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Helen Jun 2013
colour me Pink
blushes of Rose
I think
the colour Blue
looks nasty on you
and Green clashes
with your eyes
and just makes you look
Feral
Red bleeds from nails
that like to imbed
while they score
tracks down your back
but um
I'm not Sheryl...
So please refrain
from another's name
while so deep inside me
you can't hide from me
and I won't need to find
another reason why
you are a stranger
preying on anger
Share the blame
and I'll be glad
to change
my name...
Helen Jun 2013
so much that separates us
from beginning to end
We woke in the morning
several hours apart
There was no kiss
Good Morning
no day to start

Voices over the phone
pretend they hold hands
only hanging up your voice
could my breath expand

Dinner over the table
is an empty treat
clashing gazes meet
Laying down,
so close to you
beneath the sheets
we are separated
by inches,
and close the gap
for heat

Days are lived by ourselves
Nights we become someone else

As I lay me down to sleep
I hope you wake
and my soul you claim
with lips that ask
my heart to keep

Nothing comes between us
beneath the sheets
it can be so easy to close a small gap...
Helen May 2013
because I have this view...

7 days ago I stopped in
and was greeted by a grin
7 days later I was sad
because I had been gone
so long
tonight
I'm wanting
to just sing you a song

Words became my solace
and your name became a face
I wept with an emptiness
that real life could not replace


at some point in the universe
I came back to a time in space
that ever rocked my emotionality
and gave me a listening place

I can't touch you with my fingertips
but I can hear you with broken ears
I'll cry your every emotion
and shiver with your every fear

I'm never going to miss you
because you resonate in a heartbeat
I'm never going to miss you
even though we may never meet

I'm never going to miss you
no matter what we all heard
in this time of empty space
I listened to every word

I'm never going to miss you
because you'll never be gone
you are my song
I don't feel so alone anymore
because you are never gone
*for long
because the ones that I remember, I will never forget... I'm never going to miss them... ;-) because they are not gone...
Helen May 2013
It is so different for everyone...

Some wake up to breakfast in bed and others make breakfast for all.

Some get expensive gifts from their husbands and some open $5 presents that were lovingly chosen from a school Mothers Day stall.

Some mourn for a Mum who is no longer here
but honor her anyway with a thought and a tear.

Others wonder where their mothers are,
do they care about their children or
did she wake this morning knowing they are not far...
just so far away...

All that woke today
know they had a Mother
in some way
It's nice to know,
somewhere* in the world
someone whispered

*Happy Mothers Day
Helen Apr 2013
I gave 5 dollars to the homeless man
that stepped into my path yesterday
and wouldn’t move out off my way
thinking that I would not see
as he shuffled off with his fortune
I watched as he purchased a bottle
of ginger ale
and mixed it with whiskey

and I sighed, thinking
I can’t control his destiny

Unlike the lighthouse keeper
who holds the bright light
in his hands
and one day just gives up
turns off the light
and descends the stairs
to quietly close and lock the door

Through such selfish actions
*I am the shipwreck
smashed against the rocks
to be the driftwood
that now litters the shore
Helen Apr 2013
The days grew old, the nights grew cold
The body grew so weary
The guns played their own sweet song
The silence became eerie

There was no rest upon hardened ground
We marched on through the rain and heat
We slept awake to look around
We never let ourselves be beat

The hunger we felt deep inside
was not always from our rationed food
Our thoughts stretched across an ocean wide
to Home
away from this ****** feud

But I am no longer cold,
I do not feel the fear
No more hard ground
where I need lay
I am warm and dry
and content here
I am just sorry I could not stay

I wish I could have seen our children grow
Into fine young women and men
I would want to tell them,
let them know
I hated to fight,
but I went to War for them

I see you weep because I am gone
I am sorry I did not say goodbye
I know my life helped the world move on
But none of us here wanted to die
Lest We Forget
© 2010
Helen Apr 2013
Escapism is a favored pastime
Only rhythm  can force a rhyme
Seven sets of open packets breathe
One green bottle is proud to lead

An empty glass has closed its vision
in anticipation of a real decision
Laughter ran into a closed and locked door
It made me smile as it fell to the floor

Hark the warnings of yesteryear
whispered from dead lips into a closed ear
When last time was a face, not a place
and all good dreams were laid to waste

Step gently onto the astral plane
when there is nothing left to gain
So many bitter pills can change the past
Coming second is like coming last

I give you my breath to light the fire
and sink into a long ago desire
With tools to unravel the bonds of Love
its easy enough to dispose of
an oldie :-)
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