Cheryl Adair

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theres a fly in my soup
should i let him drown?

theres a fly in my soup
...

you and i have come a long long way
travelled a lot of back roads and highways
we've seen the best and worst there is to see
and thru it all you've meant so much to me
...

I had a dream of you
and your crystal blue eyes
I stepped inside your soul
and I knew you for a moment
...

as we are eternally bound by love
destined to walk the road of life
as we vow to be forever true
i will hold you close to me
...

in the distance i can hear
the approach of the planes
bringing their fiery death
which they dropp like rain
...

a path of dirt - weary and worn
a roosters cry in the early morn
a wooden fence - stretching a mile
a porch swing where they rested awhile
...

7.

theres a world outside of mine
but you know, sometimes i forget
to stop and take a look around
i get so caught up in 'me' (and yet)
...

Somewhere past the setting sun
close to where the rivers run
Wrapped in cloaks of evergreen
never heard and never seen
...

Love is the dressing
that binds all wounds
and stills the flow of blood
Until the healing powers
...

you come to me now and offer to share
you hold out your hand so i'll think you care
you tell me you're sorry and you just didn't know
that i was waiting and that i needed you so
...

twas the week before christmas and my vehicle died
a total kick in the head not to mention my pride
now i'm flat broke - i ain't got no ride
(and thats not even the worst part!)
...

one minute till midnight
standing in the snow
the wolves begin to howl
the wind begins to blow
...

you've always said so much to me
without having to utter a word
for my heart beats in time with yours
and not a thought goes unheard
...

silent pictures
a world in a frame

a moment in time
...

we should each seek to humble ourselves
and to sleep the sleep of children:

undisturbed by dreams and demons
...

16.

when you hear the summer rain falling
falling softly on the leaves
when you think you hear a memory calling
mingled faintly on the breeze
...

17.

may the light of Heaven shine down on thee
and the Angels on high sing your name
whatever this life takes from thee
may it not be lost in vain
...

talk with me
walk with me
laugh with me
dance with me
...

everyday i wake up
and i face the hurt
all over again
...

sometimes late at night
when the whole world is asleep
i walk alone through a garden
of memories that i keep
...

Cheryl Adair Biography

Started writing poems in seventh grade, and it's been a wonderful hobby ever since. I wrote nearly everyday from the early 70s thru the early 80s - at which time I stopped, and even threw out all my notebooks full of poetry I had written. Over the past 20 years, I have only written the occaisional poem. I am currently trying to re-ignite that fire.)

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Fly In My Soup

theres a fly in my soup
should i let him drown?

theres a fly in my soup
i can't eat it now!

theres a fly in my soup
he's paddling frantically

i see a fly in my soup
d'ya reckon he see's me?

is he pleading to me in silence
'help me help me please'?

apparently he doesn't know
i detest flies and fleas

he's doing the backstroke now
begging me for his life

he should be so lucky!
wheres my butter knife?

should i smash him
should i fish him out

should i quietly depart
or should i scream and shout

should i toss a royal snit fit
or affect a dainty faint

hard to say but this i know:
eating it - i ain't! !

(written: dec.25,2004)

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