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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

A #PROMISE

When I parked this morning at my office and I looked up...this is what greeted me....


   

 May your day be filled with promise, love, light and beauty 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

GIVE A GIFT OF ART THIS CHRISTMAS #GIFTofART #CHERsSTUDIO


ARTWORK NOW AVAILABLE THROUGH FINE ART AMERICA




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Place and confirm your order before November 30th and get $10 off each print. Email 
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#TIMELESS #DAY28 #MUSINGSofCHER


TIMELESS

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

#THIRTYdaysOfMUSINGS is Almost Over

The thirty days of MUSINGS are almost over.....come on over and enjoy them....they will remain on the blog for your viewing pleasure. Please Follow the Blog as well for updates.



THE MUSINGS OF CHER

#DARKNESS #DAY27 #MUSINGSofCHER


DARKNESS

Saturday, November 15, 2014

1000 FEMALE ENTREPRENEURS in BARBADOS

Hey Guys...I am very pleased to announce that I have been listed as one of the 1000 Female Entrepreneurs in Barbados. It is such an honor. In this time of economic hardship one needs to be creative and self-sufficient and the search is on for those women who fit that profile and who can bring some empowerment to the youth in the country, both male and female.


You can go take a look at the movement on Facebook through the link below.



#SOMEDAY #DAY23 #MUSINGSofCHER


SOMEDAY

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

I AM A DYNAMIC DIVA




Friends, I am so thrilled to have been asked to be the feature creative artist for the "I AM A DYNAMIC DIVA: Celebrating the Journey" event to be held on November 26, 2014.
It is even more of an honour as this is the one year anniversary of this very empowering seminar hosted by Chamara D Hollingsworth, an entrepreneur and a Dynamic Diva in her own right. Inclusive in the uplifting programme for the evening, I will be reading one or two of my pieces of poetry from my works in MY SOUL CRIES - by Cher Corbin and Virtualis: A New-Age Love Story by Cher Corbin .... some of my artwork will also be on display.
So please book the space in your calender and contact us to reserve your seat. It will be a wonderful evening. Hope to see you there.



#UNCERTAINTY #DAY19 #MUSINGSofCHER


UNCERTAINTY

Sunday, November 2, 2014

NEW SHORT STORY (AS YET UNTITLED) - EXCERPT

“So, young Theo,” (I had been given my uncle’s name) “tell me ‘bout the beauties you got line up now you at secondary school. Hmmmph, I hope you got de pick of de litter. Yuh know what I been telling yuh over these past years – always go for the pretty ones wid de good bodies, pretty face and nice hair, cuz when she mek yuh vex and yuh ready to stomp out de place, and yuh look back, you know yuh got a good looking woman that gonna keep yuh warm in bed and dat yuh don’t gotta put de pillow over she head. So never mind how much yuh drink when yuh left and how much pussy get pelt at yuh, yuh know yuh coming back home to de one dat is yours cuz she aint gonna stray nowhere.”
My response was always an open mouth and a bewildered look of amazement. How in heaven’s name could he be telling me these things? But my Gramps was convinced that these were the life lessons that every man should be taught. He made it cleared he had prepared his son for my mother and now he was preparing me for “the bitch” that I would have and “breed” in the years to come.
His words were harsh, callous, degrading but what was strange is that he said them with such conviction that you started doubting yourself on the validity and morality of his perspective. My Gramps, or Reginald Oscar Valentine Moore as he was called by my Gran just before an enameled cup whizzed past his head, was well known in our village. Well, actually, notorious; he was very handsome, six foot three with the body of a heavy weight boxer, the face of a black Bogart but with the mouth of a lighterman. Yet every woman within a two mile radius would come to Mr. Brown’s shop on Saturday afternoons, on the pretense of picking up the weekly groceries, to listen to the stories my grandfather told of his father and the men who went off to build the Panama Canal.

The anecdotes made for intense listening and this large man took up at least two thirds of the space in the front area of the shop, was thoroughly animated and held the rapt attention of his audience for at least two hours. The men sitting on the make-shift benches in the corner threw back a shot-of-rum every time Gramps got to a good point in his story and the orator stood there smiling and winking at the women who had come to purchase their groceries.  The few times I had accompanied my guardian to the afternoon activity I noticed that when the story-telling session was over, the shop owner would deliver to my grandfather a large white enamel cup, chipped around the rim and handle, and filled with a milky brown liquid.  Guiness and milk, a concoction fit for a prize fighter and prescribed to provide my Gramps with the energy he needed to get him through the night. 

Copyright: Cher Corbin 2014

#NEWDAY #DAY10 #MUSINGSofCHER


NEWDAY

Saturday, November 1, 2014

BARBADIAN LANDSCAPES

OCEAN VIEW FROM CHERRY TREE HILL


Here is the link to my new Studio Page. You can browse, like and share as well as order your prints on this page.

Looking forward to your comments.


CHER's Studio is NOW OPEN for business!!








Visit us on our Facebook page and order your artwork there.


ARTWORK ON SALE #CHERtheWRITERandVISUALArtist


My artwork is primarily watercolour and pen & ink with watercolour washes. I enjoy capturing the images of my home (this is called Barbadiana) and I wish to share these with the world.

You are welcomed to contact me here or through my email addy  cher.insight@gmail.com to see the full portfolio.

The most popular size is 8x10" matted to 11x14 final size and these go for US$30 (exclusive of shipping).

I would really appreciate your support. You can also view my other work on







MY SOUL CRIES




MY SOUL CRIES was the first major anthology I have written, published and promoted. ( I did write one before called HINDSIGHT...but I am not very happy with that one..will revamp soon).

MY SOUL CRIES is a window into my life over a two year period and captures my emotions in no better form but poetry.

I was blessed to be offered my book launch at Days Book Store in Barbados and it was just before Christmas 2013. It was one of the most exciting times of my life as a writer.  Some people may say, oh but you just self-publishing and all this is is literary masturbation. Well I beg to differ.

I write poetry because I can. I publish my poetry because I can. I write and publish my poetry because I have a voice that I want the world to hear it. When I am gone, my words will remain and I know there will be someone out there that has been touched positively, who I have helped to life their spirits and realize that they are not alone.

It is not only MY SOUL that CRIES, so do others and I wish them to know that their cries are being heard.

You are welcome to follow the link below to get a idea of the poetry in the work and it is available on Amazon or you can email me directly at cher.insight@gmail.com

https://www.facebook.com/mysoulcries

#AWAKEN #DAY9 #MUSINGSofCHER


AWAKEN

Thursday, October 30, 2014

#VIRTUALIS A Modern Day Love Story



Virtuālis
by
Cher Corbin

A modern day love story that surely challenges the perception of adult relationships – two people from completely different walks of life connect.

Rosalie
A single mother, Rosalie was recently laid-off from her job and needed to find some source of income. Her first love, writing, quickly became a focal point for her and on the advice of her thirteen year old daughter she joined the Artista Network and entered the Poets’ Rendezvous.
With much hesitation, she posted a poem and waited. What she found in her inbox was totally unexpected.

DeCarlo
A professor of Black American Literature had recently lost his only son in a tragic biking accident. He buried himself in his work and his research for his new book. He had been advised, by his students no less, to troll the social media, especially Artista Network and get a feel for the many poetry groups and their activities. He signed into the first poetry group he came upon – The Poets’ Rendezvous, what he found there would prove to send him off kilter for quite some time.

Virtuālis is a journey of two souls, a cry for solace and love; a conversation of the heart which is freely expressed and interestingly painted with the poetic words of two artists.

“And what would the world say when they see it?”
“What could they say but – Romeo and Juliet.”
“But you do know that they both died in the end?”


©Cher Corbin 2014  

SOON AVAILABLE IN E-BOOK  

IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE.......

Love...some of us think we know what it is, some of us can only guess, but the fortunate few have really experienced it.

Tis not about the shiny knight in armor on the white stallion, or the house with the porch and picket fence and 2 and one half children....

No no it is more base, more simple than that...it is about understanding, connection, communication and interdependence......

So.....come with me and maybe....you will see what Love really is....

#LONGING #DAY7 #MUSINGSofCHER


LONGING

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Monday, October 27, 2014

#REMEMBER




I REMEMBER

I remember
you and I
in that tight space
you opening to me
sharing your innermost
thoughts

I remember
touching you
the rush of your breath
on my cheek
as you exhaled
the tightening of your fingers
on my shoulders
as you inhaled

I remember
your passion
your urgency
wanting
to remove
the woven boundaries
between us

I remember
the scent
of you
the feel of your chest
under my hand
the quickening beats

I remember
you holding me
your lips on mine
tasting
me falling deep
into you

I remember
how protected
you made me feel
how precious
like the most delicate
string of the rarest pearls

In the darkness
of this room
I lay alone
I reach for you
but all that is there
is a memory

I remember

--------------------------------
Cher Corbin 2014


#ARRIVAL #DayFour #MUSINGSofCHER


ARRIVAL

Sunday, October 26, 2014

WHY DO I WRITE POETRY?

Why do I write poetry? This question has not only been asked of me, but I also asked it of myself.

Poetry for me is a vessel, a portal by which I can express my emotions, my deepest feelings; going to a place within my psyche that few have ever reached - poetry makes me vulnerable. There is a freedom and a release of burden when one is vulnerable.

I imagine it may be similar to free-falling, or maybe not but when I write there are no rules to be followed, I have no boundaries and my mind goes wherever it chooses.

I am selfish. I write for me. I am lucky that there is an audience that wishes to read what I have written, but I am proud to say that I am selfish and will continue to be.

When I write my poetry the only thing I wish for is for anyone who reads it to get a glimpse of who I am inside, not who society says I am supposed to be.

When I write my poetry there are two foundation elements that must remain consistent... these are TRUTH and BEAUTY.

I read recently that a poet should always ensure that his works are extending from a place of truth. Not necessarily evidence based truth....although this may seem contradictory here, but just listen....If you have a desire, a wish it may not have come to fruition as yet, it may not be tangible as yet, there is no physical evidence to it, but, it is based in your true belief, your true wishes, your heartfelt desires.

My work is very emotionally driven as T.S. Eliot said "What every poet starts from is his own emotions."

To some this precipitates a roller-coaster ride of sorts. I have been accused of being demanding, crazy, bi-polar (although I blame that on my fish swimming in opposite directions - Pisces) and an incurable romantic. Well to be honest, I take pride in all of those labels because they define my uniqueness and my personality.

As I have said on numerous occasions.......


Why do I write poetry? I write because I have a voice, I write because I wish to express the beauty that I see all around me and the joy I treasure in my connection to the Universe and the spiritual energy within me. I write because I can.



RETURN TO ME #DayThree #MUSINGSofCHER #ReturnToMe


RETURN TO ME

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Letting Go #LettingGo




Is there anything,
anything I can do,
to take this feeling of hurt
away?

This ache,
this physical pain
that creeps under my skin;
tears at my flesh
incapacitates my mind,
my heart.

Is there anything,
anything I can do
to take this feeling
of disappointment away?

This confusion
that disassembles my logic,
shatters my plans
and marks me down.

I need to shake this,
to reach
inside of me:
my spirit is not asleep
I will awaken.
I will rise
above this struggle.

My eyes are washed
in the tears
of years of expression,
memories of decisions,
harsh words and actions
all for the good,
for the protection
of the spawn of myself.

I have to let go.

I leave it in Your hands.

The wings of the White Fairy
will protect,
the ample breast of Our Mother
will soothe
and you my child will grow,
will thrive
because I know
you will become
the person I know you are.

………………….
Cher Corbin © 2014

#DayTwo #ETERNAL


Friday, October 24, 2014

#DayOne #ENDofDAY



THIRTY DAYS OF MUSINGS #MUSINGSofCHER



Dear Friends

Those of you who are following my blog know full well that it can be a bit of a roller-coaster ride ,,emotionally that is...and I do have my insane moments...I am allowed at least 20 minutes every day.....But you also know that I live for love. So I have decided to share with you a collection of poetry that I wrote over a three month period (50 pieces I think) but I will do this with you over thirty days.

I realize not many people like to comment on the blogs, but I really really would love to hear from you as it relates to these words.

So here we go...Thirty Days of Musings....Enjoy!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

RE-EVOLUTION: NIFCA 2014 BRONZE AWARD IN POETRY


RE-EVOLUTION

That which is written
in its simplicity
its purity of meaning
gripped him like a vice.

Pulled
pushed
he careened head-first
into the vortex
of her elliptical mind.

Beliefs
notions
all structure faded
crumbled
as if gravity no longer existed.

Thoughts
desires
floated aimlessly
in a blissful aura.

What purpose is there
to existence as it is?

Questioning the status quo
he embarks on a journey
searching for clarity
for self
for freedom
from that which enslaves him.

It has begun.

This revolution
his evolution
shall not be televised.

--------------------------------
Cher Corbin 2014

FOREVER I WON'T - NIFCA 2014 BRONZE AWARD IN POETRY


FOREVER I WON'T

I love you.
Always remember that
I love you.

Words ringing in my ears
Thundering pulses as the stinging
Flesh recedes
His hand glowing red
From the backward blow
But you know
I love you

Now knowing why he chooses
His steaks rare
Blood tastes sweet.
Sweet like the feeling he gets
When he thrusts and comes
In the night
He releases himself
To the oblivion of his pleasure

His pleasure
His battering
His laughing
His moaning
His bludgeoning
Remember Honey I love you

The taste is no longer sweet
But bitter
My pain
My anger
My helplessness
His power

Hangs like a dark veil
Of sticky clingy cob web
That creeps and covers my soul.
I drown in the waves of red fire
As my heart and my brain explode

Yesterday is the today of my tomorrow
My present is the past of your future
As life is finite
This too will end

Because

Honey I do
     But
Forever I won’t


...............................
Cher Corbin 2014

I WON.....FINALLY AWARDED FOR MY POETRY AT NIFCA !!!!



So today I received the call from our National Cultural Foundation  that I had received two (2) BRONZE AWARDS for my poetry : Forever I Won't  & Re-Evolution at our annual NIFCA competition in Literary Arts.

This win is bittersweet because for almost three years I have entered the Literary Arts in both Prose and Poetry. I have excelled in Prose with Silvers, Bronze and Incentive Award but never made the cut for my poetry. 

I was told at one stage that my writing was a bit clinical and that maybe I was putting too much of my science into the language I was using. My rebut to that was that I write how I feel. I am not a trained writer or poet. My learning is from experience, exposure and association with my peers. My literary journey is not of the orthodox kind and I think this lends to my creativity.

Don't get me wrong, I will never ever belittle the value of the formal academic education and instruction for the written word but I do feel that there is still a little space for the unorthodox, the radical and the revolutionary (I was actually called that once, not sure if it was a compliment at the time..lol).

So, today I am feeling happy (even tho this headache is killing me) and I will use this elation to push me forward and to continue to do what I love. 

I will post the two pieces for your enjoyment (hopefully).

Thank you Judges at NCF/NIFCA and thank you even more to my family who has always supported me, my writing buddies (Simon, Robert, Re-Shana), my friends - both near, not so near, and very far (143 Forever) and of course my readers and followers. You keep me going!!!!

Thanks again
(I will be having that glass of sweet red tomorrow ;) )