at Peace    1969 -   
Thou cometh the Winter
in discontent
the leaves of Summer
must give up the rent
~ Helen 04/05/14

Remember this,
To be touched
is not just
Fingertips on skin
Hugs of the soul
are a deeper embrace
They reach beyond
the human face
to see where
you truly begin
~ Helen 26/12/13

'When the time comes
place the coin,
beneath my tongue
so I may pay
Charon!
Or else my
journey
has scarce begun'
~ Helen 01/12/13

All poems posted are original and written by me, Helen Doogan, under copyright law except where expressed and acknowledged to the original author.

In other words... don't steal my shit ;)
Thou cometh the Winter
in discontent
the leaves of Summer
must give up the rent
~ Helen 04/05/14

Remember this,
To be touched
is not just
Fingertips on skin
Hugs of the soul
are a deeper embrace
They reach beyond
the human face
to see where
you truly begin
~ Helen 26/12/13

'When the time comes
place the coin,
beneath my tongue
so I may pay
Charon!
Or else my
journey
has scarce begun'
~ Helen 01/12/13

All poems posted are original and written by me, Helen Doogan, under copyright law except where expressed and acknowledged to the original author.

In other words... don't steal my shit ;)
Helen
Helen
19 hours ago      17 hours ago

This is not so much a poem. This is more a revealing of a high that comes from taking the liars down. This is not about reposting ones own work under multiple accounts (I don't understand it and I don't get it but you can't steal from yourself...) This is a story of being able to show ones true character by pointing out that what they write, how they bask in the muted sunlight of another's ignorance to their thievery, just leaves them looking pale!

You see me as a troublemaker
storming your made up works
just trying to influence your friends
that your not that kind of girl
You see me as an interloper
just jealous of your success
Little Darlin' I don't care for you
except for exposing your lying cheating ass
Stop garnering your self esteem
upon backs that are already broke
Stop making people believe
you suffered what you supposedly wrote
Honestly! If you are impressed
and feel heart whole, then simply,
Say thank you, I feel what you wrote
I feel you wrote it for me


Just don't steal their words
and let everyone think
You're a master poet/ess
All you need to do
is
link...

I have been working across a number of sites, helping people find their lost or stolen poetry, exposing those that claim adulation unwarranted, it's time consuming, thankless and I've made a lot of enemies but 99% of the time, when presented with evidence, a plagiarist will crawl back beneath their rock... sometimes they apologise! No matter how sorry they are, I'll never give up the fight :)
Helen
Helen
1 day ago

Our vows made
in front of our Son
the creation of our love
You're Still the One

Our path was broken
but we helped each other on
many tears floated us
You're Still the One

Many angry words, never a lonely night
Forces that would bring us undone
Soft apologies, kisses in the breeze
You're Still the One

One ear to the haters, the other over my heart
beating in rhythm to walking a path begun
Keeper of my heart, the missing part of my soul
You're Still the One

A house, a family, responsibilities
No resentment for what we have become
No doubts, thrown out, with others aspersions
You're Still the One

Two souls stitched together, not so haphazardly
Two hearts that match a frantic beat of the same drum
Two lives woven together intrinsically
You're still the One

On this day, my 20th Wedding Anniversary.
I Love Him!
He is the reason I wake up each day. He is the reason I go to sleep with a smile on my lips each night. He is my reason.

Inspiration from Shania Twain

Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothing better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missing

They said, "I bet they'll never make it."
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

You're still the one

(you're still the one)
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
(you're still the one)
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night

I'm so glad we made it
Look how far we've come, my baby
  Reposted by Helen  ·  4 days ago
PrttyBrd
PrttyBrd
4 days ago

I live in a heart that is not broken
But is always breaking

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#love   #short   #life   #heart   #haiku   #one   #disappointment   #senryu   #stroke  
  Reposted by Helen  ·  4 days ago
wolf spirit aka quinfinn

there used to be a joke when i was
a very young man
i think it may have even been a rugby song
"if i were the marrying kind,
which , thank the lord, i'm not sir........"
and it went on and on for several verses about
how grand it was to remain single
well.......
allow me to interject some logic
into this equation....

.......

first of all, you were born to woman
of woman, raised by woman
and therefore you hold no
"male mystique"
from the day you were born
a woman wiped your ass
had you piss in her face
cleaned your cock and balls
and knew exactly what
you were thinking
she fed you, nurtured you,
took care of you when you were sick,
or had a booboo, or cried over your first crush
and you think women know nothing about how you think or feel?
pardon my ghetto , but,
niggah, please!
when it all comes down to eights and aces
your ass is theirs
from day one..
you can't fool them
you can't beat them
and you damn sure ain't smarter
the only man who even comes close
to knowing how a woman feels,
or thinks, or acts..
is the doting, loving father of
a girl he raised from birth.
and if i were the marrying kind,
which, thank the maker i am, sir
i would want her to have all the qualities
of my own beloved mother.

please forgive the ghetto slang
it was only to make a point.
no disrespect intended to any one
Helen
Helen
4 days ago

If you find yourself just drifting
the anchor you seek is at your door
It's the one who stands holding it open
as you lay dying upon the floor
If you seek answers to the questions
that keep you wondering instead
Seek the one who offered their chest
for a place to lay down your head
If you find your mental telepathy
clouded by a million different voices
The one that speaks without moving lips
Is the one you need to rejoice in
For their communication is spoken
from eyes that have stripped a soul bare
and their touch remains unbroken
fingertips upon skin is not solitaire
Note to Self, not a whole
not just a half, not even a tiny part
Broken into a million pieces
A small part of another Heart

I think... this is the last piece of me that I may share for a while... the words come more slowly these days, and, I think, I may need to share them more with a face much more familiar to me :)

Love
Helen
Helen
Helen
4 days ago

I try to fit inside my skin
as best as humanly possible
I try to adapt and blend in to
an environment that is inhospitable
I won’t think the same thoughts as you
so I lock myself out as different
I’ll always strive for what is true
and make that my own commitment
I can’t change the essence of what I am
That will not change one small iota
I won’t lie down like a slaughtered lamb
I am acclimatized to my persona

21/11/2013

Helen
Helen
4 days ago

So quick to flare
A struggle to hold
A battle to contain
Monumental to behold
With just the spark
Of a single word
To a raging inferno
It burns, undeterred
The tinder of hurt
Feeds the hungry flame
It burns out of control
With no sense of shame
It shrieks with a fury
Of unspoken pain
It flays at the flesh
With little disdain
The black pit it leaves
Once burnt its course
Leaves a deep well
For the tears of remorse
To pool in the dark
Then in a lightening flash
The emotion of Anger
Is turned to ash

20/04/2010

 
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