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  ·  2 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 the 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 endeavor’s gone
the soul begins to die
(Title unknown)

[But] 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
3 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
3 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
6 days ago

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...
Helen
Helen
Dec 8

that's right!

I was in the middle
of a poppy field
and several butterflies
asked me a million questions
and every answer ended with
I don't know
every four seasons
ended with snow
every little brush of wings
made my heart sing
and the years flow
Each season between Winter
moved beneath my ribs
so slow
Each little insect that alighted
on my pale, perfect skin
I slighted!
I slapped in outrage,
committing an unforgivable sin
Perfect little creatures
with perfectly small frames
perfectly fine bones
that never knew shame
Perfect little feet
that sat gently on my frame
I slapped them all down
one by one
thinking they should take the blame

hmm, where was I?

thats right

I was perpetually drifting
in my own shame

#iwishiwasabetterperson #rottenhumanbeing
  Reposted by Helen  ·  Dec 2
PrttyBrd

I am his favorite author,
Before the book was done

12114
10w
#love   #trust   #10w   #joy   #pride   #devotion   #encouragement  
  Reposted by Helen  ·  Dec 2
Sjr1000
Sjr1000
Nov 30      Dec 2

The child of the golden light
sitting in the sunshine room
in the dark factories of
madness' tombs,
Your gentle sweet breath
creates a breeze flickering,
as one candle
lights another
in lilac scented jasmine,
Our shadows are cast on the walls.

While in your lap sits a
Clay bowl
with Icarius images etched,
whispering for you to behold,
The cup holds countless opportunities
for inspiration,
Little Tinkerbelles
you hand out freely to those
who lighten up the darkness,
for those lost in the cold
for those lost without a home
for those who swelter in the heat
of their own madness
for far too long,
for those who come alone
who are there to help as best they can.

This rare clay bowl of Tinkerbelles
Who bring magic to the cold nights of our world
the Queen of Hearts
Handed out souls to those
whose souls had been lost
with this light of hope
inspired those who
give at all costs.

The Queen of Hearts
has left the room
down the highway to a distant land
All her bowls of inspiration, courage,
compassion and hope
neatly packed
I watch your U-Haul
sail down 101
I walk back to my dark end
and notice at
my feet
one last clay bowl
of splendor
left behind,
As I pick it up
I know it's a role
I can never live up to or play
in your way.

But one spinning light
a remnant left behind
remained
encouraging me to
try with another
and one more time
perhaps I can pass this gauntlet
on
to another.

Her sweet work
will never be done,
whether here or there
but perhaps if done correctly
with a true heart,
the darkness will be vanished,
everywhere.

Farewell, farewell.
Your sweet breath remains
lights the candles
one by one
Tinkerbelles of magical inspiration
handed out freely
to each and every one
Your enlightened legacy.

For this moment
And in this time
and space
Your bowl
Your inspirations
are
Alive with grace.

 
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