Helen Raymond: Favorites

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Joe Cole

I listen to the sound of the breaking waves
Smell the salt tang in the air
I watch the graceful seagulls
Ride the thermals way up there
No sound of human voice, no strident car alarms
I sit in natures solitude enraptured by her charms
The sea reflects the sinking sun in hues of red and gold
I'll never tire of such things though I grow grey and old
The first gleam of the evening star appears in the ever growing dark
And the golden crescent of the moon begins her journey through the night
No words of mine can best describe natures perfect charm
This is peace, a perfect peace, tranquillity and calm

This was my very first attempt at writing and was written while I was sat on the rocks by the sea

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

I could write a poem about myself...

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

r

I could write a poem about myself...

I could write a poem about myself.
I could write a poem.
I could write.
I could.
I.

r ~ 4/28/14

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Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Rubble

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Ian Cairns

Rubble

I came
With no intention of
Breaking through brick walls
And fighting for our sanity
I saw
A much more civil path
One where my shirt stayed stainless
And my heart remained inside of me
*I conquered
The wall and all its might
Only then to find out
All you wanted was the rubble

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

In the lone night's shadow

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Pradip Chattopadhyay

In the lone night's shadow

Have you ever heard
how in the lone night's shadow
sings the wind in the bamboo groves
a dirge for the times long ago!

If roams the dark your eye
pause on the dancing strings
you would hear the fireflies' sigh
in flutter of pain's quiet wings!

Think it not a mere windy trick
in its blowing making eerie howls
gathered there the dead souls speak
of the times as old as the owls!

If ever in the dark you are home bound
can hear the groves mourn the long dead
their moans rising up in whistling sound
till all griefs at end of night fade!

If you happen to pass the groves by
when dewy tears sheds the moon
stop awhile to hear the souls sigh
mourning times that went too soon!

if you ever walk by bamboo groves at night.

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Blood

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Ariana Sweeney

Blood

Blood doesn't mean
Anything anymore.
I wish black and blue ink
Would drip from
Every open wound
And pool together
to create
A tangle
Of
Pain,
Pleasure,
Purpose,
And make words
That mean nothing
To anyone but myself.

#pain #ink #blood #purpose #personal #pleasure

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Picturesque Pettiness

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Ariana Sweeney

Picturesque Pettiness

Pretty people are petty.
Isolated individuals
Are either
Insane
Intellectual
or both.
We're all marred up beyond recognition.
Perfection isn't an option,
Therefore neither is peace.
We're all floating down
A swirling stream
Filled with insecurity and scrutiny
Looking for something
Anything
More.
We're coming up empty-handed
left only with rays of the sun,
Billowing trees in the teasing wind
And hands that hold nothing but
Loneliness and apathy.

We're all insane.

#people #humanity #perfection #insane #picturesque #pettiness

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Faded Promises

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

r

Faded Promises

Fade to faded photographs
You know the ones
A battlefield from long ago
Broken horses
Broken cannon
Broken men
Faded broken men.

Fade to faded photographs
You know the kind
A desert scene from long ago
Wild ponies
Feathered lances
Proud warriors
Faded broken lifeways.

Fade to faded photographs
You know the places
The ones so hard to find
Clear waters
Untamed wilderness
All God's creatures
Faded fading landscapes.

Fade to faded photographs
You know their names
Seats of power then and now
Wooden desks
Feather pens
Prideful men
Faded broken promises.

r ~ 4/27/14

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Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

An Errand

Apr 2014 Helen Raymond

Pradip Chattopadhyay

An Errand

Milk rice curd and fish
brinjal chilli and gourd
not one item I would miss
not forget one word.

Mom would say write them down
so don't you leave anything
banana butter tea bread brown
a world of goods to bring.

I run on the way muttering those stuff
curd and fish fine tea
on my head they hit me rough
jumble my memory.

The sky today is yawning blue
clouds sail like milky raft
in the wind is a drift of sweet brew
incense's misty waft!

Walk easy boy don't go so fast
aren't the birds on mystery flight
look up to see how in wind's gust
soared high in the sky the kite!

There's a crowd in charm of magic wand
a snake dancer with his wooden flute
brought bagful tricks from distant land
snakes caught from jungles remote!

On the playground is running a match
ball rolling from net to net
why not stop for some minutes' watch
keep brinjal and gourd on wait!

The field is green trees' shade alluring
dreams come in bird wings' flap
milk rice curd now a distant thing
the boy takes a nebulous nap.