Helen: Favorites

Nov 2014 Helen

Raj Arumugam

1
I see you, ya
I may be finger-punching
my smart phone at the dining table -
but darling, I see you, yeah
We’re seated at the table
you say something
but you think I’m listening to
Taylor Swift on Youtube
True - but hey,
I see ya, I hear you
I hear both of you
I multiply, I multi-task you see

2
I’m walking along the shops
I’m pushing the pram
with my baby inside
and I’m updating status
on the phone too
and getting that download –
but hey, stranger round the corner
I see you, ya, don't ya worry; yeah I see
my baby and I see you
stranger round the corner –
but hey, watch where your going

3
hey - I see you guys, I see you
no doubt all day I sit
in my couch tapping away
on my new supersize phone
but I’m smart hey – I see you guys
I see you my darling at the kitchen –
get me another coffee, will ya
And I see the kids glued to their sets
and little Toby our kitten
curled at my feet – why, thank you
for the coffee;
darling, can you
put a few cans of beer in the fridge –
see? I see ya, yeah…I see you all

and with this, I take leave of you my friends at HP for a while...till mid-January 2015 or so...hey, but I see you!

#technology #smartphones

Oct 2014 Helen

Mindfucking myself

Oct 2014 Helen

JM

Mindfucking myself

I tasted her mind,
after drinking her juices.
Delicious poisons.

Oct 2014 Helen

Reverie

Oct 2014 Helen

PrttyBrd

Reverie

I hate
          when dreams
                    feel like memories
                              you never had

10w
102814

Oct 2014 Helen

The Old Man and The TV

Oct 2014 Helen

Roger Turner - Poet

The Old Man and The TV

The old man sat in the darkness
Taking in what he could see
He smiled, although slyly
And he leaned in close to me

He said the air is different
You can taste it here abouts
Listen close to what's around you
The air is different...there's no doubt

I didn't understand him
He spoke in concepts, not in words
He talked of feeling the emotions
Of people running 'round in herds

He said, I've been here sixty years now
Seen people come and people go
I used to be the barkeep
But, then that's something that you know

I've seen Elvis and The Beatles
Seen Presidents and Kings
I've seen hearts torn all asunder
And the pain that a war brings

I saw Kennedy on that TV
That, one behind your head
I watched him drive on straight through Dallas
And moments later he was dead

This place was just dead silent
On the day that that man died
And hand to god I'll tell you
I was all torn up inside

I saw soldiers in that Vietnam
Fighting for what? I don't know
I saw them on that TV there
I watched them lining up to go

I saw them having rally's
Taunting those who had the guns
I saw them bringing back the caskets
Of the now dead, teenage sons

That TV showed me lots of stuff
It never strayed far from the news
It always shows the Tigers game
I turn it up to hear the boos

I saw King and Bobby on that set
Taken way to young
God, it would have been a different world
To see what things they might have brung

I sat back and I listened
The old man, went on a while
He waved ******* skyward
And said, two more beers ...with his smile

My life has been a good one
I've been alone, except for here
I watch the outside on that set
It was then, we got our beer

I remember back when Elvis died
He was the best back in the day
But, me I liked Sinatra
Dean Martin, Bob and Ray

There was folks in here all crying
singing songs, and holding hands
on various occassions
from Lennons death, to Bobby Sands

I never really took part
In the lives of those who came
To spend their time here with me
I only knew a few by name

My job was just to serve them
Not to be their new best friend
I guess that's why I sit here still
Watching, waiting for the end

That set has shown me good and bad
That one, behind your head
It hasn't worked for fifteen years
We got a new one in instead

It's there as a reminder
more to me, than those still here
That life is for the living
And I'm alive while I am here

He rose and turned back to me
Said, it's time for us to close
I'll be back again tomorrow
To watch more highs and maybe lows

I watched the old man shuffle
To his room, and to his bed
Past the TV he saw life on
On the wall behind my head.

#remember #america #bar #king #history #tv #lennon #kennedy

Oct 2014 Helen

ANGST

Oct 2014 Helen

Sally A Bayan

ANGST

She is all set for her walk under the sun, there, in her own private spot, where she is free to
ponder on the past and the coming days....but, this morning, rain pours steadily, in fine drops...
thin drops falling obliquely, like bits and pieces of torn pages...stubborn, insistent, bouncing
back to the present...

...torn pages of pleasant days and summer fun, many nights of summer moons...when on one
warm evening, she stood by the window, and gazed at a distant blue star, glittering, hanging from a dark sky...
it easily came back to her, how the sun and wind touched her young, carefree heart...and sweet moments of spring bloomed, and throbbed upon her...and those precious moments had taken life and space...
and she seemed to have soared in a balloon....lost...
confused...floating above and below....in endless lonely hours...

The lined mirror on the wall gives an image of two...she turns to the right, to see her side view,
towards the left, she sees the same...knows there's no one to blame.
with hands on waist, she stares at the swelling...she puts her hands underneath, then her two hands connect, like a cradle...as if to lighten the weight, the heavy feeling...

In her mind dwells tons of worries, fears...growing uncertainties on upcoming responsibilities...thinking of lost summer days...regretting...asking herself unfinished questions:
"what? when? after summer? until when? what if ? will he? will we?

there goes a light kick...her anxiety triggers a stir...

If only she could turn back the hands of time...bring about a long series of counter-clockwise spins and whirls... fight the waves back, right the
wrong decisions made, without hurting....but, she is not SUPERMAN, she has no powers, just prudent choices, soaring high, inside her confused mind, dictated by a strong force deep inside.. '

Like the lined mirror, she is divided in two...she knows the answers to her questions, yet, she rebels, disputing the truth that lies before her...still in denial...a part of her refuses to accept...
"Should i consider, or forget that one choice left?" she sighs, then cradles her rounded tummy, gives it a few gentle pats...the way one comforts and reassures a confused soul...

Suddenly, some movements again, from within...a reaction to the warm touch...

Tomorrow, when the sun comes out, she would walk and explore the promise of new beginnings every sunrise brings...she gets bigger...more sluggish now...not so eager to face each new day...
slowly emerging above her fears...

Her birthday nears, but
before it comes, her tummy would be small again...
and then, she won't be on her own
and then, things would never be the same again...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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#fear #confused #angst