Poetry and Short Stories by Ch’erie de Perrot The Writing Forum’s Writer of the Month - May 2011   AUTHOR’S BIO: As the waves of an endless ocean thunder and crash against the rugged shores, compelled by cosmic gravitational pull, helpless unto themselves, yet pausing for a moment in time to appreciate the softness of the moistened sand beneath their hurtling tirades! Is come the Writer, who sits within her lofty perch, with an optimum view of the elements below. Hydrangeas and roses of differing hues, grace the vase upon the desk, and one by one the petals fall graciously upon the pages of an open book, with it's pages flipping back and forth on a gentle breeze, that swirls in through a window. Fresh salt laden air stimulates and invigorates her senses, not unlike that of the cup of piping hot coffee she sips, as she quietly contemplates the enormity of her surrounds, with another day to fulfill in any way she choses to express herself!! Such is the life, the solidarity, of "The Poet." My first publication, a children’s story titled “Tales of the Billabong”, was released in October 2011, and is available by clicking here. To visit my pages at Authors Den, please click here. To read my short stories published here at The Writing Forum, please click here. Email: mountain2surf@hotmail.com   POETRY BY CH’ERIE: Click on the button in front of any poem title in the list below to be linked to that poem’s location on the page. WEBMASTER NOTE: Any poem bracketed by the * symbol indicates material that may not be suitable for the more sensitive or young viewer.   Ice Princess   Tears of a Poet   He gives...   On Wings of Angels!   Sodden Heart   Old Cardigans Vs Silken Cloaks   That Letter   A moment in time   Ch’erie and Her Camel Ahab   If...!   * Insatiable Hunger *   Agent Provocateur's   Blood in the Water   Tumult!!   I would that thou love be mine   Point of Impact   The Winter of His Content   Remember When   Brand New   Mixed Ingredients   If Sping had a face, it would be yours   Home is Where the Heart Lies   Ach Me Jimmy   Early Morn Light   Stupid Cupid   Memo to Eros-An Apology of Sorts!   You're in my Skin   Escape me away O Wanton Sea   Images   Camouflage   Senseless   Ice Princess By Ch'erie Agin a hazy Autumn Sky she stands alone subdued like a raw uncut diamond solitaire below burns the ring of fire infused As Morn sun melts the privation of this sleeping timeless beauty her soft snowy white Stole falls, exposing curvy framed purity Long ago lost she true love another fiendish rival did take grief stricken made a fiery retreat reeking havoc in her wake 400 yrs she's stood there silent gazing out to sea as though listening for her rescue to come from afar where foreign shores are glistening Occasionally you can hear her rumble encumbent with an heavy heart will she stand there forever pondering or reciprocate his need for her to depart! He's calling far across the sea's this ancient, yet lover of her soul white capped with frame like sapphire stone only he can make her whole. Acceptance of the Sentinels proposal will set his heart on fire shaking the foundations of the earth flowing lava white hot to seal desire Will she accept or procrastinate has she liberty to think this through or take the chance at true romance the bride of Majesty, forever beyond the BLUE! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2008 Cal Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Tears of a Poet Blinded by a vastness of literary conjecture baffled by a wordless review on a perforated parchment Crippled by a frozen hand in an autonomic blizzard Tears flow...How can she write? She can write she will write for within her is a need more powerful than any stifling agent more willing than a cloudburst more satisfying than a lotto win They flow, the tears Tears of the Poet!   He gives... From even unto even his formidable frame is heavin with the weight of many others children, sisters, brothers Ne'er stops to take a rest of patience is he mortally blessed amid the hue's and cry's around he'll hide his worries, underground Little things hed like to have time, just time, which others grab just to smell the flower's scent when of work the day is spent I'd like to wave a magic wand leap out from my swirling pond make the dragonfly's stop roaring smashing wings, verbal warring As they hover overhead we take our leave to an etheral bed where fountains have their youthful spring evry bird doth heartily sing the sun shines it's warmest ray's into the clouds to form a haze shrouding love, till it reaches summit He gives... Ch'erie de Perrot 26/01/2012 ©Copyright CAL   On Wings of Angels! They had met during the darkest of days where cities fell to the unmerciful.. He flew by the seat of his pants accompanied by the unseen guiding lights, protection from the merciful Amidst the turmoil their love blossomed narrowly evading the sting of the reich... When it was over homeward bound waited he for her at the port of reunion He flew by the seat of his pants She sailed, on a sea of hope! Toiling each day rearing their bairns solid they stood Unshakeable, in Love! Years went by times they did change the fruit of their union emptied the nest... One day she left on the wings, of Angels left him, alone for a time till his ship, sailed into port... Sixty Six years hence it all began.. for eternity now it will constantly reign! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 28/7/2011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All rights Reserved   Sodden Heart Soft misty pellets float on unseen wings till they reach the earth below, dispersing, each molecule adding it's own ounce of energy, goodness to hardened layers far beneath, even to the core, to the lava flow, as if to douse the fires, bubbling, spitting, igniting in their flow, toward the light where an exit is paramount, overflow is inevitable,eruption is a necessity, for continuance Yet, the verocity of such eruptions, burns deep where it infiltrates, in seconds scorching exposed particles of raw skin, wounding deeply, forever altering a pathway that once lived beforehand, trails of scar tissued membrane emerge from a solid mass. On and on the droplets fall, like tears from heaven desperately seeking to extinguish the fiery furnace, heal the wounds soothe the pain, put out the fire! Is this rain sufficient, to reverse the curse, inflicted upon the bearer? If not, then a heart will remain, Sodden Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 28/7/2011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All rights Reserved   Old Cardigans Vs Silken Cloaks Nestled amid the fine weave of the flowing, aromic, silken cloak within a shroud of mystery yet reliable warmth ensues unabrasive texture flowing, ever replenishing as the rivers onward to the sea, periodically, though unconciously ignorant donning a scratchy old cardigan put aside many a yesteryear shrunken, faux woollen weave seemingly comfortable yet moldy, itchy, outgrown. Many challenges present within a world of change We wonder, if the unknown is too highly priced we look back try on old scratchy If we are wise, we realize why we disgarded the garment moth ridden, that never fitted, nor shielded, permeated sweetness, or provdied essential warmth that restricted circulation bled the very essence of our being, disguised as a mink stole, with the head of a rodent high maintenance, requiring persistant upkeep covering only the jugular from which it had pierced... Choosing a garment to fit is no mean feat, leaving the prospective wearer, to decide. Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 28/7/2011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All rights Reserved   That Letter Closure had rained down upon a long drawn out wearied existance finally, the war was over, the dead were buried, then it came.. like a lightening bolt, zapping the aluminum frames on windows resonating through an entire house yet striking at the heart, of one! Wild storms could come and go exciting the nerves, grand prix's revved the brain, wild Brumbies made a heart pound, this nearly.. Made it stop! As suddenly as she had seen him go, he was back, though the years betwixt, between, were many, it was like yesterday accompanied by her thoughts! Their love had been passionate unbridled, unstudied,raw energy forbidden, punished, finally abandoned left where the wind blew.. years of recollection, wanting, yearning yet never seeing, or knowing, ill fated it seemed, destined forever to oblivion,  till a warm breezehallowed in a new era! It came in a letter, That Letter! Ch'erie de Perrot ©07/072011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   A moment in time by Ch’erie An earthern Cavity neath the rugged hilly terrain beckoned the occupants of the slow approaching vehicle whose hunger had mounted to near breaking point.. they rolled slowly within, stopped, just for a moment! Inside walls of darkness, as if enveloping a need, a desire, echoing thoughts of same they drifted into each others eyes sparks gravitating in unison His huge hands encased her head hauling her into his sarcophagus of love whilst she with little time to whisper, met his lips, without apology The earth stood still ear shattering silence gusted through the tunnel gloworms bowed in adoration two hearts beat in perfect time... The vehicle moved on again, slowly It was just a moment in time a moment that mattered destined to be remembered! Ch'erie de Perrot 05/07/2011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Ch'erie and her Camel Ahab ~An Old Tale~ by Ch’erie Ch'erie and her Camel Ahab decided one day to nab opportunity to travel the Red dirt and gravel So she Saddled up and hit the trail... Many travellers have gone on before the evidence quite clearly heard in the Caw of the Crows as they fly through the blistering sky and sun-bleached bones point the way.. Armed to the teeth with food and water Ahab filled his hump as he oughta with atire to suit heat, flies & snakes to boot they set of For the West that night! Ahab sauntered on real light whilst the temperatures were alright but come the morning sun Ch'erie thought she'd done the silliest thing of her life... The blistering blinding sun of the Simpson was NO fun from the barometer it was clear deadly hot twas out there not a tree, spinafex....or indigenous person! Ch'erie's brain started to adle atop Ahabs back in burning saddle though wearied and weak she let out and almighty shriek and dismounted shouting....WATER!! Alas it was more dry Red dirt make matters worse she'd soiled her shirt so for the rest of the way that Red grit would stay stuck to her like you know what to a blanket... Well my Tale could go on like a song as the Nullabor is as Booooring as is Long but sufficeth to say would take forever and a day so I'll come to the point in next verses... Ch'erie thought she was quite dead poor Ahab was begining to dread for his hump was diminished he thought he was finished have you ever seen a Camel whine?? Still onward they sauntered in relentless pursuit both in the head had become quite unglued when out of the Red Earth popped the City of Perth Wanna guess the first place they headed?? Ch'erie de Perrot Copyright 2008 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd   If...! by Ch'erie If my hands could adequately describe, the loveliness of your handiwork, I would pen without hesitation, but somehow I feel I fall short of the mark. That glorious sunset last night, with it's indescribable beauty, yet not without warning, of impending tremor to come. The intensity of colours highlighted with accents splashed clear across the sky, to heighten the senses, enlighten the viewer! So Masterly crafted as only you can, day and night to remind us of the depth of your love. It's there in the heavenly gallery, for exhibition, no entry fee required, a free showing for all to see! If, we would, if we could, just pause.. a moment, to appreciate all that you are! Too often, in the business of our lives, we miss your magnificent displays, whether in the sky above, or the earth below our feet, with each blade of grass, we tread upon not realizing that each one has it;s own unique shade of green.. Like us! We are all different, unique, as not one of us is truly identical. Such is the hand of your Masterly Craftmanship, etched with love, that we too often allow to go unnoticed! If my thoughts, my words could only express the depth of my appreciation, and reciprocating Love... IF..! Ch'erie de Perrot Copyright 17/4/2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   * Insatiable Hunger * by Ch'erie Within the confines of the bomb shelter mortar and shells falling all around outside She had looked upon him and knew He had looked upon her, and thus ignited a fuse Neither knew their destiny the morrow may very well take their lives pausing for those brief moments together the Motherland could wait till the dawn In the dull light of their barracks Grey blanketed warmth to shield passion burned with such intensity kissing their way into pastures of green Was it the Urgency, adrenalized from fear of the unknown terror translated into Insatiable Hunger which could not be quelled till their union was complete He took her with the love of a man possessed each thrust kindling the flames of dedication loyalty, and sheer shocking unbridled passion not stopping till his soul was mingled with hers She enveloped him, savouring and siphening evry morsel of his fibre, not an ounce to be lost dying in his arms of blissful ecstasy surrendering wholeheartedly without reserve His Mouth had to muffle her cries her throat had to drink his raging storm till the shells and bombs ceased firing and calm moist lips reassured of a mission accomplished This love that was given wings though they knew not the final outcome had been forever cemented rock solid no matter the enemy at the gates Their Insatiable Hunger reared triumphant! Ch'erie de Perrot Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved CAL COPYRIGHT AUSTRALIA LTD   Agent Provocateur's Lurking in the shadows of a woe begotten heart lies intent lacking opportunity incitations profit naught though compulsion exceeds sensibility rendering indefinate permanency! Convictions ultimately becoming the object of the less discerning mercanry thinking! One wonders, how do they sleep at night! Anyone can enlist!! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 18/04/2011 CAL Copright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Blood In the Water Precarious is the treasured practice of swimming in infested waters designated wholly and soley for the demons of the deep. Yet, without hesitation one would venture to explore the realms, where even angels would fear to venture forth. Angels, who have no boundaries diligently follow their charges to the ends of the earth to record, to rescue... Though consequential actions invariably happen, quickly without warning, the wound being deep, jagged... There's blood in the Water! Feeding frenzy follows, as the offspring, and relative predators even those without the hunger await their turn to systematically Tear at the bowels of vulnerability! Piece by piece, sinew, tissue, bone, and innards, is torn, consumed though not the natural diet revolts back into the sea. A heart, still pumping, intact saved, drifts with the tide as limbs asunder manifest back to their origin. Washed up on the shores of despondancy, yet triumpant within, as once again it was an attempt, not a victory! The blood dissapates feeding frenzy is forgotten seagulls shriek in anguish no leftovers, not this day! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright  13/04/2011 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Tumult Glassy eyed Amoeba's flapping furiously, as a peacock in mating season, a must have in the attention seeking status of the world they frequent! Rivers run Red, with blood of ghosts gone and present, where once corn fields thrived, feeding multitudes,closeby, far and abroad. Earth heaves N Yores, neath the weight of it's oppressorsl long since desensitized to the cries of restoration, slowly, but surely succumbing, fragmenting! All eyes focus upon the square black object of infernal entertainment, offering only the obvious,  precious little of the real reality, peril, swelling deep with the bossom of the ground below, the sky above. All life has become a drunken numbness resigned to it's fate, acceptance of the impending, painted with Amaranth, seeing all, yet seeing no thing beyond hedonistic ideals, narcissistic reflections. With all dreams, come nightmares, The Alarm will always sound, in early morn shattering the senses to the crisp reality of frozen decisions, with no sun to thaw or alter the course from which they stayed. ©Ch'erie de Perrot Copyright 11/3/2011CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights reserved   I would that thou love be mine I would that thou love be mine tender portals of hope divine caress mine heart sayeth a tear come love sweet alay mine fear Thou must feast on ripened fruits borne of dactylanthus roots bitter aloe's remindeth me times essence too soon doth flee Oh come my love let us retire for within need stokes the fire feast till dawn cries aloud drenched amid lovers shroud Consumate in pungent cloves such is how thy garden grows bed of spice an erbs to soothe remembering not on'es love to prove! ©Ch'erie de Perrot Copyright 2006 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Point of Impact!! Red Alert, Sirens sound, Contractial response, in the wake of knowing an impending explosion. No rescues left game set, match All frictioned out spent awaiting. Silent oblivion hurtles onward takes no prisoner locked on in ballistic frequency destined to accomplish mission Point of Impact inverted screams in a state of La Petite Morte sucked out sound drifing away liquidated! ©Ch'erie de Perrot 28/11/2010 CAL Copyright Australia NZ Ltd All Rights Reserved   The Winter of His Content Like a Mighty sailing ship elaborately fashioned he'd sailed the high sea's Many a year or two Battling all the elements Coming and going upon the tides Mooring within enemy ports Ne'er finding the docks that His heart knew was home Through the fog and rain with a heavy laden cargo! The mighty hull hit rockbottom on a voyage into the unknown waters Unchartered territory Turning it around, Swinging that enourmous boom Come about in a new direction Aching for a Natural mooring Familiar, one that knew the ballast Guided only by a brightly coloured moon sailed on through the thick pea soup fog till there as it lifted,gently blew aside from a friendly midnight breeze He'd sailed right into the Port of his own making, this the natural mooring. Weighing Anchor finally, pledged he, put to sea no more Safe in the knowledge Younger seeds should set sail in his mighty name. Scuttled he in that Port with Winter, Summer, all seasons rolled into one This, The Winter, of his Content! Ch'erie de Perrot ©29/09/2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Remember when We'd sit on that old swing whispering sweet nothings into the ears of our imaginations that danced lucidly neath a cloudless sky When we held each other tight like two vines intertwined in hope never entertaining being seperate sweet as wisteria droplets! While the world sailed on by there was no tomorrow just eternity framed in each others eyes wells leading to an abyss of dreams With our love we could fly higher than the treetops nearby letting go of our swing.... Till that school bell rang! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2006 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All rights Reserved   Brand New There was a time when it was all Brand New untouched by human hands droplets oozing like morning dew! There was a time when the folds peeled back exposing the inner bud in readiness for the attack There was a time when aroma so sweet Permeated from within a fruit, ripe, ready to eat! Then came the time, of honeysuckle dreaming bursting forth like a debutante in the hours of sunlit dreaming Sunkissed, dew laden bursting from the very core this deflowered belle of the ball Could only scream More!! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 18/8/2010 CAL (Copyright Austalia Ltd) All Rights Reserved   Mixed Ingredients Life, not unlike the outer shell of a cake, specifically used ingredients, that form a base layer to protect, yet bring sweet taste upon cracking the outer case. Protecting the inside substance of soft creamy, rich, delightful setted milky compound, that once is put to the taste, usually favoured and savoured by all who choose to indulge! Atop the eye catching patisserie, lay the sweet Berries, to enrich, to share promoting good health, and togetherness in their elixer, all who would partake, take time to enjoy, blessed by this indulgence! Life, can be compared to many things I like the comparison here mentioned as it fits, is strong, nutritious, sweet, healthy, comes recommended, something to recall when days are dull, till days are no longer.. As long! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 CAL (Copyright Australia Ltd) All Rights Reserved   "If Sping had a face, it would be yours" His face is like the warmest rays of summer, beaming in upon me, on a gentle breeze the icy winds of winter, melted with ease the heart thawed, with the glow of his tenderest touch, the soul, risen as if from the dead, as he breathes his life giving breath into this once stagnant existence! Long ago, this mortal had frozen in time walking the earth, as the undead, going through endless motions, pointless in their entirety, though a little good exuded from within, to enjoin and tread the sod Cosmic entities pitying the plight, smiled and the light shone once again! Now it burns brightly, since having ignited with a vengeance, savouring each spoken word and gesture, with a hope of unspeakable proportions, life, teaming with adventure, excitement, challenges to meet, to advance through, tangible love so real it's taste, sweet as Honey in the mouth of one grateful recipient, ne'er again to waste a moment. His Smile is like the warmest rays of summer.. Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 5/9/2010 CAL Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved   Home is Where the Heart Lies Home is where the heart lies, though many a year divided it had been, the lure of the bright lights, to explore places, ne'er seen For a time did satisfy to a point, at best still within the heart stirred longing for that which brought rest Rest from the wanderings unknown, alienations twas not hidden in far off lands but in one's OWN NATION! He called me from far across the sea His loving call did plea flew away on a wing and a prayer "found" Love quite ostensibly! Nestled amid the rolling Hills the heart of my very youth Found I, my place, my love, my life The very essence of the Truth! Home is where the heart lies No more divided shall it be Wherein Hilly Terrain, warmth untold Be the final step, for me! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 1/9/2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved Written at 38 thousand Feet Approx 500 mph For you DK xxx   Ach Me Jimmy Agin the shade of the young Stag horn stood he,solid, tall, handsome, forlorn the Kilt wi blowin around his knee's one look and she begged him please He smiled wi eyes that spat sparks was nor a man innit for larks though she be a lowlander of birth the highlander presented great worth Clash of the Clans she knew would rear for no other of her's, before went near defiant to kin set off up country she ached, oh she ached for her lovin Jimmy In Glasgow Tartan, she donned his cloak took to the pipes and sang by the moat for as two nor one they mingled the blood though tears for her Clan ran down like a flood Oh She missed the hearth and home though in the mist and heather she loved to roam twas a love that nae man nor beastie could divide no matter how feisty She dinae see her Clan no more for they were all in a bloody uproar the Highlands sheltered this purr wee lass from the wrath of the Lowlander High Class Sometimes at night whilst her Jimmy slept she looked pon him, an heartily wept twas nor for lack of love you see as in break of day she uttered "ACH ME JIMMY" Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Early Morn Light Early Morn light, behold the break of night He is come unto me I feel so intensely.. The Miles between ne'er deter how keen is this love, burning inside yea is true, never be denied! Early Morn Light Behold the break of night I know now forever more I will reside pon his shore Comic smiles grace our lips etched within steel hulled ships. I burn for thee thou burns for me Let it be! So let it be! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   Stupid Cupid If I get You Eros, I am going to take that measly bow of yours, shove it where the sun doth NOT shine!..Funny are you? I think not, I think You're a cruel calculating little demon in disguise, who never leaves instruction for Agape, after you hit on a poor unsuspecting person, with firelighters. Didst thou forget thyself?? He's the Liar fighter, and you're fired!! I think You need an overhaul, like robots do, systematically recalled for dysfunctional parts. So sure you send those little arrows everywhere, which end up in our hair, though I am seeing some singed locks of late!! Don't come back, till you have that bow sorted out, trimmed to perfection your aim straight, and a whole lot better attitude thank you..Oh and while your at it.. the bag of memo's for Agape you hid all this time, caused a terrible ruckus in society.. I frankly think the tooth fairy could do a better job!! I saw his movie too, it was awesome, after he ironed out a few bugs in the system.. Go figure you fat little monster, don't come back till you have your act together! Thank You, Goodbye. Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd. All Rights Reserved   Memo to Eros-An Apology of Sorts! Hey listen Cupid If you will please pardon me Seem's a little of late the joke be on me I wish to retract my words uttered in haste yes, you have the bow you've made me quite chaste! Not that I mind no, not a bit though you're still a scheming fat little...... I'm sorry, that slipped I meant it not I have to admit, you're a darn good shot.. But please, if you please and I don't mean to whine can u lose the arrow??? It's hurting, you swine! Have you no heart, mine's missing beats less of the pain please. and a few more little treats!! Thank you Cupid, for even though it hurts I think tis for the best For my just deserts ;-) Speaking of which I am sorely overdue pass the puddin please enough of the stew!! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 CAL Copyright Australia Ltd All Rights Reserved   You're in my Skin My eyes behold you for a minute glistening, sparks of fire you're mouth drips honey I long for just a taste You reach out to touch me like a breath of wind passing by I catch wafts of an aroma my heart lurches and begs. You draw me close with fixated wells depth and purpose radiated forth I smell pheromones oozing want my frame trembles within your power lifting my chin up to meet brandished lips breathing musk into my gasping lungs then comes the hard assault on my senses as your delicacy swallows mine Arms entwined together hearts beating furiously in time lip locked as though resuscitating love that too long had waited for the rescuing we delight in each others culinary juices savouring each to the last drop then upon soft dewy blades of heaven destiny is signed sealed and delivered! You're in my skin, I am in yours we two are akin seeing no blemish the world can go on without us till we be ready to face it again for these moments belong to us no vermin shall spoil our crops buried deep within our souls a fire ignited, melding two into one. Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved CAL Copyright Australia   Escape me away O Wanton Sea Sailing nigh neath azure sky her Titian hair spangled spry whilst tiller and rudder engage game with each other Escape me away O wanton Sea From tack to an gybe becalmed indulge in the ride play your overture aft hear overt wind naff And Escape me away O wanton Sea Lay along blessed ketch every care blown ne'er to fetch heeling cease winds abate A lovers breeze be ye mate Sail me away O wanton Sea Till all worries oft borne furrowed brow so forlorn I will ride these waters silent still asleep thee now bereft of ill Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved CAL Copyright Australia   Images Subdued with ease begging for more engulfed was she to the innermost core His Vice like grip will permit no release till each drop siphoned, the flood does decrease Her mouth is alive this hunger she learns may she ever survive an explosion that burns If not for the flow that comes from within at the peak of her deluge they both played to win Entwined in this passion satisfaction reigns supreme the fire subsides as if awake from a dream Till the moment when it kindles again who dares wins do they care to refrain? Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved CAL Copyright Australia   AKJV John 15:13 Greater Love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends!! Camouflage Donned in the distinct colours of it's immediate environment whether searing hot sun of the blistering desert sand it knows no boundaries no task to great or small stealthily staying it's course of action in the ultimate quest of it's life! Colors are changeable yet not without the greater purpose if the need arises to blend within the clingy undergrowth with rain soaked tree's for umbrella's where one crack of a twig spooks an entire regiment to recede within flax laden tawny beds! It will tramp the miry trails till it's feet are blistered and torn stand upright in mud cached trenches silent, till the crack of dawn! It is, it has, it does, for the greater good when all else failed in the mission a strong arm, a protective barrier compassion without peer handpicked from rigorous training stamina that has surpassed you will never find a greater love, dedication, desire, hope! It is Camouflage It is worn by all brave soldiers Lest we forget! Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved CAL Copyright Australia Ltd   Senseless Blind my eyes, so I may see only that which is true for me Stop my ears, so I may hear the truth of a whisper when you are near Bind my tongue so I may not speak till the inner voice becomes meek Dull my taste, so I may savour fruit of the vine, in a pure flavour Numb my mind, so I may think outside the square, with thirst to drink Desensitize the outward touch so I may feel tender hearted much Enlighten, Heighten, grow and show In touch so inner self, may come to know... Old Self, away with you, Start afresh, in a lighter hue Ch'erie de Perrot ©Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved CAL Copyright Australia