Renewal--A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

To Donnie, my late husband, who had two absorbing passions, (Besides me,:); the big trucks he drove and fishing. We shared both. The agreement was that I must bait my own hook, rig my own line and at least try to be still and quiet. I failed at the last. In return, I did not have to clean, cook or eat a fish or take the hook out of it's mouth. Heaven on Earth is Lake Chickahominy!!
(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Renewal

Even though we need you kids, night and day
Sometimes parents have to get away
When we're physically and emotionally spent
Dispairing of dreams, wondering where they all went

Working all week by another's rules, sometimes we lose our way
Worries and stress, without relief, will put you in an early grave
Like a live wire with a thousand frays
But there are no reflections on the calming water
Like what is it worth and why do we bother

Armed with a cooler of Miller and Bud
A bucket of minnows, a cup of worms
Little feathered doo-hickeys to skip and jerk
We're off to where the wilily bass lurk

It's primeval here, that's a pterodactyl, I swear
Full of awe and wonder, we shed the civilization we wear
We've donned our ragged clothes, the worst we can find
We're all ready for a day of subline peace of mind

We strip our hearts for our solitary healing
Soul-naked and alone, a peaceful feeling

Leaning back and smoking his smelly cigars
I throw out my bobber and open the bar
Basking in the wamth of a summer sun
Cleansing, soothing water the day has begun

Catching food as man ever did
A challenge older than the pyramids
Actions of love with words unsaid
Memories immortal will never be dead

If I could tailor your heaven, eternity to last
It would be a primeval lake, teeming with bass
A diesels roar between the stars
No campers, construction or annoying cars

Thanks to Pal naturalists: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Sheila A, Karen-Tales, Cathy/Artist, Seeker, Winters Child, Barbara, Tyler, C-Ray, Colleen B, NiKi ToK$, Lady Seda

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Full Moon Rising
Category: Writing and Poetry

Full Moon Rising
(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Feel the magic all around you
The heavens rain down stardust and moonshine
As Luna unleashes her erotic lure
A madness sweeps the Earth, stops time

While the moon glides silently overhead
Wolves howl and women conceive
Moonlight dances across the sky
Its impact is hard to believe

Goddess of night and Lunar incantations
If this is a dream, then dare I awaken?
The unadventurous stay in bed
Close their drapes and cover their heads

But this moon-child hears that call
I don't care if I go down in flames
Full moon rising, Baby, come here
I don't have to know your name

Two bodies must intertwine as one
I'm searching for a likely mate
Turn around and face what you long for
You wink at me and seal your fate


It sends me into a moon-drenched frenzy
I wonder if this madness
My head full of ancient moon-song
My whole being filled with gladness

Moon-glow making my heart feel light
Two lovers entwine in mortal passion and burn
One touch from you is such a delight
The wings of our need take flight, passions lessons relearned

When the moon chuckles, glides slowly out of sight
I shake my head in a daze
To the santuary of my room I run bare
What was I thinking, I must have been crazed!

Mystified, mortified, humiliated
Breaking the hypnosis of lusts mystic call
Shaky smile and shakier legs
Time for bed-alone- you all

Thanks to nymph Pals: Lady Cheryl Death, Colleen B, Lady Seda, Wyn, Lady Oregon, Seducerofwordspoet, A-Rhodi, BreeZy B, Michelle K, Joskibear, RockyDog

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War-Maddened Insanity

The Fourth Crusade- The Sacking of Constantinople--April, 1204

(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

The Crusaders, for three days after the fall of the greatest city in Europe, murdered, raped, looted and destroyed on a scale which even the ancient Vandals and Goths would have found unbelievable. The streets ran red with blood. This is about what a soldier of Christ might have felt like when he came to his senses and viewed the carnage he had participated in.
Pope Innocent III, who launched the Crusade:
"---those who were supposed to be seeking the ends of Jesus Christ, not their own ends, who made their swords, which they were supposed to use against the pagans, drip with Christian blood---"

War Maddened Insanity

The city is taken but I can not quit
I deliver death with every step I take
Laughing out as mad men do
Commiting atrosities that make demons quake

Moonlight dances across the sky
Loosing the evil that resides within
With mindless, bloodthirsty abandon
We commit every mortal sin

The war trail of our wrath be not pretty
Religious fervor grew an army blinded to a path
Only devestation, destruction and harm
Totally uncaring of their moral morass

Not even the heavens can save us now
The things we did will be forever said
Judgement day looms before us all
Back in my right mind, I'm sick with dread

This mask of indifference is just a disguise
I plead, God, please tell me why
How will I hide this shattered heart
When so much guilt within me resides?

Our anger will destroy us in the end
Damned for forgeting you will reap what you sow
I can't find my way out of this labyrinth
Condemned my soul, it's to hell I'll go

I open my eyes to what's in front of me
Bitter tears coursing down my cheeks
All the faith I once had is now lost
As time slows to a crawl, days seem like weeks

I've given all to my God, all of these years
But in one night of madness, I've become a Satan
Embracing pure evil on this eerie night
Countless innocent lives I've callously taken

I no longer am worthy to live
Jesus wept--then whispered, "I forgive"

Thanks to warrior Pals: Lady Cheryl Death, JT, Gilligan, Lady Seda, C-Ray, Crusher, Seeturtle, Gia, United Majority, Colleen B, Sheila A, Linda, Insatiable Jewel, Winters Child

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Junk Yard Dog
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Soul-Dead Spy--A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

Soul-Dead Spy
(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Challenge line: "A moth to a flame"

From Ian Fleming to Tom Clancy, We've always been facinated by spies. The cool movie image of glamorous women, fast cars and the excitement of always winning has little in common with reality, I suspect. So this is for the spooks of the night, living dangerous, isolated lives far from home, be they American, Russian, German, Israeli, Japanese, ect. They all believe they fight a lonely, dirty war for their respective countries. In all good conscience, I can not include fanatics who deliberately target civilians for death, no matter how just they think their cause. Many moral and ethic lines are crossed every day in this business, even by our own, but not this one. O.K., call me naive, but leave me my illusions. Perhaps a wise decision not to tell the public about black ops. Do we really want to know?

Prowling the shadows worldwide
Learning secrets anyway I can
Deciding too often who lives, who dies
I'm a secret service man

I live for adrenaline fixes, pulse-pounding fear
A frisson of excitement tingling along my spine
As I surrender to danger's allure
My life and fate are no longer mine

I live each day as if it's my last
For our time is only borrowed
A road less traveled, I've lost my way
Can no longer even feel sorrow

I wish I still felt burning dedication
Don't tread on my country as only devils dare
But truth is something the whole world lacks
I'm dead inside, no longer care

Captured by the chase, it has become the death of me
Nothing will ever be the same
I just wish when I must take a life
I hurt a little more, felt my victims pain

But I can't fight this dead feeling inside
I'm still drawn like a moth to the flame
I'll break all the rules do what I must
To win this deceitful game

Held captive by secrets kept deep inside
I need my soul cleansed from the shame
Please don't hate me, I do it for you
Though you'll never know my name

Are you worth the fight for it all?
It's like being sucked into a black hole
A hole, black as ink, full of nightmares and screams
While you're back home living the same ole, same ole

Somewhere in my tortured mind
I hpe one day I won't count the cost
My soul was not for sale, I willingly gave it
I'll fly and get burned, but my cause can't be be lost

Feeling like a withered old tree in the forest
Sap no longer rising
Trying to find the will to go on
Hoping life will be wonderfully surprising

But what if we lose, what happens then?
Willing to burn up, regardless of the cost
This mission can't be stopped, voices can't be silenced
No time to consider what may be lost

I can't rise again from death and deceit
Snared within, no escape you see
With no feelings left, no real place to go
This is the only life left to me

No family, no one that I dare love
My country won't know me if I get caught
My fate will be death or a life-long cell
So I'd better remember everything I was taught

Thanks to clandestine Pals: Lady Cheryl Death, Linda, Stormy, Sheila A, United Majority, Jeff g, Glenn, Insaitable Jewel, Winters Child, Tyler, MIchelle K, BreeZy B, JT, Demme, Laurence of Ukraine, Julia, Cherie

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Requiem for Humankind
Category: Writing and Poetry

Requiem for Humankind
(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Challenge line: "My mind wandering through the wonder of you"

Earth:
Spinning through space for four billion years
A beautiful gem, so precious and rare
From comets dust and asteroids blast
I slowly create all the life that I dare

Man:
Uniting in tribes, since sentience's arrival
We take from the Earth what we need for survival
But we give back, we always restore
Take only what we must, never any more

Earth:
Can you imagine my delight, at this clever creature
Roaming my face, learning each day
I nourish it carefully with shelter and food
Hoping it's here to stay

Man:
So much to learn, so much to do
I want more and more from you
Give me comfort, give me ease
Give me freedom from disease
And I will multiply and grow
I'll cover the Earth with my works, you know

Earth:
I've made a terrible mistake to allow you to thrive
Stop this crazy madness!
You've poisoned my skies and ripped out my heart
This stark realization fills me with sadness

Man:
Over the remnants of long lost cultures
I'll build my factories, improve my life
I'll drive my car as fast as I can
Through a haze that stabs my chest like a knife

Earth:
I am broken and all my hopes for you have been spent
Stripped of all life, empty and bare
No longer fixable, my heartbeat will cease
Do any of you really care?

Man:
We wipe away these burning tears
Fearing the worst, fearing the end
We only saw what we wanted to
And still we stay blind to the truth of men

Earth:
It's not my death knell you hear, but yours
In an eon of time, I'll be good as new
I don't know what I'll create next time
But I can hear all Heaven weeping for you

Man:
My mind wandering through the wonder of you
Walking for miles in worn out shoes
I long to explore you through and through
My wounded heart is healed by you

We're pleading for your forgiveness
As uncertainty battles with hope
Is there no second chance, nothing we can do?
Surely we're smart enough to cope

Earth:
No words or deeds can right this wrong
Don't you hear the silence of no bird-song?
It is time to move on and find someplace new
Please hurry up before I turn to dust
Children, I forgive and still love you

So build your spaceships, do what you must
Say good-bye and seek a home
But don't wander back this way
I'm better off with all of you gone

I don't have to punish all that did me wrong
In the footsteps of times' whirlling hue
You will leave me before too long
I will often and fondly remember you

I'll only say this once, so listen carefully
You've learned this lesson hard
When you find a beautiful new home
Don't crap in your own back yard

Thanks to fellow future homeless Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Sheila A, Joskibear, Colleen B, The Chairman, The Falcon, BreZy B, Karen--Tales, Ediemay, Lawrence Of Ukraine, Melanie, Lost Soul--Linda, C-Ray, Seeker of Truth

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Oops! A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Rosie the Riveter Versus June Cleaver--A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

Challenge line: I just want to be wild and free

With so many able-bodied men overseas fighting, Uncle Sam asked American women to step into the breech in factories to keep war material flowing. They did so with gusto. For many, this was their first taste of independence and freedom, as heady as spring wine. Having their own money, making their own decisions, controlling their own lives was a novel joy. When the soldiers returned and employers let them go to take the men back on, it was difficult to step back into dependent, submissive rolls. The seeds of rebellion sown by the 'right-to-vote' advocates of an even earlier decade took root and over subsequent decades, exploded like kudzu and changed American culture forever.


1940's

This dreadful war has changed our lives
Our nation called and we replied
Doing things we never thought we dared
Removing conventional chains we shared
Experiencing a freedom we'd been denied

Though this freedom is paved through pain and death
We reach out with both hands and let a new life begin
Spirits soaring as we cash our paychecks
No need to make believe, no need to pretend

We're discovering ourselves, who we want to be
Traveling unfettered, open to change
Letting our hair down and having some fun
Standing on our own two feet, no fear, no shame

We are full of life and we love to live
We are living out our dreams
Tired of living by rules all our lives
Shackles and chains others devise
Our unfettered natures bursting at the seams

Sure, some will sip this heady nectar with abandon
But most don't want to be wild, just free
Independent, making our own decisions
Choosing to be who we'd always longed to be

Now the war has ended in victory
We deliriously welcome our men back home
Oh, so good to hold you again
But, damnit, my job is gone

Simmering resentment, tempered by love
As we hit the time clock for the last time
We can't go back to the life we lived
We want an independent future we can call "mine"

Walking the sidewalks looking for work
We can do anything you can do
We'll never give up, we'll never give in
Choosing our own life-style we must persue

We have nothing to lose, everything to gain
Pushing ourselves in the midst of the remains
Picking up the pieces, ignoring the pain
Refusing to let this drive us insane

If only a dreamer, life will pass us by
Wrapped in veils of regret
One step forward and two steps back
But we'll win this fight you can bet

So many battles to be won
Our victory has just begun
Look out world, here we come!

June Cleaver, a fictional character of the tv show, "Leave it to Beaver", idealized and personified what a wife and mother should be to a generation of women who strove to imitate her and a generation of men who wanted a wife just like her.
Ok, so I spoofed both Rosie and June just a bit, but I don't want muscles as big as my husbands, and any woman, exquisitely dressed and coiffed, cooking dinner in 3 inch heels everyday, has got it coming from someone who pushes microwave buttons in pajamas and bare feet :). I consider both veiwpoints valid, depending on your personal inclinations. The point is in having a choice. No offense to anyone intended.


1950's

What I want out of life
Is simple as can be
You getting down on bended knee
Sweeetly proposing marriage to me

I don't want my freedom, just you beside me
I want to live the American Dream with you
Rearing a family, building a good life
Making all our dreams come true

I want a white house with blue shutters
I want a yard for you to mow
I want an old-fashioned porch swing
Where we can watch our children and flowers grow



I want our two and half kids
As they have statistically stated
A wading pool and a tire swing
A cat, a dog and a rabbit unmated
All the joy suburbia can bring

I want church every Sunday
Dressed to the hilt for all to see
I want my kids and my home so sparkling clean
All my neighbors will envy me

I want to cook your meals and match your socks
The love I get back is merely a plus
I want to rub your back and fill your bed
As I give of myself, completing us

I love it all, the laughter and tears
Hoping the warm, happy moments will never end
In your arms is my safe place
Content my will to yours ever bend

Making a life with you close to me
I'll always be home, I'm forever your friend
Just tell me who you want me to be
Two hearts united, together till the end

I don't want to be wild and free
Pleasing you is my first priority
I just want you to take care of me

Thanks to homemakers and rebels: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Winters Child,
Rebecca, Tyler, NavWorks, barb, Colleen B, Sevenamagenta, Michelle, NiKi Roc$, seeturtle, David, Virgie, deedrado, Linda, Jeffry, Elly, Seducerofwordspoet, Mrs. K, Joskibear, A-Rhodi, Laurence of Ukraine

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Stolen Moments--A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

(these are not Neanderthal. I just liked the picture. :)

Stolen Moment

From out of the past my story I tell
Of a bright love in the place where spirits dwell
Awakening my spirit with picks and awls
You refer to us as Neanderthalls

Behind the screen of a waterfall
Is a place where angry, bad spirits dwell
The Shaman forbid us to enter this cave
Where demons wait to take us to Hell

So it was a place I could hide from the leader
Who had claimed me for his own
For a few precious hours I could get away
From this fierce warrior with a heart of stone

Cool sparkling water cascaded down
As I sat dreaming of flying free like the birds
Suddenly he was standing there
My true love the call of my heart had heard

Holding me tight, not letting me go
A misty spray our bodies surround
Red hungry love, aching to be released
Amidst the tears, a flood of joy I've found

How I wished I could spend all my time with him
Lying with him among the soothing sounds
Beautiful reflections in his gentle eyes
Is this paradise which we have found?

My feelings for him are so hard to hide
He says, "Sorrow not, let your beauty shine"
And kisses my lips so sweetly as I sigh
And our two hearts forever intertwine.

I thought a safe haven with him was what I had found
But there came a roaring challenge, a terrible sound
I jumped to my feet quickly and looked around
The leader lifted his club, we had been found

Jealousy-driven, he dared the cursed cave
With a snarl of rage he attacked
A carver of stone, a gentle man
My lover valiantly fought back

Then the leader's foot slipped
Over the falls he went
Was it the God of the Waters
Or was this death demon sent?

I care not, if I can share his warm embrace
He's the new leader whose love holds my gaze
Now our moments don't come to an end with the sun
Don't dig up our bones, my story is done

Fellow archeologist Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Lawerence of Ukraine, Medusa, Jayne, Sheila A, Linda, Juliet, A-Rhodi, Raiden, Winters Child, Smiley, Joskibear--Thanks!

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All or Nothing---A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

All or Nothing
(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Family photographs, so precious and dear
A walk back through time seen so clear

Mingling with the tears of grief that I cry
Are the fears of years gone by

I must try hard to regain my dignity
My world that death has stole
Where do I begin, where do I start
To take my shattered fortune and make it whole

I want to be the lightening
Not wait for it to strike
I shudder in fear to comtemplate
What a life of poverty is like

I watch cool, sparkling water cascading down
A shimmering curtain of thundering sound
The Falls might and power, an astounding sight
If I don't get killed, I may die of fright

Filled with resolve for this life or death gamble
I shake and feel my world out of place
I know my heart must no longer falter
I'll survive and triumph with His holy grace

The barrel envelopes me as I lie down
Terror tells me I love life with a whimpering sound
But like a driving force that cannot be stopped
I'm drawn inevitably over the top

Water dampens the sound of my cries
I'm screaming but hearing no sound
Just when I thought I was in such control
I lose my wits, spinning round and round

The splash down and rescue leaves me in a daze
I realize with wonder that I'm ok
Looking to the heavens, I fervently pray
From my foolishness, He let me walk away

No, I wouldn't do it again
Risking my life for money was surely a sin




Annie Edison Taylor--1838-1921

Annie was a 63 year old school teacher, the first person to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel in 1901. She sent a cat over first which did not survive. She used a pickle barrel, constructed of oak and iron and padded with a mattress. Her motive? Money for her old age. She was a civil war widow, acustomed to a genteel life-style and her inheritance from her parents was about gone.
Quotes:

"For a woman who had had money all her life and been used to refined surroundings and the society of cultured people, it's horrible to be poor."

"I might as well be dead as to remain in my present condition."

"If it was with my dying breath, I would caution anyone against attempting the feat. I would sooner walk up to a cannon, knowing it was going to blow me to pieces than make another trip over the Falls."

Though she signed a contract with a promoter, she did not gain the lasting security she wanted and lived out the later years of her life in poverty.

Thanks to courageous Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Colleen B, Linda, rebecca, A-Rhodi, Ronnale, Jennifer, Naome, Debra, Michelle, Live-free Heather, Tiger, Laurie, Tyler, Crusher, Barbara

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Riding the Rails--(A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)
Riding the rails

Driving drunk, speeding along
I took my eyes off the road and crashed the car
You died in my arms, covered in blood
I walked away with a soul-shattering scar

Like hanging off the edge of a cliff
Like a tear that will not fall
Suspended in that moment
Of time, I knew I'd lost it all

I have to get away from here
I can't live in a world without you
It hurts so much, I can't stand it
But where to go and waht to do?

Head reeling, heartsick with thoughts of you
Stoically leaving my life with no plans
Unable to even say good-bye
Leaving behind all promises grand

Running, a wictim of my own crime
Years spent riding this steel highway
Guilt pushes me ever onward
My soul chained to yours, I can't get away

Dreams turned to dust, behind these tired eyes
I thought I left you round that last bend
Relaxing my mind and feeling at ease
Then grief sneaks up and I'm crying again

I no longer know what I once desired
Future cancelled out by my bloody past
Living this life of dirt and hell
I'm so tired, I wish I could rest at last

A boxcar Willie whispers low
Don't mess with her, my friend
She's hard as nails, cold as ice
And she'll surely do you in

Sleeping beneath a railroad bridge
Burning food on a shared campfire
Keeping to myself and away from cops
I've to to get out of this dismal mire

I want to come back home to you, but
Everytime I try is like a knife's deep cut

Will I disappear without a trace
Or can you forgive me for taking your life?
Is atonement years of riding these rails
Or knowing I will never be your wife?

Thanks to hobo Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, A Rhodi, Barbara, Butterfly, Winters Child, Naome, Sheila A, Michelle, Jo, Tyler, Juliet, Karen at the foot of the bed, Laurie

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Unclean!!---A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

(A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Unclean!!

They say I carry a deadly disease
But I just know that cannot be true
How can anyone believe such a crazy thing
I'd never do anything to harm you!

Held captive in the state's embrace
I know I'll never be free
Such tragedy for all those families involved
But it has nothing to do with me

Abruptly ending before their time
Yesterdays memories gone in a flash
My life is no longer mine
All my hopes are fading fast

I won't willingly fill the role of prisoner
Into which I've been so unfairly cast
My mind churns, it there a way out?
Surely this nightmare can't forever last

If only I could relive those good old days
Glistening tears from my fearful eyes fall
Can I really still believe after all those died?
Yes! Though they have really put me through it all

The people are full of hatred and fear
If they could, I'm sure they'd stone me
Even though I faithfully nursed the sick
All my friends and neighbors disown me

But my fate is sealed, nothing I can do
Thinking maybe, somehow, this was all just a joke
The door just slammed, taking all my hope
With that final sound, it is difficult to cope

My solitary life has begun---
Years of nothingness
A past without a future
Loneliness---


Mary Mallon, AKA, Typhoid Mary--1869-1938

She was the first person in the US to be identified as a healthy carrier of typhoid fever. Over the course of her career as a cook, she infected 47 people, 3 of whom died. She was forcibly quarantined for three years, then released on condition that she cease working as a cook. She vehemently denied her role in causing the disease, changed her name and returned to cooking. She was again isolated in 1915, this time for life. As horrible as it is to spend your life isolated from the human race, your life over, what else could health officials of that time do? Sad.

Thanks to prisoner Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Colleen B, Michelle, del'jean, Sheila A, Ruggi, Virgie, JT

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Waiting by the Homefires---A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

"We must all hang together, or we will most assuredly hang separately"--Benjamin Franklin

This poem is dedicated to the memory of these and all of the other Revolutionarie's wives who waited at home in fear for their husbands's lives, their fortunes, their children's futures. What did they think of this mad gamble in thier secret hearts?

Waiting by the Homefires (A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

Sitting in the garden and having some tea
Fireflies dancing on a summers eve
Wishing you were here with me
Not bound but free to live and be

Loving you from the depths of my soul
Though the house is filled with a black cloud of doom
Oh, if only you could come back to me
And gently dispel this utter feeling of gloom

Sharing your secrets, dreams and thoughts
Concealing tears shimmering in my eyes
Never saying a discouraging word
It's so hard to keep up a brave disguise

What an awful chance we take!
Life is beautiful and frail, easily broken
We're throwing caution to the wind, my love
So risky to give all, not just a token

Summer has come to me with it's sighs and murmurs
I send you wispers of love floating on the breeze
While the hum of creation goes about it's way
I urge you to be safe with my fervent pleas

I place a candle in the window and pray you're alright
My shadow the only one who walks beside me
It doesn't get any lonelier than that
Oh, from worry, how I crave relief!

My heart bleeds with splinters of doubt
Could we change course and find another way?
I can hardly believe this is real
But these are things I dare not say

Afraid and alone life grows dim
Wanting so much to be wrapped in your arms
Time moves ever so slow
As I wait and wait to see you out of harm

Losing will make everything we've done wrong
But winning will make it right
We'll celebrate with laughter and joy
Free from oppression, no longer to fight

I'm afraid of loneliness and everlasting good-byes
If I should lose you, I would relentlessly grieve
I'm tired of living in fear as the years go by
Of a life without you, I cannot conceive

But if you die, I'll remember this
My time with you was so worthwhile
Future Americans will owe their freedom to you
You fought that extra bloody mile


Martha Washington--1731-1802
Martha Jefferson-1748-1782
Dolly Madison--1768-1849
Deborah Franklin--1708-1774


Abigail Adams- 1744-1818

Wife of President John Adams and mother of President John Quincy Adams. Let's let Abigail speak for herself. Do you hear the precusors to Women's Lib here?:)
Quotes:

I begin to think that a calm is not desirable in any situation in life. Man was made for action and for bustle too, I believe

If particular care is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to forment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation

Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of husbands. Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could

Great necessities call out great virtues

The habits of a vigorous mind are formed in contending with difficulties

Arbitrary power is like most things that are very hard, very liable to be broken

We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond to them

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature--

Well knowledge is a fine thing, and mother Eve thought so: But she smarted so severely for hers, that most of her daughters have been afraid of it since

If we mean to have heroes, statesmen and philosophers, we should have learned women

A special thanks to Glenn for his help in reasearching 'Crabby Abby'

Thanks to patriot Pals: Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Michelle, NavWorks, Colleen B, Laurence of Ukraine, The Falcon, Sheila A, Linda, Glenn, Raiden, Nature's Child69, Winters Child, Medusa, Joskibear, An Angels Knight

Challenge line: 'Fireflies dancing on a summers eve'

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Hot!!----A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Amnesia--A Cheryl’s Pals Collab
Category: Writing and Poetry

Amnesia (A Cheryl's Pals Collab)

I walk the streets in shadows, searching
Driven by this endless, aching need I feel
This hunger in my heart
Just to know what's real

No matter where I go, I always end up here
My eyes bright as the busy street mutters and roars
Did I once live here in this neighborhood?
Will I find who I am behind one these doors?

I feel so lost and lonely
I yearn for just one friend
The chance to reach out my hand
Have a name and a life again

It's been a sad, dispairing year
Of desparately seeking me
Lost are the days that might have been
Thinking of the days that will never be

Maybe I should just give up
I should forget the past I've lost and move on
But a voice in my head tells me this is wrong
I can't think of tomorrow when yesterday's gone

I'm gone in my mind
Never to return, I fear
Eyes filled with unclarity, as I look in the mirror
I feel as though I might disappear

Is someone searching, loving me?
I wonder some days where I have been
Do I have a home, maybe some kids?
Have I lived a life of virtue or sin?

With the musty scent of dead roses
Memories come as the daylight fades
The knowledge of a thousand deadly sins
Is the fabric of which my past is made!

Cradling my head in my hands, lost in sorrow
I've just begun to comprehend
Maybe I can start to make amends
I just don't know where or how to begin

I wish I was surrounded once more
By a forgetful, peaceful shield
I don't want to know the person I am
I want run away from here and hide in the dark
I don't want kill as I know she will

Thanks to fellow lost Pals; Lady 'Cheryl' Death, Sheila A, Jayne, Glenn, Michelle, Joskibear, Winters Child, Linda, The Falcon, Rachel Annne, Blacksunshine, Colleen B, Lady Oregon, Comedian Professor Bob, Laurie

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