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Helen Nov 2013
If I could just take it
and roll it into a little ball
and punt it in it's nether regions
I think I could actually find
something to like about the season

I don't want to see the big fat *******
all in Red, touching, smiling at my kids
I don't want to hear Christmas Carols
that never, ever, seem to leave my head

If the Christmas fairy
doesn't stay out of my sherry
I'm going to choke the *****
with the Christmas lights wires!

It's bad enough that she
puked all over the tree
Her decorating skills
leave a lot to be desired.

Why?
Why?
So much torture!
Misery is just buried
underneath a pile of
brightly coloured tinsel

Happiness seems to be manufactured
straight out of the world
of HALLMARK...
Instant joy!
It almost seems so simple!

All the baking, sweating, storing of food
in Tupperware that have mysteriously lost their lids

All the cheap items I lost on EBAY
to last minute sneaky bids

But for one tiny smile, from a child...

**I do it for my kids
But when they grow up... I am completely erasing the C word from my vocabulary!
Dec 19, 2010
2013~ still doing it for my kids ;)
Helen Nov 2013
Big Mistake* can even barely describe how I let you goad me into coming back to your hovel and how you had to clear a path to your bedroom door all the while giving me such a goofy grin. Unfortunately (for me) your flat mate was passed out naked on the sofa with an empty long neck between their legs, snoring a sonata that would have made Frank Sinatra proud, I don't know how to describe the incredible feelings of vile that I experienced. Where do I begin?

I was so pleased to see the mattress on the floor in the corner of your bedroom that I just literally wet myself (don't mistake that for desire) and as you gently lowered me to the floor (honestly, who lives without bed frames) and I felt something crawl across my foot I fervently wished that we were higher. The drugs I took in the club are starting to wear off and I'm even more exacting sober (I wish I hadn't tucked into my handbag an extra pair of ******* and packed some antibacterial wash to take away what would be left over)

"Wait" I cried as your arms seemed to grow 3 extra hands and you tried so hard to get me even more naked than the day I was born. "Protection? Do you have it" and as you looked at me like I was an alien and an extra head I had just spawned, you went out the door on a prophylactic journey that I was sure (looking at your house mate) would last almost till the dawn.

I took the time to glance though your extensive collection of ******* that you didn't seem to feel that you needed to hide and took a chance of learning a thing or two, that you may like, and stacked them in a neat pile to the side. The sheets that floated on your love bed were just a little to crusty for my taste. I don't really want to lay on top of every other lover that you've had in the last year and quickly removed them with some haste (the mattress underneath was another matter) by then I'm starting to think that we should move to the couch and invite naked Mr Longneck to the party just so I don't have to lay down on something so crusty that at the slightest touch would probably shatter.

sigh I'm here now I say to myself 'Take a bow, you've certainly outdone yourself by raising the stakes so high that even a snake crawling on their belly couldn't miss' so I try to make the most of it and remove my shirt (leaving the bra... it's an imagination thing) and try to arrange myself seductively on my coat I laid on the mattress and await for the first heated kiss

You loom in the doorway with a smile that promises that the hunt was a success and lope towards me with a gait of a predator that is ready to eat a succulent meal that your not prepared to undress. One hand reaches out to skim the lace of my bra as your eyes scoot toward the organized pile of magazines in the corner and you spy Miss July on top from afar and in an instant in between a muted groan and a world that is rocked and only occupied by you alone, with just a ***** and one peep I'm left gobsmacked and your fast asleep!

Yes, I left a phone number,
No, it wasn't mine.
Please by all means, use it but try not to tie up LifeLine!
Jan 22
Helen Nov 2013
There it was just sitting
in the middle of the street
all black and white
waiting
for traveling feet

Herds of milling bipeds
traversed across it
as it stretched across
a sweltering pit of tar

While masses of
Auto.. mo.. biles
broke it’s back
wait
I think...
they call them...
Cars?

I just stood back

Watching

Waiting

Wondering


just contemplating

But still…
I was at a complete loss

I keep a vigil at the curb
waiting
for the zebra to come
and wondering…

*how do they know where to cross?
Helen Nov 2013
Edged in the black silk of night
that wraps about our taut and supple limbs
arising from the fortifying waters
where a parched and weathered soul swims
the journey of remembrance is the distance between us
along a road that ends where it begins

Where shadowed sentries rise up and try
to assassinate from fields in the blind
while weathered torches bathe a landscape
in rivers of crimson
that seep up from behind
as we lay entwined
together in the dips and hollows
that create a bed of hope inside our mind

Pray the wings that carry a heart
land softly upon unbroken and even ground
whilst giving thanks to Heaven and Hell
for the shattering pleasure
to which we became bound
so that the ashes of the fires we built
but are now banked
drift silently to earth
on a whisper with no sound
Helen Nov 2013
I’ve turned the other cheek
To endure the slap in the face
I’ve been there and done that
Some things time can not erase
Walk a mile in my shoes
Ha! You would never endure
Maybe stop to smell the roses
But nothing will remain pure
This old dog knows new tricks
So throw me a freakin’ bone
Jesus came? Good for him!
But I still walk alone
I’ll take off my rose colored glasses
Before my drinks are mixed
I don't think that I am broken
Why should I bother to be fixed
I have licked my wounds
I can now live and let live
But what makes me forget
Is why I should forgive
I’ve paid my dues
I’ve made the bed
I now lay upon
I have now come
To the end of the line
But I think this
Is my swan song
I’ll bury my head in the sand
Ignorance is such bliss
You can give with one hand
And take with the other

*But You Can’t Touch This!
Helen Nov 2013
visited upon the Son
that treads
another path
are
*None
Helen Nov 2013
Graceful in the face of defeat
Stoic in the face of pain
Unashamed in the face of Pride
An umbrella against the pounding rain

A willow tree bending, unrelenting
bowing in the face of rage
A feather floating in the breeze
to softly touch the face of age

Her touch can soothe battle fever
Her look can hold back the tide
Her voice can sing in triumph or
softly hum as she attempts to hide

She sits alone on a hill of clover
and finds four leaves with every glance
She sits at the bottom until it is over
and takes odds against every chance

Her babies are the reason she breathes
Her man is the reason she would die
For her there is no in between
Without either she has no reason to try
dedicated to Sally A Bayan
"I am Woman, hear me roar, in numbers too big to ignore, and I know too much to go back and pretend" ~ Helen Reedy 1972
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