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My Man

Posted on September 7, 2021 by Cheryl

He stood tall as I fell down Unmoved by hell’s defiant sound. Standing resolved at the sight as I collapsed that fearful night. I noticed how his steady hand refused to tremble at mans command. Thankful once more for Gods … Continue reading →

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Haiku

Posted on November 30, 2018 by Cheryl

I don’t like haiku It breaks my heart to tell you but I must be true. I don’t like haiku. c.d.m. 2018

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The Farm

Posted on March 28, 2018 by Cheryl

    While driving a back road the other day came across an old farm in sad decay. I pulled off to the side to view the site. Wonder how this farm fell into this plight. Searching I pictured sites; … Continue reading →

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Home for Christmas

Posted on December 18, 2017 by Cheryl

No home to go to for Christmas, more than just the homeless can tout. There’s other’s alone on Christmas; so that’s what this short poem’s about. Many my age do get lonely especially at this time of year. As children … Continue reading →

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Kate’s Law

Posted on December 1, 2017 by Cheryl

I had a dream like Martin Luther King. Where I lived in a sovereign nation. My children could play in the streets each day, without fear from an alien gunman. But the people slept as base henchmen crept, into office’s … Continue reading →

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The Bucket

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Cheryl

When the bucket is empty and the well has run dry which way shall we all turn and to Whom shall we then cry? Denying the evidence of the Creator’s hand we’ve bartered and borrowed we refuse to understand. That … Continue reading →

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The Question

Posted on August 4, 2017 by Cheryl

  What if Mary Magdalen had fallen say, for John? So much she felt within her heart that she could not go on. Who would have waited at the tomb in agonizing pain, who would the Lord have then sent … Continue reading →

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Stones and Rocks

Posted on May 19, 2017 by Cheryl

  Goliath had four brothers that is the reason why, David picked up five smooth stones the giant to defy. He dared to stand and face him as armies shook with fear. One stone knocked the giant down so David … Continue reading →

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The House Wren

Posted on September 24, 2016 by Cheryl

Maude Claris Belle [the wren] Life tells of many sad stories, lived out; and then told and retold. Listen and pay close attention their wisdom bears more weight than gold. Such is the case in this story of a girl called … Continue reading →

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The Garden’s Fee

Posted on June 5, 2016 by Cheryl

  I planted a garden a thing of beauty. Each plant placed with forethought and love tenderly. I watered and pruned it fed it cautiously. Carefully arranged my garden symphony. One day it had grown to full capacity. It was … Continue reading →

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