Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The Pound
This dog brought food to the table
But the bitch was sent to the pound
When she was done being used
Mute Swan became her sound
Lost Emir was always missing
There but out of touch
The one held so close to her, the one that's loved so much
The Mute Swan she's got legato as she sets her tone
Inconvenient to some as she sits alone
Her inconsequential feelings by Mr. Misogynist
But don't misinterpret her misfortunes
Among the miscast misfits
Meeting of the sanctimonious was her wage
As he tried to break her being and burn the page
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
In Nature I Precieve
You are
I am
Depends on what your non-existent mind perceives.
This radical Eve whirling through space,
Chasing her disappearing Atom to complete the erotic planet forming dance-
A lifetime of chance.
So what do you ponder about existential reality?
Please enlighten me.
Maybe I knew you before you could breathe.
Maybe I’m the God the Atheist sees.
And when he dies he melts back into me.
Creature -Creator…
Duality and deity…
In nature I perceive
Mixed up mentality-mans moral frailty
With the agony of truth
Feelings - words, Rebuke!
This is me, that was you? -Maybe-
Vise -a-Versa
The sky a hue of blue-
Reality is love
Love, emptiness pain-
Loneliness, rain-
Anger, shame-
beautiful dream-
Life force cream-
What about Pandora’s box
Doesn’t it seem the same?
Time and space in motion from her emotions
Of a trillion pieces of crash
Like an event horizon
A shuttering mass
Her eyes like a looking glass
Maybe she hit the dash
And she’s dead
Covered in her own blood encased in red
Or like a corps lying on a bed with pneumonia
All hushed up in a coma
Time is irrelevant
It stands still
Each moment a paradise
Or a hell
the soul stirs, spirit swims
And the monster spins
Getting that imaginary glimpse into a parell reality
Beyond the event horizon
Perhaps where a reflected life has already begun
By..Cheryl Ramberger
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The Night Has its Magic
The Night Has its Magic
In the darkness of winter
We meet once again
In our minds the labryinths
Of the living but dead
-We share our thoughts-
Our twisted box with many a room
But even the night has its magic
In all it’s gloom
-Falling to pieces-
I’ve been there before
In fact I never left
“Never More” “Never More”
Broken mirrors line the walls
Walk the miles down the halls
Look at the fractured lives I knew
Pregnant with scares and worn out shoes
Pain becomes her
But she’ll be there for you
Forever more forever true
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
The Hour Glass Show
The hour Glass Show
Chaotic beauty some limits and bounds
Brought to a ghost on a merry-go-round
Intriguing, dissecting
The twists and the turns
Taking in the beauty
-Sublime soul burns-
Each moment to the next
Some lost in the past
Bitterness comes, sending “God’s Wrath”
Those- the ones who haven’t let go
Afraid of the seasons in the hour glass show
By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Friday, April 22, 2011
Me Looking Out at Me Looking In
Thursday, December 16, 2010
PIG
Ignorant
Glutton
Snide remarks even, "Poor you"
Is it humor or is it sharps?
You know - your shit stinks too.
Stabbing needles through the head
A camels jumping tool,
Oh this cramping female - a cunning laughing jewel!
Nick names...
Are never a miss,
Why not fire hydrant or toilet bowl?
You can take a piss...
Cris cross
Double dutch,
We're all uniquely the same
Cluck Cluck,
Gobble gobble
What a crying shame.
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Forgiveness
A formality from thy heart
Conferred a confederation of self
Confident of part.
Heart and soul conspiracy,
Conspicuous, conspire
The constellations constellate
Clustering, inspire.
Hate...leachate, leaching
Olfactronic rhythms,
Growing lax-lay out
Peep show...peep into the box
Round about.
A fairy foreordain sits on a stool;
Mellifluous melancholy fool
Surrounded by her existent thoughts
Of what use of her to you.
By:Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Karma
Defined-Rape and Sodomy
Now the bray-your voice
Scratches my inner ear
But my the breath from my lungs brims Bright
And I'm silent with over-flowing glee
The Yin/Yang swung at you
Right and bod idly
Ichor flows through me
Embracing my ferocious core.
This worthless Ibex
Weathered the hurt; rod -hurtles
I soar
The collapse of your Godless cathedral
Impervious
My cocoon facilitates, inspires
Sicken soul so hot your cold
Hydrocephalus-drown your brain
Immaculate, immanent stature of demure,
Of me you don't get to pain.
Tried to deface-Defalcate
Defeat me by assault,
Insult-demolished...
But I find myself buffering, buffering
Pretty, pink and Polished
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Friday, December 3, 2010
Idioms
To measure this rock hard drip,
The coalition descends
Humbling and strong
They can't stand-At least in her world
As the Mute Swan dances and shields with her idioms
Bunting her burlesque,
Listening to the cackle
Of the cadaverous possess
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Righteous Secretion
Pedant guru
Righteous secretion
Life can be so shrew.
Second guessing; staggering
Slurry slumlord-fool
Seclude; seclusion
Wonder-What?
View or the viewer
Vigilance for see
The vigilante.
Try and traumatize a travesty
Lurk with the lummox
Dreadful, your delightful?
Sleep with the slumbers
The smokescreen frightful.
Triple X and Bull Frogs
Beer, beer, beer
Be it lumpy on a slog
Syntax error
Bark,bark
Oink, oink
Smart bomb blog
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Sunday, November 21, 2010
conquestipist
Pick it apart.
Narcissistic behavior,
Is that your disabled heart
Or does that bleed from your knows?
My eyes they close
For I have no need for need
But a bit intrigued,
By your open sore.
You seem to persist
At throwing daggers at sheople.
Conquestipist
By: Cheryl Ramberger
Friday, November 12, 2010
Drip
Mute Swan
I like the poem "IF...60 seconds run".
A tower Jakitata
Splel phuckata
The dice
The slum atom
Tomb
Zig-Zag ..puff..zoom
Le Tourment Vert
Absinthe
Open mouth insert
Wet brain spew
I, the poetic crumb,thy cunting dew
Drip on you
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Friday, November 5, 2010
Bactria
True loners,
Shattered to screams inside.
No resolution for the wonton heart;
Excruciating,
-Love cried-
Each thoroughly unhappy
In Corporate Ethica,
Their land of Bactria
Bodies the dogs ate,
Love like Vesis torn apart,
The world like Alexandria the Great
Hope, their only treasure
Hidden in their abyss,
Two feeling the same
The pain may contentment tame.
Anguish creeps,
The heart weeps,
Union- profound
Sublime-in her thoughts
They adore, endure
Persist.
The bond that exists
Tragic beauty brought to each
Inner being, burning embers-Elysium
Beseech
Bodies quiver
Holding each other as they shiver
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Eros
Cupid on high
God of love
But I’m bound and tied
I see him,
I hear him,
My heart translucent, shear
Eros-philia-unconditional
-my descriptive love-
No limerence
I thought long and hard
It would be adoration, devotion
-sincere-
This is what happens if you meet love?
In truth…? With no fear?
Staring you straight in the face,
And the absoluteness you cannot erase?
I’m stuck in my casket
Deep in my shell
So cold I’m burning
Unquenchable hell
By: Cheryl Lynn Ramberger