Sheryl Hannah Is married with two teenage daughters, She has been working for the local Los Angeles County government for twenty-three years, and She just started writing poetry in the Spring of 1995.
Sheryl Says, “I enjoy writing poems so much! I don’t want to write anything but poems. I don’t know why I was inspired or by what? All I know is that I just got on my computer one day and started composing poetry from the depth of my soul. I am also attending Cal State L.A. at night, I am working on my master’s degree. I am majoring in English. I plan to one day be able to teach at the college or university level.
Several of my poems have been submitted to various magazines such as Anthology in Arizona, by Inkwell Productions. One of my poems was published in their magazine, the September/October 1995 issue. The poem is titled ‘Where Are The Sweet Septembers?'”
A SOUL CANCER
It’s seeds are planted
Deep withihn the core,
Then Spreads out quickly through the body!
Like a malignant tumor
It grows pouncing on the fragile being
There is no rememdy to relieve the pain
No Medication to take
No Cure!
For spiritual death is imminent!
It sometimes happens because
We are too receptive, gentle and kind
Or perhaps too loving,
Trying to satisfy everyone!
This disease causes us to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
Whatever the case
It is surely not our fault or is it?
This cancer consumes our essence
It blows out our flame
Leaving us only a hollow shell that remains.
Like a candle in the wind,
Without a soul
Our light,
Like a legend,
Only the memories of when we had once been whole
Are left to linger in the shadows of the past!
A GAME OF LOVE… BLOOD!
Set my mentor, Egyptian God of Evil and Darkness,
has given me the dark gift,
A prisoner of the night am I,
A rich Dacian merchant in ancient Rome,
It was there that I met my fair Olivia!
In the early hours of twilight she emerged from the Coliseum
More beautiful than a Carpathian rose that blooms in the early Spring.
Her essence, naive, sweet and pure!
I looked into her eyes
Suddenly I was aware
That it was only for her that my heart did beat!
For centuries the joy of love had evaded me!
yearning, burning with desire to find it,
Now I have someone with whom I can share it.
Passionately embraced are she and I
now I will give her the vampire’s kiss,
It’s forever that we shall walk as the undead,
Feeding on human blood,
As the darkness spreads across the sky, we will turn into bats.
Winged creatures of the night!
We will fly away searching for mortals to quench our sanguine thirst,
Before Sunrise we will return to the catacombs where we both shall sleep.
Our souls taunting us to see the light of day,
For it’s only an impulse that we won’t acknowledge
For it would mean for us;
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Destruction for us!
LEBANON RISING
Like the Phoenix
She will rise and soar to the heights of heaven,
From the ashes of her destruction!
She shall be resurrected;
I can hear her heart begin to beat,
The people of various religions and cultures,
Shall be bound together by the band of unity,
Their love, hope and desire
Will breathe the breath of life into the Princess Lebanon!
The tears of war shall be wiped from her eyes,
The dove with the laurel wreath of peace,
Shall reign over all of her inhabitants,
The fear of fighting from years before
has been banished forever more!
Her natural beauty.
Her golden crown,
Shall be restored to her!
From the top of her head,
To the tips of her feet,
The tranquility of the sea
Shall be felt by all,
Who dwell within her land!
THE PUPPET
Govenor Spendhearty, Mayor Doolittle, and City Councilman Accomplishesnothing All pull my strings!
I am their puppet.
Hello, my name is Dudley Dooright, I am the new political pawn. I’ve just been elected by you the people of this fair city. I am an empty shell without a brain, opinion or voice to call my own.
What you don’t know is that after every performance or show Is that I know the truth for what it really is which is: “That you’ve all been deceived.
There won’t be more jobs, better schools for your kids, There won’t be shelters or food for the homeless. The rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer.
I answer to my leaders’ every wish.
They ask me to jump!
I ask how high?
You know the reason! Don’t ask why?
Even if you could give me a soul and a tongue with which to speak, I would not be free.
For I would still belong to them, the political puppeteers.