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Oh the sweet, oh the cheery, oh that sweet tasting Christmas Sherry.
Oh the green, oh the red, oh the lights all happy and merry.
The day so light, the night so bright, filled with all these Christmas lights.
Chewing cheese cheerily, chattering continually, clapping cheerfully.
Spread the cheer, the Christmas cheer.
Munching mother's moose milktart, much more may mother make.
High on chocolate truffles, oh the kerfuffle, the kerfuffle for the last chocolate truffle
Ho - ho - ho, as they day loses light, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2018
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Why, why, why?
Why do birds fly?
Why do babies cry?
Why is the desert dry?
Why, why, why?
Why are mountains high?
Why is there a blue sky?
My oh my, why do we ask why?
I am not shy, to ask why,
I am not shy, to tell you why,
If only I knew the reason why,
The reason why I ever asked why?
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2016
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The cold winter evening air.
The howling wind through the trees.
The mist slowly rolling over the cold frozen body of water.
The cracking of twigs in the nearby surrounding.
The yellow eyes staring at the movements.
The dark corners and voids of the unknown.
The fast pacing heartbeat causing the blood to rush to the brain.
The nothing.
The quiet....
Do you feel it?
Do you?
THE CHILL....
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2023
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What I like about you
Your silly voice when you awake,
Or your cute face when I bake a cake,
Your one sock falling off when you sleep,
And the funny sound you make me you leap,
When it’s cold and you curl up in a ball,
Or your polite way you always take a call,
I like that you are always true,
Always friendly and always you.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2016
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They do not want to be seen, they do not want to be heard, they don’t have peace, and they don’t feel anything.
They walk through walls and give you that chill down your spine when they enter the room.
They stand and watch you sleep and slowly brush their finger through your hair.
They do not feel pain because pain was taken away, they just feel emptiness, and they just feel loneliness.
What makes this any different from when they were living and breathing? Just the air in their lungs, just the air.
You didn’t see them when they were day walkers, you didn’t see them when they felt lonely, you didn’t see them when they felt sad or hurt.
You see, this is not that different.
They can still walk through walls and you wouldn’t even know, they can still stand in the rain and watch the drops fall right through. Again, no difference .
A shell is just a shell, it might have had life in there at some point but once it becomes a shell it becomes an ornament that you put on your glass coffee table. A shell will always just be a shell.
They will walk on a footpath used by many but leave no footprint, they will graze their hand against the tall standing grass and it won’t even move, they will stand in the wind but it blows right through.
You would think being invisible would be a problem because no one can see you, but how can it be a problem if they never saw you anyway?
So you can try to colour in the lines to fill up that emptiness, you can try to fit all of the boxes into places where they fit, but just keep in mind that when something is invisible how will you try to fill it if you don’t even know if it is really there.
Here is the mask that the invisible can choose to wear, here is the shoe that they can use to leave prints, here is the air that they use to breath and here is heart that should keep them alive.
They are invisible and always will be.
An empty shell .
Just a ghost inside.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2020
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You wake,
you work,
you work,
you pay,
you pay,
you stay,
you stay,
you pay,
The daily routine is never ending,
Full of constant receiving and sending,
We make our way through day by day,
Dragging our feet as we make our way.
At night we crawl into our beds
and lay down our tired heads,
Your happy place, of quiet and peace,
Finally I can rest at ease.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2016
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Watching him sleep, oh, how sweet,
Those little toes, those red cheeks, those little feet
Fast asleep, warm and snug
With the heater cozy beneath the bedroom rug
All tucked in, this happy baby
I will watch over you even after you'r eighty
I can't help but watch him as he lay there sleeping
And sometimes I might even find myself weeping
I weep when I think of him bringing my life all this joy.
All this joy, from such a small little boy.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2018
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Have you ever been so anxious? Have you ever felt the fear?
Have you ever wondered why this world is even here?
When you’re sitting in your bedroom where no one else will hear.
Then I realize
I’m all alone in a world filled with people.
I’m all alone sitting by myself.
My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.
Won’t someone please come take me home.
While I’m walking through the valley that’s supposed to have no fear,
How did I find myself here?
I need a shelter I need a home.
I don’t want to be alone.
I’m all alone in a world filled with people.
I’m all alone sitting by myself.
My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.
Won’t someone please come take me home.
Why do I have so many questions?
Why do I have so many fears?
When will my life become more easy or even change?
That’s when I realise.
Then I realise.
I’m all alone in a world filled with people.
I’m all alone sitting by myself.
My head keeps on rolling and rolling away.
Won’t someone please come take me home.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2020
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“I am cold I am cold” says the flower to the windy swivel, “go blow somewhere else or my petals will shrivel!”
“Oh please” says the swivel to the flower, “you are but a Pansy so stop being so dour”
For a Pansy you know can always re-seed even in cold its growth will succeed.
So be like the Pansy when life throws you lemons , just push through the storm and learn some life lessons.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2020
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Way up high, I build this wall,
Higher and higher, I build it tall.
I build my wall to keep it all out,
Every single piece of doubt,
The doubt I have about all my fears,
The fears that cause me all these tears.
The world is such a drowning place,
These walls we build as we fall from grace.
All that we face every day,
So we build our walls to keep the pain away.
Copyright © Sheree Schoeman | Year Posted 2018
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