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Freedom

Posted on June 12, 2016 by Helen

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Shake off all the shackles
Of your tired fretting mind
You’ve grown old
The years have passed unnoticed
And you’ve been hostage to
The trance of others’ dreams

Your prison is your creation
Even as others have
Offered dubious helping hands
All those dreams and schemes
And piteous plans
Let them go

All at once you realise
A truth that lay hidden
As a flower under fresh fallen snow
It is not required to stress and strive
Just to be alive
In the end you’ll be
What you need to be
Every human was born
To fly

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged Dreams, epiphany, expectations, fly, freedom, identity, poetry, realisation, self, soul | 4 Comments

Among the Demimonde

Posted on June 11, 2016 by Helen

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You may call us outcast
But we paint the sky
From a palette you
Cannot see, deny

Flagrant our lives appear
To such linear minds
Cruelty so sweet
In its way is kind

Absinthe touch the lips
Soul is taking flight
You won’t be the same
After this one night

We’re just fantasy
Please admit you’re fond
You’ll be welcome to
This dark demimonde

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged absinthe, creativity, darkness, decadent, demimonde, flagrant, outcasts, souls, spiitual, wildness | 3 Comments

Thursday – A Little Personal – His Revenge 0.99 Kindle Sale 6-9 to 6-13 #RRBC #ASMSG

Posted on June 9, 2016 by Helen

Don’t miss this opportunity to grab a fantastic, ultra enjoyable thriller from John Howell!

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His Revenge

In recognition of being chosen for the Book of the Month honor at Rave Reviews Book Club, I am running a sale in the US and the UK. June 9th (Thursday) through June 13 (Monday) His Revenge Kindle edition will be on sale for $0.99 in the US and £0.99 in the UK. Here are the short links should you want to grab a copy at this low price (1/2 the price of a bottle of Two Buck Chuck and ten times better for you)

US http://goo.gl/1NuXIK

UK http://goo.gl/GIsEnV

Blurb

America loves John Cannon, its newest hero, and the President wants to present him with the highest civilian medal for bravery for saving the Annapolis midshipman from a terrorist plot to destroy them. While in Washington for the award ceremony, John unwillingly becomes an accomplice in another plan by the same group to attack the credibility of the US President…

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Wisdom

Posted on June 8, 2016 by Helen

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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?

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged Apple, futility, God, knowledge, Life, man, wisdom | 3 Comments

Precious Things

Posted on June 4, 2016 by Helen

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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, ordered every day
These precious things were thoughts
Not feelings and never held
Close to a heart barely awake
And not yet born

These precious things
The blood of others and their gifts
That heal the pain that’s shared
And close the rifts
Between the many systems of belief and care
I hardly saw them there
I had television, books and such
To give me what I craved
And all too much
A surfeit of a diet glutted down
With nothing fine
And nothing good

But not these precious things
A gentle surety and care
Of something greater lingering there
Just out of sight but not so out of reach
That all the walls of indifference
Could not yet be breached
Just love, this simple thing
But greater than every fibre deep within
Could promise succour
And a place to begin
We must protect them
Hold them dear
These precious things

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged belief, hope, Love, poetry, precious, protection, religion, Spiritual | Leave a comment

Readiness

Posted on June 1, 2016 by Helen

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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

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged archer, battle, micropoetry, morning, poetry, readiness, warrior | Leave a comment

Shining

Posted on May 25, 2016 by Helen

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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

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged battle, Community, darkness, evil, good, hope, knowledge, light, Spiritual | 3 Comments

Rosy

Posted on May 17, 2016 by Helen

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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 could it be these memories
are different things, my siren sings
of much desired imaginings?

If so I wish to never know
Remembering smiles, that yet beguile
and make this time so soft, worthwhile

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged childhood, delight, illusion, memory, rosy | 3 Comments

Nature’s Veil

Posted on May 15, 2016 by Helen

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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 species strives
for relevance and a mark of time
Underneath she susurrates
More sublime and full of meaning
than our little lives may be

A child may see her clearer
in the full morning of youth
And hear her sparkling laughter
in the rushing of a stream
And knowing life is not
ever what it seems
gives their young clear clarity
to her world of dreams

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged Dreams, elusive, fantasy, Life, meaning, nature, poetry, Spiritual | Leave a comment

Dusty Path

Posted on May 13, 2016 by Helen

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 are pin pricks
On her ancient shoulders
Kings raise insignificant fists
Shouting of rights given
From gods long gone
Battling like children’s toys
Fretful puppets
Loud and irrelevant
In the wheel of time

There is no matter here
If we fall to slavery and abuse
The greater course of history
Is indifferent
And our little blood soaked lives
But a blink
Of eyes too old to weep