Cheré Mason

Cheré Mason Poems

This week end I went fishing
A fish in mind to catch
I went wishing, wishing, wishing
To catch a perfect catch
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A friend is a friend
This much is true
Best friends we were
Me and you
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3.

In the pouring rain I see her standing
The cold wind blowing against her naked legs
She used to be such a grand thing
Before daddy sent her to work in the kegs
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Rain drizzles down my soul
A slight shower turns to a storm
While my hands are cupped like a bowl
...

She sits quietly in the corner of her bedroom.
Windows and curtains shut.
Smudged make-up filthies her young face.
Tears crystallize in an eternity of regret.
...

There is nothing but deep silence around me
Only the faint feel of a wind long dead in this place
The dying sky is a paler shade than ivory
Licked with bleeding lips of lace
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Close your eyes
Hold on tight
I’ve a surprise
One you’ll like
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The sun shines down heating her skin
The wind is still, today she’ll win
She lies on her tummy watching the world
This place is her oyster and she sees her pearl
...

I walk up to the mirror
The one placed near my bed
I take a deep look within
Only to notice my lips are red
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As the chilling breeze enters my mind
I feel around for the inspirations I find
Picking up pieces of lives off the floor
My passion is a world with many an open door
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Do you remember the very first time
You lay eyes on me?
It was a while back, it was indeed
But to me I remember it as if it were just this morning
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A shower of relief falls on me,
Drenching me.
The hair on my face clings to my cheeks,
Running the black course of wet paths
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The grass dances to the rhythmic beat
Of wind toiling high in the evergreen
Moving with ease under the strobed moonlight
Dappled images swaying in their sight
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The depth of your touch can never be explained
Nor the intensity of your kiss
The vigor in your love is unequaled
As is the passion glowing in your eyes
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I don’t know how to word, all the feelings that cross my soul
When he touches me so gently, when we willingly become whole
The sensations are too great, the feeling is so raw
The beauty that we create, lust-driven to want more
...

Your scent still lingers
hours after you’ve left.
This place that surrounds me,
bounds me, taunting me
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The Best Poem Of Cheré Mason

Fish Fever

This week end I went fishing
A fish in mind to catch
I went wishing, wishing, wishing
To catch a perfect catch

I wanted to catch the big one
The one that always gets away
I waited under the hot, hot sun
I waited for that fish all day

Then there was a pull on my line
The pull so full of magic
It made me think mine, mine, mine
Me, the fisherwoman classic

This fish was big I could feel
Big and strong, a winners tale
All I had to do was reel, reel, reel
In order not to fail

Me and this fish fought a moment
Tugging and yanking, pulling and reeling
Until I screamed net! Net! NET!
Is this a winners feeling?

In that moment I knew that it was this
The moment I caught the one that got away
I caught it, I caught it, I caught it
Fishing fever is what I caught that day

Cheré Mason Comments

Pete Atkinson 01 April 2006

Chere i havent heard from you since Nov 05 I know things were getting bad and was concerned if you are still alive or being held captive.. Moreryctz

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