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Cheryl Chandler Poem
Disappointment and anger; now they're the real gang bangers.
Invading our lives causing nothing but disharmony and strife.
Not easily identified because they creep in on the slide.
Taking root in our spirits as an underlying feature.
Giving birth to the enemies children those demonic creatures.
We all know them by name:
hate, jealousy, backbiting, abuse, addiction, and let's not forget separation and division.
Be alert, check them at the door; and don't allow them to gain entrance into our spiritual lives anymore.
Take the stand; be consciously aware, and don't lose anymore relationships to their debilitating snare.
You know you love them, you miss them and you know you really care.
You no longer want to fight and now you know who the culprits are;
It's time to do what's right.
No more will we settle for anything less but the very best in our relationships.
The arresting agent to shut these gang bangers down is forgiveness.
Copyright © Cheryl Chandler | Year Posted 2014
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I am hurting can't you see?
How could you walk out on the children and me?
It was you who I gave all of my love, support and trust.
Now I am left here alone doing a job that was meant to be done by the both of us.
You promised you for us would be here.
I never thought you would walk out on me.
It feel like I have never known the one I believed in so much would walk out and leave his family.
How selfish you really are with no dignity at all; showing everyone who know us that you could really care less about our emotional scars.
You walk and drive around taken advantaged of how blessed you are with being capable.
The last thing on your mind is having the thought of whether your children will wake up to breakfast on the table.
I don't know how; but I know I will make it.
I'll keep pushing forward doing the best I can in moving on.
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From the past days of old.
At Seventh Street & Florence Avenue.
Vehicles in pristine finished.
Bragging Rights Mint Condition.
Proudly rolled by in a yearly tribute.
Very close behind did the present.
Spanking brand new, Virgilina's, VA.
Town's first responders debut their life-
saving vehicles of rescue.
Summer Fest proudly displayed.
Awesomely colored painted fine cars.
Including trucks and plowing tractors.
The drivers and passengers.
Cheerfully waived tossing smiles and candy.
I watched so many of the children laughing.
Enjoying themselves while playfully.
Scrambling to grab all and as many.
Of the tossed free candies.
So very comforting it was to see.
Neighbors, visitors, friends and family.
Witnessing together.
Standing side by side
In such a loving comradely.
History and our future.
Embracing one another.
In supreme harmony.
Refreshing the supportive celebration.
Veterans from old world wars of our past.
Keeping close in step were our gallant;
soldiers of wars in our present time.
Today's events were also in celebration.
Of the soldiers whom honorably.
Transitioned to a much peaceful home.
This was a very lovely quick get away.
Cotton candy, home made ice cream.
Scenie's Old-fashioned Peanut Brittle.
Freshly squeezed lemonade.
How fortunate to meet Ms Marion Woods.
Author of Uncle Jerdon's Farm Children' Book.
Thanks to my cousin Natarsha.
I am experiencing a very lovely.
Memorial Weekend Holiday.
My Uncle Joe Lassiter our beloved Veteran.
His daughter and my cousin Andrea Miller.
Stood in the longest line waiting patiently.
For what I learned was the town's best.
Brunswick Stew.
It's evening now I sit here as one.
Within this blissful time in nature.
Pleasantly at peace.
Relaxed taking in the beauty.
Of this picturesque piece of land.
Reflectively pondering.
On on this lovely day.
I joyfully have a writing instrument.
Very close at hand.
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What an honorable man.
Dependable.
Dedicated.
Up Right in his stand.
A beautiful man who is the gate keeper for us all.
He has provided the love.
Support.
Also wisdom to his young prince.
His young princess's applied individually.
His Role as King in our lives.
Rightfully deserved from all us who knew him.
He taught us to be accountable for one another.
Grandaddy did not play with you.
When it came to being angry with our sister or brother.
He held on to us all.
Grandaddy make it perfectly clear.
This is how he showed true love for us all.
He spent more time in our character building.
Teaching us about:
Honesty.
Not to steal.
To stay away from drugs.
True life survival skills is what he taught.
Granddaddy knew we would have set-backs.
Plenty trials.
Granddaddy would always say. “When you fall”.
“Get back up, brush yourself off”.
He never spent time downing us.
Granddaddy's time was dedicated.
To showing us how to get back up.
Again and again.
Visionary who saw the future long before it got here.
Granddaddy prepared us well.
He was perfect in our eyesight.
Spectacular role model.
Granddaddy guided us through.
With plenty of grace.
Plenty of wisdom.
He was our daddy who always had the time.
He was our Hero who always provided us,
a home big enough to hold us all.
Larger than life was our granddaddy.
His beautiful smile.
His very kind heart was the cord of love that kept,
our family together.
Granddaddy we will always love you forever.
Granddaddy you were our everything.
Granddaddy thank you for being our King.
Dedicated: To my granddaddy.
Fred Douglass Demory Sr.
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Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are.
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.
God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.
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Cheryl Chandler Poem
Walking Down To Death is a daily sorrowful walk into the darkness of life.
Where you loose all control.
The sidewalks seem to come alive to eat at your exterior as you hunt for your drug of choice.
This chase leaves you feeling worn and riddled with the demise of your self-worth and self- respect coming to a regretful end.
As a result of this never ending chase eating the bottom of your foot wear.
Loved ones then start succumbing to the appearance of self-dis figuration in their beautiful outward God given frame.
Walking down to death is a dark one that takes more and more from your spirit while inflicting aches and pains for the desired appetizer of the addiction.
What started off from innocence ended up becoming a down payment for your very soul.
Disguised in curiosity, trying to fit in with your friends, with the false belief that getting high was all in having fun.
Will-power has packed up and left you without saying goodbye.
It feels betrayed by your choices that led to demolish it's very existence and it's position to strengthen you.
No more of a party favor's for you as addiction strips you right down to the very core.
Your body aches for more and more and addiction continues to demand for more and more until it can't take from you anymore.
It's to addiction you loose your life and will be pronounced dead to your family and friends.
Your Walk Down to Death is now marked by the enemy as complete.
A precious life lost and gone forever to a tragic end.
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Leaving forever a life of manipulation and control.
Time is over living life based on other people terms.
Like a real life puppet performing on everyone's stage instead of my own.
This certainly is no song to sing or dance to.
It is on this note I will celebrate while thanking and praising God for yet another chance.
I'll gladly take my bow.
The reason I really don't understand.
I can only explain that I have always been consumed.
Concerned so much for the welfare and well being for everyone else.
Birthed somewhere and I can't begin to discover.
Where these planted seeds into my subconscious came from.
I have always felt that others needed more attention, support, well wishes and dependable help.
It is from that beginning and now to this ending.
I'll thankfully take my bow.
No more will I accept the position of a customized make and model of everyone's perception and thoughts of who I should be.
This customization benefits any and everyone else.
All with the exception of myself.
Living always for the approval of woman and man.
A set up for a set back in my life that I still don't understand.
Second guessing, doubting, not believing, allowing to be mislead and just simply failing my own self.
All to gain the approval from those who never wanted to see me succeed.
If they had their way I would have failed to life and become lost to myself.
“Don't throw your pearls to swine thus say the Lord."
It is right here I''ll gratefully take my bow.
I don't regret this life lesson because I am a greater woman of God because of it all.
I Thank and Praise God because I am well today.
And today I am well on my way.
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That's what it is; it's hard to let him go.
I don't need anyone but me to understand that fact and my true feelings that only I know.
Yes it's a life changing serious situation that started off like a dream with all the trimmings.
No limits and no hesitations.
I have taken the proper steps to do what needs to be done.
I event sent you back my only source of fiance that you guaranteed me keeping the truck.
Now I have no income.
I am past the physical that's a fact.
I love him more than he love's himself and even better.
I love him as a friend.
I should have never taken him back.
The truth is we've been separated this time around for twelve years.
Now look at me.
Here I go yet again.
Okay I know it's been back and forward this whole thing with he and me.
I know I can't do this anymore.
And I know I do deserve to be happy, blissful, and proud to be in love.
Most of all to be stress free.
It's about facing the truthful facts in life.
Regardless of whatever else.
It's all about survival and doing the right thing.
Having peace in my life I realize that I must let him go.
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Listen here Queen & King those birthday blues are nothing but a trick from the enemy to confuse you.
You see; he wants nothing more but for you to throw a pitty party, filled with feelings of disappointments and regrets.
Leading you down a path of depression; where all you can see are the past bondages that were met to prevent you from seeing.
The brand new beginning, that a birthday gives you in life birthing a focus and thirst for what is next.
Recognize you’re blessed to be in the present.
You still have the ability to dream, to watch the sun set and rise and having the joy of hearing the birds sing.
There are those who are not so privileged and have gone on; never realizing who they are.
They unlike you will never have new hopes, fond dreams or be able to catch a glance at a shooting star.
Bow down on your knee's and thank and praise God; thank him for his compassion, love, mercy and grace for bringing you this far.
Be grateful you still have the victory of life.
Of course, no one is exempt from opposition or strife.
You’re blessed enough to stand six feet above still experiencing God's love.
There is no room in your life for the enemy's birthday blues.
You serve an awesome God whose gift to you everyday is the gift of life and the ability to choose.
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Disparity an unseen bondage where emotions, thoughts, hopes,dreams, and desires get arrested.
They get caught up entangled and trapped.
The invisible restraint shows up at a moments notice.
Holding hostage fruits of the spirit leaving you emotionally zapped.
Sitting in despair with eyes closed;
your head hung low being supported by your hand.
Elbow on your knee you begin tapping your feet.
Feeling instantly sick unable to stand.
Rushing thoughts come in like a flood.
Flooding in, flooding out, rushing in, rushing out, flooding in, flooding out.
Desperately you wonder what of these hopeless, and lowly feelings.
That are now invading your life, causing each day to be so full of strife.
You look up towards heaven and cry, " Please Father God Help Me",
My spirit is so cast down and I feel as if I'm going to die.
You cry "Sweet Savior please show mercy.
You cry "Save me Lord from this dark hostile scary place".
Please Father rescue me.
I am here held captive spiritually bound.
Heavenly Father come get me.
Please I am praying to be found.
Please Heavenly Father save me from this dark and cold place..
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