Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

A Greener Grass

You think I have a pretty face

My dresses weaved from frills and lace

You  think that I'm a spoilt brat

with diamonds around my neck

and roses in my bed

You think I own the pot of gold

A blissful future to behold

You think I live on a greener grass

but you know nothing

No ,you know nothing about my past

There are chapters still on hold

A thousand words untold

There's emotion still enclosed in a lacrimal drop

There is a tasteless tale,a colourless spume

and large waves that fall on the shore

There's a silent cry which keeps yelling why

which keeps loving and hating,mending and breaking

Pushing ,embracing  our God

 My unfaithful devotion keeps  begging in motion

Asking what,where,when,and how long

For how long  should I wait for

to feel the affection, love and protection

to listen to daddy singing for me 

just  one birthday song

For how long should I pray for,to listen to daddy

just calling out my name on the phone

You think I have a pretty face

My dresses weaved from frills and lace

You think that I'm a spoilt brat

with diamonds around my neck

and roses in my bed

You think I own the pot of gold

A blissful future to behold

You think I live on a greener grass

but you know nothing

No, you know nothing about my past

You know nothing about the way I feel

About deep scars that would never heal

You just keep thinking that I live 

I live on a greener grass. 

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Thomas Martin May 23, 2015 at 7:40 PM So touching and sad, Charmaine. Felt honore d to have a glimpse in your life.

Jimi Peranteau March 16, 2015 at 5:34 PM No one really knows the pain we bury deep within

Emile Pinet March 11, 2015 at 12:35 PM A poem offering quiet reflection on the essence of being human and sharing the pain intrinsic to our species when it deals with matters of the heart. Emile. #7

Scott Thirtyseven February 27, 2015 at 11:50 AM I came to this poem because where I now live there is no grass, and I thought the likelyhood is you do live on greener grass. But your words have changed cynical mind, and mellowed it, and made it think. I'm ashamed of that former me. The one that hadn't read this poem yet.

Iris E. Sankey- Lewis February 26, 2015 at 3:17 PM Quite frankly, you have touched a part of me with your poem; somewhat sad, yet like a song to be cont...

Ralph Sergi February 15, 2015 at 10:12 AM Hi Charmaine: I lived your poem. A greener grass. lovely metaphor.

Arlene Smith February 12, 2015 at 4:43 PM Wow, Charmaine.. Not often does a poem move me to tears, but this one did... Beautiful flow... Hugs.. Arlene

John Fleming February 9, 2015 at 6:14 AM A very, very deep poem, Charmaine. It reads well..very well!! :-) john.

Richard Lamoureux February 7, 2015 at 8:58 AM Good morning Charmaine!

M. L. Kiser February 5, 2015 at 5:16 PM We often misjudge others, not having a clue to their suffering and tears...you pen great wisdom in this poem.

Richard Lamoureux February 4, 2015 at 3:32 PM Dropping by to say hello Charmaine, I enjoyed reading this one again.

Sandip Goswami February 4, 2015 at 2:10 PM Power of truth. Bless of Love. Outstanding expression. Favorite.

Ravi Sathasivam February 3, 2015 at 11:05 PM Excellent.Deep and very touching write. Enjoyed. Tfs

Justin Bordner February 2, 2015 at 8:59 PM I've never seen you so furious and complicated before Charma...i like it. Your anger in this poem is vibrant...fearless...unapologetic. There are special parts of you that must be earned, and savored...sad colors...dark passion...hidden dreams..."My unfaithful devotion keeps begging in motion..." mesmerizing conflict...this is a story of love...mad...and hopeful...great write Charma...J.A.B.

Kp Nunez February 2, 2015 at 6:37 AM This touches to the core. Loved the soft cadence which tempered the pain resulting in a dignified protest against all the wrong assumptions thrown her way... Congratulations Charma! Warm smiles from the land of thousand isles...Kim :D

Arthur Vaso February 1, 2015 at 8:27 PM First let me say A7, this just resonated with me, astounding and beautiful and deep! Loved it!

James Marshall Goff January 31, 2015 at 10:00 PM This one found needed air...nicely done, Char!

James Peranteau January 31, 2015 at 12:20 PM I see that you were honored with Poet of the day ! I surly know why ! Enjoy the lights dear ! Have a blessed weekend.........much love, james

Nette Onclaud January 31, 2015 at 10:45 AM and you move me again, dear charms as you gently weave lines into a hauntingly divine work... a fav!.. hugggs

Steve Henderson January 31, 2015 at 12:25 AM Sweet

Liam Mcdaid January 30, 2015 at 6:42 PM deep touching beautiful pen charmaine congratulations on poem of the day dear pal excellent piece

Gary Bateman January 30, 2015 at 5:18 PM Charma, Congratulation on POTD!! A most intriguing write indeed. Very Well-Done and Most Deserved!! Best Always, Gary

Connie Marcum Wong January 30, 2015 at 2:48 AM Congratulations on being honered with POTD Charmaine with this deeply moving poem. Blessings, Connie

Shane Cooper January 30, 2015 at 12:07 AM Congratulations on POTD, i find such sadness in the words of you have written. I think of the old saying you cannot judge a book by it's cover, more people should take the true meaning of this to heart. Love Shane xxx

Peter Lewis Holmes January 29, 2015 at 7:49 PM Got a nice flow to it Charmaine...

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