Category Archives: Poetry

The parent category for poetry that fits the overall theme.

Wisdom

This brave new world The apple promised so much Lush life Verdant knowledge Man into a god Bulbs break Civilisations fall And apples rot Down to the core What was all This wisdom for? (c) Helen Valentina 2016

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Precious Things

These precious things I hardly thought of in my brittle youth I was alive and free and not diverted By the needs of others or the truth The greater weave of history and sacrifice so far away From my comfortable, … Continue reading

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Readiness

Readiness is all Perfect morning Warriors know the scent and weave of the wind the complete architecture of light and the true beauty of swift sureness Readiness is all (c) Helen Valentina 2016

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Shining

Keep these little lights shining One by one they strive to blacken everything Sheltered precious glow as sweet community Let them never know what can never be Keep these little lights shining endlessly (c) Helen Valentina 2016

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Rosy

My childhood memories are so rosy now just simple things, a makeshift swing and puzzles made of rocks and string I give to each this special glow a secret smile, my childish style to make my friends remain awhile But … Continue reading

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Nature’s Veil

Nature’s veil is elusive She is a sprite peeping out for mere seconds Till you see her and then she is gone A memory you cannot be certain is real And an essence too pure to dispute Above earth our … Continue reading

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Dusty Path

All roads lead to that dusty path Sleeping deep below Or fed as ashes to the bitter wind Swept up or buried All the little dreams Dissolve in the cruel Implacability of time The earth heaves its weary skin Revolutions … Continue reading

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(Micropoetry) Awaken

Do you awaken to this call? Spread red gold wings Shake off your history and rise for the dawn of this brave new aeon? (C) Helen Valentina 2016

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Narrow

These streets are as thin as an old man’s arteries and so they should be in this narrow, narrow town where secrets hide in shadows blessed by sunlight falling on buildings so close, so close All is hidden here, it … Continue reading

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The Enemy

The enemy arises from withered pages So long ago silent, stealthy warfare brought a new world of antipathy Stirred within the ego’s walls Here where poisoned raindrops fall on cobblestones of pedantry that none could ever see He wears a … Continue reading

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