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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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?'”<\/p>\n
A SOUL CANCER Like a malignant tumor It sometimes happens because This cancer consumes our essence Like a candle in the wind, A GAME OF LOVE… BLOOD!<\/strong><\/p>\n Set my mentor, Egyptian God of Evil and Darkness, In the early hours of twilight she emerged from the Coliseum For centuries the joy of love had evaded me! It’s forever that we shall walk as the undead, Our souls taunting us to see the light of day, LEBANON RISING<\/strong><\/p>\n Like the Phoenix She shall be resurrected; The tears of war shall be wiped from her eyes, Her natural beauty. From the top of her head, THE PUPPET<\/strong><\/p>\n Govenor Spendhearty, Mayor Doolittle, and City Councilman Accomplishesnothing All pull my strings! 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.<\/p>\n 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. I answer to my leaders’ every wish. You know the reason! Don’t ask why? 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 … <\/p>\n
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\nIt’s seeds are planted
\nDeep withihn the core,
\nThen Spreads out quickly through the body!<\/p>\n
\nIt grows pouncing on the fragile being
\nThere is no rememdy to relieve the pain
\nNo Medication to take
\nNo Cure!
\nFor spiritual death is imminent!<\/p>\n
\nWe are too receptive, gentle and kind
\nOr perhaps too loving,
\nTrying to satisfy everyone!
\nThis disease causes us to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune!
\nWhatever the case
\nIt is surely not our fault or is it?<\/p>\n
\nIt blows out our flame
\nLeaving us only a hollow shell that remains.<\/p>\n
\nWithout a soul
\nOur light,
\nLike a legend,
\nOnly the memories of when we had once been whole
\nAre left to linger in the shadows of the past!<\/p>\n
\nhas given me the dark gift,
\nA prisoner of the night am I,
\nA rich Dacian merchant in ancient Rome,
\nIt was there that I met my fair Olivia!<\/p>\n
\nMore beautiful than a Carpathian rose that blooms in the early Spring.
\nHer essence, naive, sweet and pure!
\nI looked into her eyes
\nSuddenly I was aware
\nThat it was only for her that my heart did beat!<\/p>\n
\nyearning, burning with desire to find it,
\nNow I have someone with whom I can share it.
\nPassionately embraced are she and I
\nnow I will give her the vampire’s kiss,<\/p>\n
\nFeeding on human blood,
\nAs the darkness spreads across the sky, we will turn into bats.
\nWinged creatures of the night!
\nWe will fly away searching for mortals to quench our sanguine thirst,
\nBefore Sunrise we will return to the catacombs where we both shall sleep.<\/p>\n
\nFor it’s only an impulse that we won’t acknowledge
\nFor it would mean for us;
\nAshes to ashes, dust to dust,
\nDestruction for us!<\/p>\n
\nShe will rise and soar to the heights of heaven,
\nFrom the ashes of her destruction!<\/p>\n
\nI can hear her heart begin to beat,
\nThe people of various religions and cultures,
\nShall be bound together by the band of unity,
\nTheir love, hope and desire
\nWill breathe the breath of life into the Princess Lebanon!<\/p>\n
\nThe dove with the laurel wreath of peace,
\nShall reign over all of her inhabitants,
\nThe fear of fighting from years before
\nhas been banished forever more!<\/p>\n
\nHer golden crown,
\nShall be restored to her!<\/p>\n
\nTo the tips of her feet,
\nThe tranquility of the sea
\nShall be felt by all,
\nWho dwell within her land!<\/p>\n
\nI am their puppet.<\/p>\n
\nThere 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.<\/p>\n
\nThey ask me to jump!
\nI ask how high?<\/p>\n
\nEven if you could give me a soul and a tongue with which to speak, I would not be free.
\nFor I would still belong to them, the political puppeteers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"