Seeker Magazine
Lisa Cherubini
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Lisa was born in Massachusetts, USA, in 1980, currently resides in Texas...but is moving to London where her fiancé lives. Her father shares the same interest in writing, conjuring up poetry as a hobby, and her mom plays the cello in two Austin orchestras.
When it comes to writing poetry, Lisa jots down whatever comes to her. If others enjoy reading her poems, it's just an added bonus to accompany the joy she feels for writing. One tip she has: "Write what you feel...not what you think you should feel." She says to allow your mind to flow--the words to stream out--that you'll be surprised with what sometimes emerges.
Wandering spirits
Raining hands over
Scattered bodies
We're all searching seeking
An ultimate happiness
A profound ecstasy
Robbing the night of
Dreams and wishes
Once parted with
Taking back what should
Be ours
And awaking to nothing but
Ourselves
Seduced by optimism
Raped by negativity
All feel defeated in
The end when faced with
Reality
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tales of centuries
fall before me as they
reveal explicitly dissect what
those preceding us dealt with
and I welcome this
newfound past as our ancestors turn
jaded pages so we may
in time find the differences and
uniqueness' that bring ourselves and history
together so intricately--
antiquity's wounds though nearly mended
obtain a piece of my heart as I feel for those taken by
war famine disease
before our history became ours
and these tales of centuries
make for noteworthy occasions
as we and as those before us
celebrate in the refining qualities of
history pieced and pasted in the present
of our minds
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The Absence of "Hello"
It was the other day that I
Walked through the door
Feeling unsure and seemingly
Untied
Stepped into our apartment
Where started just two dreamers
Searching for some perfect world
We knew we'd never find
Looked around our little hideout
To realize the presence of
A suitcase
Not yours not mine not wanted here
And later when I asked you
Where it came from
Your reply was confused
But your fixed glare on the square looter
Was insistent
As somewhere near/far from us I heard a
"Goodbye."
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somewhere in between
the youth of spirit
and the soul of maturity
I linger
staggering between the fine lines of
darkness and piercing scorch of
light
the choice is mine
to be a somebody
or just a body
possibilities are endless
the mystery of the future and
routine consistency of the present
toss a coin
head off into the boundless realms of
tangible dreams
sink tale-end into a bottomless pit of
self pity
define fate by action
don't wait for consequence
or
stay somewhere in between
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Homo Sapien Syndrome
I'm not depressed
Not negative
Realistic is different very
Don't suffer fools gladly
Refuse to repress thoughts comments
This is life live it think it say it
Not rebellion but I'm no
Societal zombie
Hate hate followers
Sheep amongst their herd
I'm not cynical just observant
Not a hater just people-picky
They push me to my limits
Sugar-coated posers
Living behind masks of doubtless gullibility
Will they SEE their world eventually
Smell the pollution not just the flowers
Why are they scared to break their smiles (?)
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what I like
I like
what we are
I like
what we aren't
like the similarity of
our differences
your black in my
white
our grey
enjoy the
running of lips and fingertips
together and
apart
I like to touch
as you touch me
I touch you
when we become one
no more or less than
the other
then that is what
I like
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(Printed with permission; Copyright 2001 - All Rights Reserved by Lisa Cherubini - No reproduction without express permission from the author)
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