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
7 hours ago

after stabbing you repeatedly
I tossed you out into my front yard
along side all the rest of the other
lying cheating bastards!

Won best decorated house for Halloween...

  Reposted by Helen  ·  3 days ago
PrttyBrd
PrttyBrd
3 days ago

I hate
          when dreams
                    feel like memories
                              you never had

10w
Helen
Helen
3 days ago

Stupid words!
They claw
at my insides
They completely
fog my brain
Stupid words!
they spill my secrets
when, inside
they should have
remained
Stupid words!
they have no thought
besides becoming
known
Stupid words!
that clog my throat
inside an empty world,
they are sown
Stupid words!
I hate you!
Even as I leave them
drip dying in the breeze
Stupid words!
I love you!
Even though
No one
Believes

Helen
Helen
7 days ago

I don't have your body
I don't have your mind
I dont have your perfect life
I take what I can find
I don't have your hope
I don't have your dreams
I may look like a dope
but for the differences, it seems
I  don't have your joy
I don't have your money
I don't have your prefect family
but, isn't it funny?
I don't dress like you
I don't laugh at the same things
I dont care for appearances
or the adulation it brings
But in between those differences
we are more alike than we try
We both lay down at night
with an audible sigh
We say our prayers
to our own chosen Deity
then most often,
we cry
we are not so different
You and I
you see?

Helen
Helen
Oct 23

I have very little time for me
5.30am I wake, so I can read
6am I'm waking school children
6.30am I'm making lunches
and waking them again
7am I'm ready and waking them again
in between, I try to read...
3pm, after work, I've picked them up,
home again, I have no luck
I'm reading homework, doing washing,
cooking dinner while they sit watching
asking questions, demanding my time
showing me answers, I can't say Nien!
at the time they are ready for quiet
I'm deep into my own bottle of Claret!
I've exhausted topics from
Logistics to get to the Fete,
and simple dress changes
that relate, if acceptable for camp?
and can my girlfriend stay
just for a night?
Mum! Look at me dance?
Have I got it tight?

I'm tapping away trying express
my own thought
then comes a little voice
that breaks down my fort...
And I realise,
I can't tap out a rhyme
the could ever compete
to the little dancing feet
that demands my attention
no less than your poem
but rest assured
as you have written it
I've read it, I just thought
you should know

excuses, excuses but... if I had 27hrs in my day, I'd still not be able to say how much I would love to be able to snatch enough time to tell you how much I love what you've written :)
Helen
Helen
Oct 20

He said
it's just like bees
that make the honey

a conversation between my husband and I, he can't understand why all us poets are not rolling in wealth... I love him so much :)
Helen
Helen
Oct 20      Oct 20

Dear World

I'm no Aphrodite
I have not the powers
of Zeus
I might be closer
to Hades
but I'm not so
obtuse
I can't handle separation
just like Persephone
or handle rejection
like Narcissus
I'm not built like that
you see?
I don't dance like Callisto
nor frolic like Nereid
I would like think
I'm not so frivolous
as that
I'm not one to look upon
a perfectly formed vista
and pronounce myself
Queen of all
but in a small voice
in the dark of night
I whisper

I'm not  Atlas  either

I'm so tired of having to hold up my world :(
 
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