It's all so very lovely,
the pieces of you
strewn out
so vivid & real.
It can make your
raw-emotions start,
steal a heart,
sometimes
even break it.

Each word you use,
each stanza you write,
so beautifully contrived,
it stimulates,
tantalizes,
takes you
to another place,
sacred & unearthly.

One can visualize
the sweet look
on your pretty face,
your intriguing-eyes,
the succulence
of your wonderful-thighs,
then realize
the fantasy of it all,
it's only space
& all unreal, but
not the crying.

I have a full life,
fuller than most,
I toast Heaven and hell,
wondering which is best,
and I know.

We are kings and queens,
the children of the universe,
sacred,  so much more
than human recepticles
or fleshly implements.

If we could only see
beyond the curtain of uncertainty
then we would surely be
omnipotent.

I was honeysuckle & roses,
the butterflies in your stomach,
the quaking in your knees,
the gentle breeze & sunshine
on your pretty face.

I took you to magical places,
made you laugh,
your heart skip beats,
took you off your feet.

Your favorite dessert
was in my fingers,
I wrote you prose,
lot's of it,
never realizing until
it was too late.

But, you always and will,
bring out the best in me.

Printed a couple of poems
onto crisp white pages
My daughter coloured pictures
around words that took ages
Hole punched the left hand side
with Pink wool it is tied

Written and illustrated
by Helen and Chelsea

It's my greatest achievement to date
(beside my daughter, you see)

I walked in a sea of zombies,
circled a million roundabouts,
wandered
the streets in the reverse.
Nobody noticed me
with my two-week stubble,
my body odor emanated
as I cruised through the rubble,
waiting for twilight.

Dried baby llamas grimaced
while children played jacks
& men sold coca,
green bag mountains of it
stacked high like the cordillera
with chicken bones
lying around,
configured
in all directions,
it smelt magical.

And when
the sun finally fell,
I witnessed
the poverty stricken elite,
totally lost on their own
two feet.
I wanted to relate,
to feel human,
so I joined the winos
on a dark unknown corner,
sniffed the cool air
& could finally relate
to a time in space.

She electrified me
on the beach that day.
An aura hung around her
near the keg,
where she sparkled,
was the consummate hostess,
impressed me with her cute smile.

Of course the French-cut suit,
voluptuous curves,
dimpled cheeks,
& shapely legs
had nothing to do
with my immediate attraction.
It was her mind
that did it.

I overheard her talking about
artificial languages
and algorithms.
It seemed like
she really knew what
the hell she was talking about.
Oh, she wore a Stanford
baseball cap, too.

What a hot babe,
that's my kind of girl.
She drinks beer,
is a great hostess &
way smarter than me.