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 ;)
  Reposted by Helen  ·  1 day ago
PrttyBrd
PrttyBrd
1 day 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  ·  1 day 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
1 day 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
1 day 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
1 day 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

Helen
Helen
1 day ago

Killing Me Softly repeating in my head
thankfully it is now the only sound
I’m so sure that was what you were humming
as you crushed me into the ground

So now that I am so small and broken
I don’t know where to start
Perhaps as just a small token
You can start with my shattered heart

There is only just a fraction left
If you want to tear that apart
If you truly want to leave me bereft
That is where you should start

Why leave any small piece of me
That should ever feel such pain
For I feel any piece of me, you see
Should ever be left to stay sane

You have broken just about every bone
In a body that no longer has a care
You’ve taken your revenge against
blank eye,s that can only now just stare

As you break apart what is left
and try to revive a wasted life
As I curl into an even tighter ball
I’ll pretend I don't see the knife

I’ll ride the pain to continue to cling
to the only part of me that remains whole
The very small part of me you tried to own
But you will never have my soul.

It’s mine to take wherever I go
No matter how much of me you have broken
It’ll let you rip out my heart
as just a small token

27/06/2010

some more old 'lost' stuff :)
Helen
Helen
3 days 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 :)
 
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