I am here
Up in the air
You are clear
I’m darker there
You’re hope’s spear
I am despair
There’s no cheer
Up in the air
I would fly
Up in the air
Perfect spy
Hidden out there
I will fall
Cannot repair
We are all
Up in the air
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
sandals (Photo credit: Shockingly Tasty)
She wore red summer sandals
And peasant skirts
She drank in the sunshine
Like a sensual balm
And for this special goddess
No day could come to harm
She was the essence of
The perfect summer day
She wore purple summer sandals
And stone-wash jeans
Her hair a hallowed glory
Like some angel in our wake
She had the perfect balance
A generous give and take
She was the essence of
The perfect summer day
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
You would prefer to be
The darker side of me
The aspect that you prize
Here hovers in my eyes
In symbiosis strong
You feel that you belong
But play the darker part
From here you feel you start
You would prefer to grow
Through secrets mine you know
The beating of two hearts
Not separate, apart
But not in normal way
From sanity you stray
You’d just prefer to be
The darker side of me
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Grace Cathedral (Photo credit: davidyuweb)
My soul is rendered
Split apart
On broken cobblestones
So far from home
An abject plea
I fall before their feet
My subjugation complete
And ask their ministry
To set me free
My heart is rendered
Beaten back
And blackened through
A sinner lost
With no redemption here
But begging grace
To still appear
To give her ministry
And set me free
My life is rendered
But a pitiable attempt
To rise within
This earthly firmament
Has brought me here
Far wiser now but still
Fallen, heartsick, ill
To wait upon your ministry
To set me free
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Adon Olam, with transliterated lyrics and melody, (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This lilting lovely melody
Brings summertime and warmth to me
It floats like gossamer above
It speaks of friendship and of love
The ripples in the minor key
Bring back such sublime memory
A touch of wistful sadness true
Brings depth and richer textures, hues
It’s been so long since I recall
This movement rising soft, then fall
This melody that clears my heart
Is where true love’s desires start
This lilting lovely melody
Reminds me of a youth so free
Reminds me when I once was sure
True love would follow, perfect, pure
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
They come at night
They bite
They’re shuddering
With sin
A wraith, a ghost
They boast
They’ll take us all
We’ll fall
Intruders deep
They creep
I cannot weep
Nor sleep
I cannot breathe
Please leave
I’ve paid the cost
But lost
They come at night
They bite
Their darkened glow
Won’t go
They’re so near
I fear
They come at night
They bite
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
English: White rose (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am afraid to love
This moment when it’s possible
I tremble on the precipice
And will not fall
I am afraid to care
Such sweetness does not mix with me
It has no place within my soul
It cannot call
I’m terrified of touch
To reach into the darkness here
I may find that I would disappear
I do not dare
Too petrified to kiss
I’ll let the moment pass unseen
Pretend I never noticed this
And do not care
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Vase (Photo credit: marlana)
There was a vase upon his shelf
He swore he never bought
He swore was never still a gift
Was nothing that he sought
It’s form so perfect symmetry
It’s colour changing red, blue, black
He swore he did not know its source
So could not give it back
The vase contained a mystery
So sleek and so refined
I could have told its history
If I were so inclined
The vase there seated on the ledge
Came not from you or me
But that its home is this sweet spot
On this at least agree
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
joker (Photo credit: rwillia532)
I am a pretender to this throne
I am a joker out of time
I am an imposter in this realm
I’m a poet without rhyme
I’m a wearer of all masks
And such faces as I’ve worn
Are of warriors un-battled
And children never born
I’m a pretender in my heart
I’m a lover of such guile
I will never be heartbroken
It just could not be my style
I’m an actor on this stage
I’m a performer on the boards
I’m just the mutable clay
Lost in models where I’m poured
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
Warrior headdress fit for a God
Eyes slit behind steel
Fears emerge, submerge, congeal
This glittering morning as we rise
Reclaim all our death-soaked battle cries
Warrior headdress, archangel wings
Sombre in solitude
Refracting darker attitude
The elements severe but at your command
We wait upon word of your dread, darkling plan
Warrior headdress, alien aspect strong
Devils, dervishes dancing
Tremble, savagery lancing
our sides, oh so vulnerable to unseen spears
The graves we build, awash with our tears
Warrior headdress, carved for the divine
Featherlike tendrils catching
the lost souls we are snatching
Returning the sons to the slumbering earth
Back, back to the source of all living birth
(C) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s latest prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/11/10/prompt-29-rorshach-test/
I’ve copied the picture she used as the Rorschach prompt so the poem makes sense. 🙂 Well, I hope it at least helps it make sense, I suppose one can never know what others will see in a Rorschach picture!!
Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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