Some of my Poetry

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Rising from
the ashes

the phoenix it rises
from the ashes of the pyre
the phoenix it rises
from the ashes of its sire
and the phoenix is clothed
in purple and gold
and the phoenix makes new
all that is old

the phoenix it carries
the ashes of its sire
up to the sun god
higher and higher
and it leaves the ashes
on the altar in the sky
and comes down again
from way up on high

the phoenix spreads out
its beautiful wings
and opens its beak
and a new life it sings
and clung to his talons
are the ashes of yore
to remind him that all things
are born ever more

the phoenix it rises
and sings out his song
the phoenix it knows
to him who belongs
he spreads out his wings
and glides o'er the earth
and shows all to see
he has had his rebirth

the phoenix lives
for five hundred years
lives through our heartaches
and all of our tears
the phoenix reminds us
that joy is at hand
As love moves over
the surface of the land
©CRD 2001



An Almanac of Ache
The box sits where it always sat
In a half open drawer by my bed
I dare not touch it
Dare not stare
That box is my almanac of ache.

Pretty cards, precious stones
Photographs of laughter
A coaster from the pub
Reminders of loss
Fill my almanac of ache.

It used to be my treasure chest
A box of love and joy
It used to be my heart
It used to be
It is but a coffin for my happiness.
copyright Cheryl O'Brien 2003

ROSEBUD

Crumpled and worn
Broken and torn
It lay in the gutters of life

Battered and beaten
From all the cheatin'
Shattered from all the strife

It once was a rose bud
Red, warm as blood
Smiling at the new day

Nodding gaily
Loving life daily
Standing strong in the way

The storms that came
And brought the shame
Took innocence from the rose

How long it stood
Searching for good
No one really knows

Now cast away
No life, no play
The rosebud blooms again

This time it lives
In the love it gives
And lifes eternal chain

Petals straighten
Stem strengthens
And the blossom is renewed

The sun shall rise
Upon the wise
Who see the flowers good




SMASH THE FORMULA

smash the formula
break its neck
dont write like that
what the heck
write what comes
who cares for love
devils and demons
god and angels above
blast the flowers
ignore the hope
forget the fear
dont mention dope
creating the images
writers make formulae
then get stuck in it
and wonder why
writers write
painters paint
what we show you
just maybe aint!
(c)28/08/02 CRD