Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

Rookie - 9 Points (April 4th,1953 / Montgomery, AL)

Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele Poems

41. Wanted-Missing Link 4/11/2007
42. Real Portrait 4/25/2007
43. Where Are The Flower Children? 8/22/2007
44. Sweet Thoughts (A Child's Verse) 9/2/2007
45. Passing Through 1959 8/25/2013
46. The Sunny Side Of Life 8/9/2007
47. Be Quiet Please 10/28/2008
48. For Bill Kanouse 6/17/2007
49. Girl In Vegetative State Plays Tennis 10/28/2008
50. Our Phases Of The Moon 6/18/2012
51. Manifestation Of A Buddha 11/16/2008
52. Any Other Name 11/25/2008
53. Dream Pockets 7/8/2007
54. Gone Fishing 10/28/2008
55. A Little Blue Shell 10/29/2008
56. Martin Luther King's Dream - Revisited 11/4/2007

Comments about Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

  • Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peele Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peele (1/29/2017 8:01:00 AM)

    Thank you Madhabi Banerjee!

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  • Madhabi Banerjee Madhabi Banerjee (1/29/2017 1:51:00 AM)

    thanks. I love your poem and enjoy much

  • Tushar Ray Tushar Ray (2/19/2015 6:09:00 PM)

    Thanks, I deeply enjoyed your poem. This is a fascinating true story that I also read about, and believe on his rebirth in a new body. I came to read your poem as a cross reference from my poem on Lord Buddha. Please come to read mine.

  • Chris Mendros (7/23/2008 11:22:00 AM)

    Technically sound but spontaneous as a hot ember after a fire, Cheryl's poetry pushes the limits of the American-English dialect. By combining the structural soundness of a studied poet with the curious wonder of a child-like spirit, her work illustrates the potential of the American mind.
    While Cheryl does God’s work “for a living, ” the youthful exuberance of her creative writing, juxtaposed with an honest real-world perception, conveys an indomitable joy that dwells in her heart- in defiance of troubling realties- to produce poetry that should stand strong among the treasures of the American canon.
    Or, more accurately and concisely, what Carole said: >)

  • Carole Clark (5/19/2007 8:07:00 AM)

    rebirthing without a psychiatrist or midwife

Best Poem of Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

Gone Fishing

Gone Fishing

Daily, I am a
specially educated teacher
profoundly challenged,

not really
these ghostlike souls.

Watch us carefully,
the sheets of your music.

Dancing our eyes
repetitiously in silent

Please do not presume!

We will not be your red
fish, blue fish or green.

We are only the beginnings
and endings
of many questions


from where
we were last seen.

We can never be caught.

Read the full of Gone Fishing

Pass The Ketchup Please

I'm staring at the ketchup
but I've lost the words.
'Mon amis' I must leave again.
The razor sharp scent of
'La content voyage s'appelle moi'
(This happy voyage is calling me) .

I'm diving into the luscious pervasive smell
of dancing in rain puddles.

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