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

one day

it was decided

we should end

one day

was all it took

to say goodbye

to my only friend

one day

I hope we see

beyond the pain

the laughter

and the capers

one day

I hope

you pause

to reflect

and want to sign

the divorce papers

one day

Helen
Helen
20 hours ago      16 hours ago

forever bound by
mutual Love
inextricably wounded
by mutual pain

Helen
Helen
20 hours ago

We don't always get what we want
we very rarely get what we deserve
most often time, we stand in line
turning a corner to find a curve
Standing alone, at the end of the line
We fail to see beyond the bend
We shuffle along in our own blindness
until the light deblinds us, and then,
We see where we are headed
instantly taking a thousand steps back
except we must accept and find we're on
an express elevator to the beyond
and it's an expressly one way track

  Reposted by Helen  ·  4 days ago
Bazookio

I have a friend
close to the end
he talks fantastically about all of the places he has been

His body tired
save for those eyes
which burn brighter than sun tracing an arch across the skies

He says 'Of all the things I know
of all the things I’ve learned...
anywhere you go
the good things must be earned.'

Safe and sound
both feet on the ground
he seems impervious to all the rubbish going on around

and when he speaks
though often brief
you hear a man who knows the meaning of true happiness and grief

"How is it I work each day
when aching bones demand respite?
What makes me sit composing verse,
when others sleep into the night?"
(From 'The Worms that drive you')


His one life goal
just to share
the words that cause the sleepless nights, the ones that rattle round upstairs

And oh my soul
was bought to bare
by the words which where exactly what I didn’t want to hear...

"Have you wondered how tomorrow looks,
when you've lied about today?
Have you squandered opportunities
when you've refused to play?
Have you sought the possibilities?
or broken through the ruse?
Have you shed your limitations?
tried to fill some bigger shoes?
Does it all really matter…
that your world is locked within,
That the things which hold you back
are simply things you revel in?
That your greatest limitations
are the ones you self impose?
and the key which locks the door
is locked outside the door you close?"
(From 'Limitations')

"To loose the joy of purpose is
to loose the will to try
and when the spirit of endeavour's gone
the soul begins to die"
(Title unknown)

"Then the sun comes up with a glorious show
And the nuclear dust in the air is aglow
The rich and the famous are dead in their beds
and the crabs and the cockroaches nibble their heads"
(Title unknown)


I have a friend
when shuffling with the crowds
as everyone looks down he holds his head up in the clouds

And though dismayed
the time had gone so soon
as he walks amidst the chaos he hums a gentle tune…

"Who am I and what am I
and what have I to show?
And should I be concerned
that very few may care to know?"
(From 'Soliloquy')

"To look upon my megre works
as worthwhile in the scheme of things,
[Is] to nurture somewhere in the soul
the song which satisfaction sings"

"The hourglass
[will] reach the time
when all life’s frantic urgencies evaporate like wine"
(from '8')


though memories fade
words grow like seeds
taking root within the hearts and minds of anyone who heeds

"[I’ve] seen troubled waters pass me by
from torrent flow to pebble dry
From softly spoken words of love
where teardrops fall to pools of blood

So verily I say to you,
take heed my friend or feel the pain,
From one who knows the way of things
from one who sorts the chaff from grain
(From 'Rule of Chance')

Go outside and look around
the simple things in life abound
The wonder of the detail small
enthrals the mind and makes it all

It’s all before you spread about!
you make the choice YOU WORK IT OUT!
It’s all a state of mind you see
and it’s the simple things that set you free"
(From 'The Simple Things in Life')

This here is a wee ‘Ode to Marshall Gebbie’, Prolific Ninja Wordsmith; Family member; and friend.
Italicised words indicate select sections of larger poems written by Marshall, which have had a particular impact on me in some form or another. They have been surgically removed and grafted amidst a few of my own meanderings.

Listen to the tune here if you like:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UdWZdy4wdxk

or read more of  what rattles round in Marshall's head here:
http://hellopoetry.com/marshal-gebbie/
Helen
Helen
5 days ago

it's not the colour of your wool
or your preference for the dark
it's not how you stand on the edge
even in the middle, you stand apart
it's not how you draw the wolves notice
as dark as night in the middle of the day
it's not even how you simply refuse
to just want to come and play
Little Black Sheep
your genetics are one of us
Little Black Sheep
your dissimilarity is a plus
Little Black Sheep
do you wonder why
the rest of us
are White?
Little Black Sheep
you are not a loner
You're a protector
against the night

Helen
Helen
6 days ago

I don't care where you've been
what your colour is
or where you came from!
Your religion?
not something
we would disown of!
All we know
is that you'd know
because you've been able
to live some,
If you live a life of peace,
in our country,
You're Australian!

I don't know for a fact you will all make it out alive but I do know for a fact we will do everything possible to make it true...
Helen
Helen
Dec 12

the crystal chandeliers
light up the paintings
on your wall
(1)

but have you ever stood back
to study them at all?

you position them
with loving care
with emotions
that you lack

do you look upon my paintings
and wish you could take back...

the broken heart? the messed up mind?
do you wish you weren't lost
in the midnight forest?
can you smell the gentle fragrance
of the flower I painted
that recently just blossomed?

I'm proud your proud
under the perfect light,
your eyes glisten
under crystal chandeliers
my art speaks aloud
I wish you would look less
and just listen

(1) Crystal Chandeliers by Charley Pride
I understand the song is about him not being good enough for her and the words fit perfectly into my world right now... and morphed into a side of my life that haunts me...
 
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