Poetry by Cheryl Roynon

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A Selection of Poetry by Cheryl Roynon

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Abyss 8/25/00

Standing on the edge of midnight I looked across the empending gloom
searching for a sight of you but you were nowhere near. Led astray by the
fading light I stepped into the darkness of night- stumbling through my
fears I reached out for you- but the night engulfed me, transfixed and
confused me.
Arms outstretched before me, yet I touched nothing but the velvet feel of
night- Direction became unimportant as momentum pulled me, propelled me
forward- I guessed..I tried to hear what I could not feel- what I could not
see-
Shattering illusions within me... Walking through the shards of glass of
midnight's past I held you in my heart-beating so fast, Breath came
rushing in- then measured...metronomic lifeforce beats came. Dreams of
life in sunshine climes, happy to just BE. With you, laughing walks in
warm rains remembering... you in my arms, holding you, folding into each
other so tenderly-
Yet the darkness mocked me and made me ashamed- I ran from you- but now
the memory remains, it is all I have left of you. My world is an abyss
without you- an abyss of my own making... an absence of light imprisoned
in my solitude.
By my own twisted mental images and lack of virtue I took the very thing
within my soul that made me sing...
and I crushed it-

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InSane 9/27/00

One day the sky opened up- there were many lights- blasts and dynamite
could be heard in the distance. When the dust settled and the fighting
stopping I reached out for you but you didn't respond. I screamed your
name in the wind.
I cried bitter salt tears into the lake of Fire- but you were no
where...no where at all- From within the silence I screamed yet to no
avail. I nearly made myself go crazy- Then one night I heard you in the
wind up over head...it was in a last desperate moment you called out into
the wind- with death in your very breath- That did it! How could I ignore
you?
Everything in me answered a ghostly call- I'll never really be the same
at all I heard a cry upon the wind in the night from way up high it
wasn't real it was a phantom vibration an elemental emotion you sent it
half way round the world the night you lost the battle yet it seems to
stay here in my head and jarring me, rattling every nerve- it makes me
insane to hear you screaming light years away... locked in a battle that
is over now-
Done for all intents and purposes- save the moment you lost your life- it
is etched forever in time playing out again and again like a rewinding
tape- so profound a feeling doesnt stop the soul renting gut wrenching
screams heard still today fainter though they be... I hear you up there
as though it were yesterday. I can do nothing more but bow my head and
pray- pray you find the peace you need at last to qwell those awful
screams if only I had the means...
I'd reach across space and time and pull you to me... but I cannot change
what happened no matter what I do...

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Myst 9/8/00

Islands of myst on the distant horizon-
holding dreams....of castles and Kings-
The sunsets are breathtaking as mountains rise up against the purple
twilight sky and darkness claims the trees.
..animal noises float on the seabreezes...awesome and noble even as the
mysts rise up surrounding, encircling...obliterating my view.
Imagination stirs up thoughts of magick spells as the sun goes down. The
Island is surrounded so well.
The Myst is like a veil covering without fail until nothing is left to
see- Myst is an imaginary place but it feels so real- Surreal mountains of
Myst...
Untold adventures just waiting to burst free - unconditionally....
Vast expanse of my vivid imagination unwinds towards the Myst of a night-
Alone isn't lonely if one can write of haunting places locked within
imagination .....
fly free into an untamed - unpeopled wilderness....a paradise in the
Myst....
Reality is a state of mind, a vision locked inside my minds eye....
It is an Island in the Myst

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Passion In Purple

Passion is purple,
against a backdrop of ebony velvet.
I watch you move with grace and I try not to cry-
Emotion is an ocean all at once
and I am drowning.
Pass by me so closely I can't breathe
I feel each vibration you create.
Passion is purple
I see it in kalaidescope aura
it is all around you
passion is purple I say to myself in a whisper,
unconcious sub-concious you overpower my senses
with passionate kisses.
Eyes shut slightly as vision blurs...
Purple is the color of my eyelids merging into a prismatic array as one
tear falls making it so plain...
I am in a purple mood.
Deep slow motion movements feel like inevitability-
Passion is purple when I am with you
In kalaidesope shapes through my eyelids
Swollen lips meet in the middle of succulent ripe fruit
Making it so plain my need, your need...
I think I love you- as we meet in the middle of passionate throes the night
sky is a shaded purple...
you made it so with your first embrace...

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First Love 9/30/00

In desperate times I met him, he was one like me... Alone and wanting to
belong to someone- who could love openly; Malerole model; father,
brother, lover, started out by first being my friend.
That alone was worth more than all material riches. Learning that someone
else could love me just as I was, without wanting anything from me other
than first love in all its purity
Like the first blush of youth; all fresh and fair, his heart was of the
finest gold untouched before me-
young love free of doubts and free to be as deep as I needed- First love
father figure -friend and finally lover.
How high I set my sights now as measured by that knight in armour whose
heart of gold still shines as brightly-
illuminating the memory...
Oh love that blossomed,love that ripened, became the standard by which I
see all others-
A knight in armour with a heart of gold full of love for me-
Taught me to love as much as he the woman that I was; and molded the woman
yet to be- turning my heart to gold; a jewel he helped me see... A true
friend.
He gave me a friend indeed when he taught me to see the friend in myself
by being the best he knew to be. I loved him for teaching me to love
myself by seeing the goodness inside myself
that I didn't prior see-

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The Vision 8/11/00

At the mountaintop I looked down to see all I could see-
and it was as though the angels were singing loudly to me.
The clouds parted and up from the sea came a vision of what was to be-
It was a city of golden streets; where peace reigned in each heart
beating.
There was no want- no tears- nothing to fear.
The King had risen and given us His kingdom,
to Him each and every one of us are so dear.
There was love far and wide- so deeply felt inside.
Then it faded right before my eyes but it left me the promise.
It isn't a lie! We all will see Him it's our fate-
give Him the glory, it's not too late.

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The Little Pixie Miss 8/5/00

Short and sassy, this little lassy was. One day she took it in her head
that she would grow to be so much bigger than any mortal man could be. She
stretched and she stretched, hung upside down off tree limbs everyday for
two weeks. All to no avail! There was nothing she could do it seemed-
Sad and feeling dejected she went to the meadow to be alone. The
butterflies tried to coax a smile but it wouldn't work, so too the little
bunnies, but it just wouldn't work. But then all of a sudden there was a
big buzzing noise- Looking up into the sky they all saw a big- big-
dragonfly! His four wings were just a'spinning way out of control and it
sent him smack-dab into a tree... said he to the pixie miss "won't you
climb up on my back, and untangle my wings so I can try to fly again?"
said the lass, all smiles at last, "Why yes sir, I'd be delighted!" After
a time the wings were all mended and sat at the angle first meant for a
dragonfly to take flight- Upon his back the pixie miss had a great big
smile, as they rose up into the sky she waved at the bunnies left below-
Thought she as they drifted, my size must be a gift if I get to ride
dragonflies!.... Feeling much larger than life now.

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The Key- 7/11/00

Keeping her heart free of all trappings...seems to be such a hard job for
one as cute as she. Handing her a pretty wrapped package tenderly, he
says "just open it".
Inside is a brightly shining golden key. She looks up into his eyes...
questioning... "It's the key to my heart"- he says, so wistfully...
"Won't you return it so that I can have the key to unlock yours?"

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Naked To The World ....uncut 6/27/00

Pick the nature of beast to attack- By way of wisened old women who grin
toothless naked to the world- unmade up faces naked to the world- the
way they were meant to be- naked to the faces of men- young and old who
hungered once from the womb they hungered; and were nourished by the
tender flesh naked to the world- mother's milk... twists in time to
become a yearning- longed for taste. Seperate the duties of mothering and
be still the wife- bride of eniquity- blind to anything but youthful
desire- naked to the world- twisting in time like an orphaned mule
stubborn needy yet refusing to budge... naked to the world in which we
become girls who find desire in our adolescence... and in turn become
woman to nurture the young at the same breast in which we lit the fire of
men naked to the world... uncovered exposed raw... confused.

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A Quiet Rain 6/28/00

Lightly falling misty droplets
a quiet rain falling.
Misty droplets from a grayed sky-
dropping noiselessly, a quiet rain is falling.
Nurtured evergreens stand tall against the sky,
ever reaching way up high.
Reaching for the quiet rain falling.
Sitting here thinking introspectively, while the quiet rain falls.
Wondering where you are and if your rain falls as quietly.

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This Is Only A Test- 6/25/00

One push to the Pedestal-
Fallen heroes look up from the floor in surprised damnation.
Top heavy teetering brings the thunderclaps as it crashes to the floor.
One push. One shove from behind and thats all she wrote folks.
Small minds think alike... if they can't have it no one else shall have
it either.
One push breaks the camels back and all the goodies fall to the floor...
Selfishly guarded secrets- used as ammunition in man made wars where no
one wins the end is the final curtain call yet no one is there to take a
bow.
No one wins any how- but always there will be a furtive little movement
barely seen out of the corner of an eye... ever get the feeling you are
the puppet in The Punch and Judy Show?
Powerless.
Weak.
Maybe now the dam will burst and all my words will pour forth out of the
blockage...
This doesn't mean anything.
It is only a test...

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Missing You- 6/21/00

Things don't really change overnight do they?
How can a vibrant energy vaporize so quickly-
The physical body ceases to be- yet your spirit is within me.
Over time the pain will ease but getting to the other side of midnight
free .. isn't easy.
Sleep won't come until after three gotta get up and get moving but the
weight of it all is so draining.
Missing you- is killing me.

By Cheryl Roynon

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