being caught
in a sneaky little plot when our freedom is bought.
I’ve got to go now, but I will be back later.
I was just kidding; I’m a poetry satyr.
No really, I’ll see you later alligator
after I explode from my old life detonator.
Why don’t we escape in that same elevator
where I was once trapped with a wild masturbater?
Now just one floor to go before we reach the top!
Let’s hope before then it won’t come to a stop.
Where did everyone go? Stress is taking its toll.
I hope they come back and make everything whole.
Perhaps somewhere where there’s no carpet of snow
we’ll find fields of poppies are able to grow.
Who cackled: “poppies, poppies will get them to sleeping!”
“Drat! Poppy magic doesn’t work when they’re *bleep*ing.”
The lesson is clear and it oft bears repeating:
Do not waste a moment while two hearts are beating.
Beauty in red flows from seeds that we sow
Some fine day in the future will be time to say: Go!
Then those who care for us will finally shout:
THERE THEY GO NOW: THEY HAVE FOUND THEIR WAY OUT!
Copyright October 14th 2011 RGD
The life-changers who played a line: Angel Love (2), Bella (4), dee (2), Diane (3), Glenn, Jackie (4), JT, Lady “Cheryl” Death, LS (4), Michelle K (5), silver lining.
Looking for a way out
after I barged in
She had lips like a trout
and was boney and thin
We did the supine fandango
she rattled like an old truck
I stuffed her mouth with a mango
for screaming F**** F**** F****
She did holler and scream
enough to waken the dead
Just like a nymphomaniac dream
she needed sumpin’ stuffed in her head
So doing the fandango
drooling her mango
I sought a way out
from my gasping old trout
I tried to release her
after I had pleased her
I should have greased her
I was stuck in place
with ol’ mango face
Ahhh…a beautiful, romantic love story…I’m certainly swooning :love:
When the black shards of the rain
Pierce the gap of the pure cold wind
And the iced watery hazes of pain
Bring her storming into my mind,
I thinkt of the thirsty seeking water
that no thirst can ever truly find.
Brightness drenching the dark
As lightning wanders again,
She quenched my lightnings spark
When once as lovers we had lain,
And her voice coming softly after
was but prelude to the storm
And the dying of her laughter
Was the mist becoming rain.
Looking for her way out
As clouds began to pout
Beautiful write, honey :love: emotional
Looking for a way out
after she said no
Not one to pout
it’s time to go
Put in my place
with a foot in my face
I so the pearly gate
but couldn’t negotiate
led me to the garden gate
then she’d hesitate
let me peek inside
then I was denied
Looking for a way out
of all my little lies
she knew what I was about
as I pathetically tries and tries
(L.C.D) (& Me)
Who’s The Stinker
A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
By Michelle R. King
Hahahahahaha…OMG this is so cute
I laughed so hard that it made me toot
Reading a funny card at my local Wal*Mart
I’m so embarrassed that I ripped a loud fart
It just slipped and I wanted to hide
I need to look for a way “out”side
I was so afraid of being caught
Run like hell is what I ought
From being so embarrassed of what slipped out
I could blame the greasy man with the large fuzzy snout
Oh, I’ll just blame my hubby on that smell
And no one will suspect that it was ever Michelle
My little stinkers that left a line:
Mary, Lady Cheryl Death, Diane, LS, Jackie, and a few from me 😯 😳
Thanks so much for all the wonderful posts so far *smiling* My Daughter-in-law Amy is here with Jackson and we will be going out for much of the day!!!
I’ll BB later this evening to see if there are any new posts…….
Much Love
Lady Cheryl
here is a escaper…crapper hope ya-like? One for HALLOWEEEN yeahhhhhhh!!!
LOST AND ALL ALONE
BY BARBARA
A CHERYL’S PALS COLLAB
This place is dark,
I’ve lost my way
as night has chased
away the day.
I’m trying not
to make a peep
as lost I am
within this boggy
marsh so deep.
I hear frogs croaking
in the dark
and shuffling feet,
as big dogs bark;
my heart’s beginning
to beat out loud.
I certainly hope
it’s not a crowd
coming this way
through the dark.
I just wish
that it was day.
And above the croaks
of the frogs so loud,
and my beating heart,
such a deafening sound,
I can’t help but hear
those big dogs bark.
Yikes!
I hate being
so very lost
in the dark.
It started, oh,
so simply enough,
a little midnight stroll
in the park,
as feeling restless
I could not sleep;
just a short walk
out in the dark.
But things soon
got so out of hand,
and now everywhere I turn
I’m more trapped in the maze,
so lost I can’t even begin
to see through the haze,
in every direction
walls impeding my gaze.
LET ME OUT,
LET ME OUT,
LET ME OUT
of here.
I hate
being
so very
lost
in
the
dark.
BUT WAIT,
there it is,
I see it now,
that light at the end
of the tunnel right there;
I see it through the haze.
There it is!
I couldn’t ask for a better view
and I’m out of here,
enough of this.
I’m heading back to bed.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-15-11
Thanks for sharing your lines:
Lady “Cheryl” Death, Michelle K,
Bella, LS/Lost Soul, Dee, Diane,
Scotorum, and Me, Barbara.
All such wonderful Collabs. I have to run to a soccer game but will be back later to comment. Thanks for the smile this morning. Happy Saturday!
This has been a very interesting blog. 🙂 Alot of different takes on the line”Looking for a way out” ‘k. Here’s mine
My Struggle,and Consquental Victory–through Him.
(A Cheryl’s Pals Collab)
My heart was torn,my soul was closed,fear had all–but taken control.
It pressed upon me deep inside-would not let up–so to God I cried!
Please help me out! I long to live–to taste sweet Peace–tis yours to give.!
Please help me find the answers I seek–please help me now–Oh Lord of deep Peace!
So,I held my arms close to my side–I wept and cried- with each fear–and each tide,
Then,answers did come,and Peace did ensue-finally,thank God,Halleijuah,I am through-
For,He heard my cry,He heard my shout-( Help me,dear Lord–I’m Looking for a way Out!” )
I thank Him so–for He always abounds. Praise His name forever–Halleijuah–to the Sound. (His)
This poem is dedicated to all those who are going through or have gone through intense internal struggle(s),question(s),and doubt(s). (I think that would be a good many folks. At least at some point in their life). It is also dedicated to Jehovah Shalom–The God of Peace,(The Lord of Peace,The Prince of Peace),for His never ending Love,Grace,Compassion and Understanding–to all Mankind. Especially- for those who struggle. Thank you,Lord,for Victory,and t/y;to all of you,for your patience and understanding. Much Love and Grace,Elfwing/Brenda Brite
copywright 10-15-2011 by Elfwing/Brenda Brite
Lines used or modified: “Looking for a way out”–Lady”Cheryl”Death
“I held my arms close to my side”– Jackie(Joby)
“Halleijuah to the sound”———–Jackie(Joby)
about crying doing this combined altogther tonight hug’s
Very interesting hon. 🙂 T/y for sharing.