Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
Biography of Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele
Retired FEMA inspector, environmentalist, activist, Unitarian Universalist, special education teacher and poet, lives and writes in Montgomery, Alabama. I have attended workshops with Franz Wright in Provincetown, MA in Oct.2005 and with Robert Pinsky in Camden, NJ at Rutgers in 2005. I am published in Write On, Poetic Hours, Penwood Review, Down in the Dirt, Distinguished Writings, Bell's Letters, Alabama Anthology 2006 and Alabama Poet's Society 2006. I have a Master's Degree in Public Administration from Penn State University and a Masters in Education from Alabama State University.
Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele's Works:
'Hurricane Gumbo'(An Anthology) (2010) , 'Frances Gough's Reincarnation'(2012) and my first collection of poetry, drawings and letters, 'Earthquakes in Our Fingertips' (2013) .
Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele Poems
Manifestation Of A Buddha
A child missing for a year in remote Nepal, re-emerges now 'The Enlightened one, ' the reincarnated Buddha, cross-legged beneath a tree. No sign of ten months
From The Inside Out – An Autistic View
The autistic child’s fingers fly across the keys releasing inaudible syllables of joy, floating upward between his fingers.
Any Other Name
A charred piece of bread doesn't care if it is given the name of “toast.” Neither does a bird pause its song to see itself properly identified
A Little Blue Shell
A fragile robin’s egg lies in my path, unbroken about forty-five feet below it’s mother’s nest.
Awakened in haste, I threw my cotton sheets into random creases, capturing my startled dreams.
It's Just Blood
I had just accidentally smashed my boyfriend Howard in the forehead with a horseshoe. The blood surged through his eight year old fingers,
Poverty Is Not
An infectious disease spread through the air or blood.
Where Are The Flower Children?
Our sons and daughters conceived in strawberry fields have talked dad into tying his hair back and mom into wearing a bra and conforming
If I Should Lose My Soul
Will music fall flat upon my ears? Could the sun rising become only the day's light?
Be Quiet Please
Silence sings, if you listen. Warning.... earthly frequencies
Once again Einstein rules the universe, this time his 'dark energy' viewed through Hubble's eyes
A child's ear on the track listening to low vibrations first. Slight fear and trepidations hum.
Sharing their space breathing in their air I could not see them.
How Am I? Well,
useful parts of me have not fallen off. Thoughts are not missing yet. These eyes can
Sharing their space
breathing in their air
I could not see them.
What they are
forever lies outside
my sense of knowing.
Their authentic movement