Best Cher Poems
Salvatore Bono
The short and older half of the Sonny & Cher show
hit a tree skiing and then was gone. . .
But like his gravestone says: “the beat goes on.”
Cherilyn Sarkisian, AKA Cher,
known for her low singing voice and long black hair,
poked fun at her hubby on TV in ‘71.
Her daughter, now named Chaz, has turned into her son!
*Sonny and Cher were a very famous wife/husband duo
of the 60's and early 70's. Cher continued singing even
till today. When they broke up, Sonny became a politician
and served in the House of Representatives. His skiing
accident was a great tragedy!
Cher, why do I love you? Is it your dancing? Your acting?
Is it your singing? The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour?
Thirty million viewers a week cannot be wrong.
Gypsy, Tramps and Thieves is one of my all-time favorite songs
But she has to be sung by you to elicit full power.
Cher, you are so beautiful in Bob Mackie’s costumes.
I can close my eyes and see the Indian headdress on you
With your sweet flat belly button showing.
And your all powerful dancing eyes as you made fun of Sonny.
Mask, The Witches of Eastwick and Silkwood are favorites with me
Because you were in there, showing your vulnerabilities, being yourself.
You have won a Grammy, an Emmy and an academy award.
The people love you, and I am one of them. You showed us what a woman can do.
Cher, you are the only artist to have a number one single
On the Billboard charts in six consecutive decades.
Your philanthropic efforts and social activism
Are icing on the cake that is you, Cher.
Written 11-4-2019
Contest: Your Favorite Artist
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
You stalk me through the flashing haze,
your shutter catching all my ways;
I pose like I'm not keeping score,
but crave the click, then beg for more.
You linger where the shadows bend,
my secret rival, closest friend;
your lens undresses every truth,
I glow for you, eternal youth.
You chase me down the midnight street,
I slow my stride so we might meet;
your breath behind me, warm and near,
a whispered fame I long to hear.
We orbit in a fevered spin,
you want my world, I want your grin;
obsession twines us, tight and bright,
two silhouettes in borrowed light.
So take your shot, my favorite view.
I shine because you're watching too.
Cher,
Love everything about her, especially her hair.
She sang about a scamp, a camp and a bit of a tramp.
She’s a V.A.M.P. Vamp.
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
We’d preach a little gospel to save them all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves, was their nightly drawl.
They were treacherously mean with their call.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
But the men would sneak, see us, big and tall.
And lay their money down, and have a ball.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves was their nightly drawl.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Townspeople were afraid of us, even Baby Paul.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
He was tall, handsome, but left me after all.
We picked up a handsome man in Mobile, ya’all.
Papa would learn about this romance, in the Fall.
Sonny orchestrated; Cher was his doll.
Written May 1, 2018
Cher
Cherilyn Sarkisian goes by Cher,
Is known for her voice and long hair.
She married Sonny when almost a child.
After two divorces she still thrills acting wild.
3-20-19
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin ~ Second Place ~
A STRAND (Dec 28)~First Place~
Sponsor Brian Strand 2021
*Note: Cher married Sonny Bono when
she was 16 and he was 27.
The old photo is in dull black and white gray scale
However, this cannot dull or blemish our well-loved Cher
We recognize her face, attitude and fabulous, personality.
Remembering how regal she was with her sarcastic wit.
Sonny looks like the husband we remember who loved his wife.
Just a couple of kids from the sixties who fell in love
And delighted tens of thousands of TV watchers.
I would watch all of the Sonny and Cher shows if given the chance.
The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher
An exotic Beauty, with talent so rare.
When on the Stage, she reigns supreme
I worship and adore her, she's the ultimate dream.
There is no one out there, that can compare.
Her legions of fans, they will attest
Cher is the one, the only, the best.
She is a star, of the first magnitude
A heavenly voice, so strong, so true
There is no one like her, anywhere.
Not surprising since she is after all...
The Ultimate Diva, known as Cher.
Gypsies Tramps and Thieves by Cher
When I hear her deep throaty voice I smile
Begin to sway with the music,
Feeling sexy, and a bit naughty
It brings me back the seventies,
I feel my hip hugger blue jeans
Worn under my waist.
I am young, cute, pretty.
I am Cher, tall, svelte, attractive
Showing off my essence,
Wearing my Bob Fosse costumes
My Indian headdress, shaking a tambourine
Loving my height, my Native American cheekbones.
Putting my Cher-ness into the air,
Unafraid to be completely myself,
Making no apologies for being awesome.
We sing our sixties folk songs
And live in our Woodstock memories
Dancing to Cher’s Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves,
Hanging on to our excitement at surviving the seventies.
Peace is our sign, with love beads and Go Go boots
Thanks to Nancy Sinatra and “These Boots are Made for Walk’n”.
Don’t squawk, youngster, go your own way. Be you.
Don’t just survive, thrive! Live your soul dream.
Take this guitar and travel the world. Take Route 66.
Here are the keys to my Chrysler. Sure she’s old, but she’s powerful.
Singing “Little Ole Lady from Pasadena” with Grandma is not enough.
You have to get out there and live. Your life is waiting!
Destiny is sending you a cookie cake. Gobble up those chocolate chips.
Like Auntie Mame said, “Life is a banquet,
and most suckers are starving to death”.
Don’t let it be you. Go out and grab your gusto.
Parade in your pizzazz.
Be your most delightful and delectable you! Live your ethereal truth, my friend!
she once was young
naïve as they come
long black raven hair
of shiny silken softness
her deep eyes of onyx
that pierce in the night
she learned the ropes
then showed them all
deliberate and
most provocative
enticing scandals
in shameless gowns
but in the end
she never aged
the goddess phoenix
rising again and again
AP: 1st place 2020
her face is chiseled but not hard like her father’s
Cher wears a black Stetson with a silver band
is she smoking? Is that allowed in this bar?
I note her makeup, put on by an expert hand
Has she a fashion consultant?
Because she never looked this gorgeous before
I hear she is running for fair queen
She has my vote
Never have I seen her look more beautiful
And she has always been a looker
Even as a six-year-old, I knew she was special
She turns and looks my way. Gives me a wink.
I am excited to say that I know her.
She has facets of personalities and is fun.
Cher, I hope you get queen, I think.
And she does.
A lazy beach receptively wakes
those tiny tumbling particles that
its thresholds sense the e'er so oft'
breaths mildly entertaining effortless
pleasures beneath the sober September
Moon, soaked and awash sorting fantasies
while the tenacity of starry glimpses envious
notably sparkled glimmers afar be unanswered
messages that they are, fated fall a stardust trail.
As Apollo takes aim and ambition lights a spears
tipped javelin targeting the startled crowd void
exits own Colosseum looks at super splendid
Moonbeams faint away the pretty delicates
hover Cherubs as in-flight unlike in might
childlike in height, mar deceptive fallacy till
rivals guard down, counting their heartbeats
descent threat bears no concern to His throne
lest proximity and His presence garner watching
While
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Since we first came together for just a passing affair
We've grown closer to each other
Now you tell me that you care
I've got a question about this feeling
That makes me so happy with you
I've got a question, and I want a straight
Honest answer from you (yes I do)
Oh, tell me, tell me…
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
I sure hope so
Could it be that you're in love with me?
No one know the answer
Could it be that I'm in love with you? Mm…
Could it be that you're in love with me?
If you ask, I'll be your clown, you stand out in any crowd
You're the one who satisfies every yearning deep desire
After the sand has passed through life's hourglass
I hope that Our Love keeps me First
'Cause there's no fate, no fate that could be worse
Then if I'm left, I'm left alone without you
(I love you) I love You
Tell me, tell me, tell me…
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
Since we've been together
Could it be that you're in love with me?
It's been nothing but fair weather
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
I don't want no one-sided love
Could it be that you're in love with me?
I Love You , baby
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
I don't wanna be by myself
Could it be that you're in love with me?
I don't wanna be with no one else
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
We've got that feeling
Could it be that you're in love with me?
I want an honest answer
Could it be that I'm in love with you?
Oh, you make me feel so nice
Could it be that you're in love with me?
I never felt like this before
(Ooh…) I've got that feeling, baby
That once in a lifetime feeling
Mm-hmm, baby… I don't want to love no one else
I just want you to throw your arms around me
Throw your arms around me and hold me tight sometime
Lord, tell me, tell me you're mine
Mmm, baby… oh baby… just say you love me
I won't love no one else
Sometime I just don't know
If I lose you, I won't have nowhere to go
From The Film "Best Grapes For Port Wine"