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
1 day ago

I didn’t live long
Or so it seemed
I laughed, I cried
I hoped, I dreamed
At Kensington Palace
I had tea with the Queen
And over in Scotland
Nessie and I made a scene
I flew over wild plains
On my way to Timbuktu
I took on Niagara Falls
In a canoe
I played with the bulls
In my time in Spain
And while in Africa
I saw the rain
In San Francisco
I roller bladed the slopes
To the Golden Gate Bridge
Where I swung on the ropes
I built a snowman
That was Himalayan
I slept under the stars
Amongst ruins that were Mayan
In New York to the lovely lady
I sent a smile and a wink
In Rome at the Vatican
It made me think
That while in Ireland
Oh the beauty I found
I never really felt
My feet touch the ground
I never left my hometown
Or so it seems
But I did live it all
In my dreams

05/03/2010

just adding some of my older 'lost' stuff :)
Helen
Helen
2 days ago

because honestly?
the way you've been sitting
staring at me all day
is making me antsy
I got dressed up
to go out somewhere fancy
but you threw up
upon your shoes
and your tie became too tight
until you turned blue
so I stripped naked
as I walked to the bathroom
you kicked off your shoes
so I assume...
We're not going out tonight?
Well alright
I'm down with turning the lights
down low, you're already wasted
so we'll go slow
Led Zeppelin Kashmir
is our background
we'll kick back until dawn
brings new beginnings
in the mean time
as is our domestic habit
you bring the incandescence
and I'll be your Rabbit

sitting on my back verandah, on my laptop, there is a frog in the garden driving me crazy... totally unrelated? Yep ;)
Helen
Helen
3 days ago

Breathe in, Breathe out
one, two, three
When I die
I leave nothing

you see?

I leave no words spoken
just written in time
They won't weather
on parchment
They will just disintegrate
as pixels exploding
All new stars appearing
will someday day be mine

And the pictures I painted
will be painted over again
One day when they are remembered
they maybe scraped back
I'll be remembered then

When I die,
I'll take nothing with me
I'll take no conscious thought
or fundamental memory

I'll take no decisions
that affect my past
I'll take no hatred
because at the last

All I have written
all I have painted
all that I wished
in innocence
would be tainted

When I die
it will just be me
my couple of regrets
and a million subconscious
memories

Good morning, Good evening and Good Night :)
Helen
Helen
6 days ago

all I can do is read it in my email
as the Poem of the Day
I can't appreciate your backstory
because, I'd say,
That one day you had a meltdown
and banished me
to the nether realms
where I languish as just a name
on your banned list
never to be revisited
but that's okay
don't feel bad that others
might appreciate your history
because we live it
at your misery.

Congratulations on your Poem of the Day, sorry I couldn't tell you in person... I bet you can't even remember why I was banned ;)
Helen
Helen
7 days ago

you don't fool all!

you might hide behind
a glass of mesquite
but most people (beings)
read beneath your depth

that may be as shallow as a puddle

but don't we all muddle
through the rain?
and see our feet get wet?

However!?

There are roads that most won't
purposely walk at night
because on such desolate paths
things are wont to cause fright

However

Our Gonzo sits in the middle
of the path
a drink in one hand
and in the other?
Part of an old soul escaped
just looking for the other half
telling jokes about himself
that make others laugh
and he sips their happiness
from a half empty glass

Gonzo is just a paperweight
that sits heavily on a boney frame
John Patrick Robbins is an amazing writer, flesh and blood
A lover, a fighter
that leaves little rays of sunshine
on the path to Insane

and he deserves all the love and respect that we just want to drown him in :)
#boobies
Helen
Helen
Nov 13

they were nobody to me

You are everything


I see

 
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