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Best Poems Written by Cheri Burtovoy

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Devil's Dance

Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in lovers arms, 
torment and misery moved together gracefully in unison.
Deceit caressed passion,
while vile dreams are crushed under the enchanting waltz.
Pageantry choreographed with devil's imagination.

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Grandparents, I Miss You

Gently leaning cat tails whispering their secrets so frail.
Penetrating smell of mint leaves touched the warmth of a summer breeze.
The tiny babbling brook who had so much to say providing simple beauty for me to play.
Fresh picked rhubarb kissing innocent lips, lemons and sugar force smiles with excited sips.
Before the sun wakes so much to do, following, aspiring, wanting to be just like you.
Big red barn, straw hangs in the air, tending to all the stalls with great care.
Manual labor forces water up from a well then gracefully down the clumsy trough it fell.
On the TV after a hard day Hee Haw, back then it was the funniest show I ever saw.
Bedtime now, sleep will not find my eyes, for tomorrow, today's pleasure is the prize.
Looming, Loving and giving was he.
Simple, sweet and kind was she.
On that farm with the big red barn they will always be, 
and forever in my heart the memories they gave to me.

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A Higher Power

Kept in the coldness of the grey,
dancing on the edge of unraveling frey.

Time is the only oppressor that can say,
if we are allowed to go or allowed to stay.

Complacent, small-minded we are along the way,
to fall for the belief we are responsible for this repartee.

Anymore than comprehending a double entendre,
can anyone remember a time of subtlety?

Many wishes to flee for solace, emigre,
unacceptable devices to be captured in a dossier.

On my knees, hands in the air out loud I pray,
sins spilling out, everything in disarray.

Distant laughing at my naivete,
A subtle touche.

The silence in my head with intense ricochet,
No answer from above, things never go my way.

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Verbal Revenge

Lines, shapes, meaningless, weightless, senseless.
Without reason.
As each carefully, carelessly planned one tumbled out a made up fairy tale evaporated.
Every broken piece razor sharp, spilling new blood into old wounds.
Leading to the edge of familiarity, staring back, not wanting to go.
The words give no choice
Begging.
But they had nothing else to say.
So simply destructive, five destroyed an entire future.
A flame extinguished.
It took hundreds of words, thousands of letters to mend this disaster,
and only a fraction of a second to crush it all over again with the heaviness of air.
This verbal feast is set for one and may he eat well for this gesture is not one of kindness.

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Complicated Life

When the sun becomes your enemy.
Unbearable amounts of pain exist within the realm of beauty.
Choices to be forgiven fall in every tear shed.
Letting go, holding on, stranded in confusions grasp.
Running so quickly  back to the beginning, tears falling in slow motion.
Time is not your healer, but your perpetrator.
Hardening wrongs, turning every tear into horror.
Forced to watch, forced to feel.
The river runs dry when the ticking stops.
Wearily traveling in desperation to an end that does not live.
Life is a cruel gift, giving and taking but never explaining.
Feeble it knows us, lessons you didn't ask to learn.
We desperately seek answers we already know.
The stars are pulling the strings, beyond your reflection lies it's purpose.
Simplicity has laid the path we complicate with luxuries of guilt and grudges. 
Living so extravagantly removes you from truth,
turning you away from the freedom of your self.

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A Sheeps Herd

You wear this conventional life as a mask of death.
A heavy robe covering the infection of freedom.
Innocence of self that was severed from you at birth.
Trickery under the guise of normalcy where any deviation illicits fear.
Spreading wings.  Striking horror.  Soaring.
Conventionality is a cage, a prison, a ruse. 
A lie to ones self to enable pity and shame.
The devils ideal for control.
Sheep is what you are.
Shed your wool to the wolf no more.
Seek their deception.
Their greatest fear  becomes a prized possession.
Stupid sheep.
It alreedy exists.  It already spoke.  It already waits.
Wake from the uncertain, remove your shadow.
Step into the light created by you.
Away from the herd, slowly the weight falls and the Earth moves retrograde.
A travesty is dead.
Among the ashes is where truth resides, powerful now.

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Poets New Year

Your heart is falling before the sun rise.
Arms out, fingers stretched,
memories streaming from your eyes.
Strength is not what will cause you to fly.
Discover a wellspring,
change, love, and learn to say goodbye.
Fear is the shadow of happiness,
Welcome him,
and sooth him with a gentle kiss.
Life's journey pierces like shards of glass
Spilling blood, 
cleansing wounds for souls outcast.
So lost in the dark of your own design
our choices decided,
but destiny's path is yours to refine.
Life has thousands of trials down this road,
especially the artist,
we travel by our own reckless code.
The beauty of this story for me and for you,
is each terrible ending
is clearing a path for the exciting and new.
No matter present or past the future is clear
spread your wings and soar,
toward sweet new beginnings in a fresh new year.

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Say

The disgusting disease of words pour over me like hot melted earth,
covering my heart.
Burning with venomous poison.
Seeping into the cracks with every breath.
Fangs sink deep, leaving permanent pain.
Resonating ash is all that is left.

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Destiney's Storm

The clouds rolled in like a wall over the sparkle that gives life to ordinary.
Heaviness felt in every inch.
The cool grey mist cleanses opportunities never meant to exist. 
Destiny is cruel, orchestrating and plotting each breath.
Unbearable intensity a torrid fire couldn't withstand.
Run coward.  Your demon awaits.
Laughing at their victorious tears.
One victim.  Born nothing.  Left less.
Endured the passion the theif, the destruction of a devil and a lie come to life.
Choke on your black death, your shadow consumes the weakness and you 
become one with the darkness.
Accepting an ocean that doesn't glistnin the sun, but pretends in what remains.  
Motions and sounds fool the masses.
The bent and twisted remnants please the artist for he painted this murderous 
scene with intuitions brush, bound by his keepers hardened heart.  
Like a puppet on strings.
So many voices, damn them all.
Awareness is searching for retribution, God help you.

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To You

Evil is looking you right in the eye, 
dressed in sweetness, knowing its devastating secret.
Its poison lies within the lie.  Waiting for discovery.  Smiling at you.
Patience is your enemy, denial will be your destructor.
Look beyond the surface for what you already know, but willfully ignore.
For you and evil are one, same wanting.
Beware, you will inherit what evil has to teach.  An unwanted ability gained. Lives destroyed.
Happiness has no place in this triangle of self-destruction.
A heart wrenching disease befriends you, a sheep and wolf's game.
Poison entangled it's malicious, web, choking trust, murdering vows.
Blindness encouraging the affair.
Drops of your fear are the prize already won.
Lies come quick and easy, scripted and memorized, 
but apologies burn like swallowing broken pieces of truth,
as the shards cut and tear,
a future bleeds to death.