Trinity

There were three
When it began
Two were lost
The third remained
And all the rest
Could be explained

There were three
Left at the end
The two as twins
The one apart
The mind, the body
And the heart

There were three
As spirits rose
Two were united
And one defied
Two rose and sang
One fell and died

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Galaxy

English: An artist's impression of our home ga...

English: An artist’s impression of our home galaxy – the Milky Way. Our solar system is one of billions in the galaxy. And the galaxy is one of billions in the universe. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Across the galaxy
An eye winks at me

Across the milky way
Hands beckon me away

Our solar system craves
Us risen from our graves

Across the galaxy
See how they sing for me?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Unlearn – for Prompt 16 Life Lesson

fire

fire (Photo credit: matthewvenn)

The cruellest truths
You can’t unlearn
You’ll try to forget
Or to overturn
These ravages of
Crystal memory
That know no fall
No entropy

Your innocence
Once lost is gone
The bitterest truths
Are hardest won
And hardest left
To hail and rain
You’ll stamp them out
But they’ll remain

Once wisdom’s seen
You can’t turn back
You’ll cry for youth
Your heart turned black
You’ll plug your ears
Gouge out your eyes
You can’t evade
This icy prize

You can’t unlearn
All you have seen
Can’t wish away
Or call it dream
It’s such a price
To learn the truth
You’ll run away
Refute the proof

The cruellest truths
You can’t unlearn
These scars you bear
Are those you earned
No matter how
You cry or yearn
Your old life’s gone
And won’t return

And so it seems
For wisdom learned
The heart is broken
The soul is burned

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, Al Rights Reserved

This little dark poem is my response to the life lesson prompt (prompt 16) for mindlovemisery. It’s just about the loss of innocence and how that changes you. See mindlovemisery’s wonderful work at http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com

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Where Have All The Heroes Gone?

English: President George W. Bush shakes hands...

English: President George W. Bush shakes hands with Bono after the musician spoke Thursday morning, Feb. 2, 2006, during the National Prayer Breakfast. President Bush called the rock star a “doer” and a “good citizen of the world.” White House photo by Paul Morse (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Is it my age, or is it the times we are in? I used to find it so easy to find public figures to admire, to look up to, in the past. Sure, there was always the assortment of venal politicians and marketers and financiers and so forth, but there were also lots of people aspiring to something better, selfless and for the greater good.

Showing my age, I was a follower of the Band-Aid phenomenon. I believed in that, long after studies and exposes suggested little of the money got to Africa, and even less did any good. At worst I thought it was well-intentioned naiveté, a glorious and somewhat Quixotic tilting at the windmills of fate.

I admired – pretty much worshipped if I am honest – people like Bono. He was a muse of mine for my early writing – his passion and his open-hearted spirituality were an inspiration to a young girl who loved to write but had little passionate experience to draw from. But now, where is Bono? Hob-nobbing with the financially and politically powerful?? Did he mean well when he started on that path, and could he really know, in any case? The ego is a seductive creature after all. And he’s not alone in this, the firebrand of youth burns so bright but so brief. And so how sad it is when it seems your idols truly have feet of clay.

Which led me to wonder, who is there now in the modern scene that inspires that sense of greater purposes? Of goodness, for goodness’ sake! Is there anything in the zeitgeist that isn’t about narcissism and greed? I’m out of touch – or at least I hope that’s what it is – so help me if you can. Where are the heroes now? Where are the humanitarians? Who is spreading a message of good and caring in the world?

I don’t want to think finer feeling is passé. Please tell me it isn’t so, please introduce me to your heroes, your idols, the ones in the public eye that make you want to stand and applaud, not shake your head and sadly turn away.

I know there are many day-to-day, private heroes – we all have them in our lives – and they are worthy beyond measure.  But we also need the ones on the public stage to carry that message more strongly and completely to the collective. And I find myself wondering, increasingly these days, where they have gone…..

Are we the era of greed and nihilism, or are there avatars for something greater and better? What do you think?

Cheers Helen V

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Inspire Me

Muse, American marble statue by unknown artist...

Muse, American marble statue by unknown artist (c. 1850). Part of the collection of the Baltimore Museum of Art (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Inspire me
Seduce me with your words
Your imagery
Is more than I deserve
But sing to me
Once more my muse, once more
Don’t cling to me
Inspiration’s all you’re for

Inspire me
Overcome me with desire
So suddenly
Consume me with your fire
Your madness is
Part genius, part fool
Inspire me
With weaponry so cruel

Inspire me
Once more to raise my pen
Desire me
Not as I’m now, but then
Then disappear
And never be a friend
You’re only here
Until the story’s end

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Dread

The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why did I feel such dread
To look upon your face
And know you’d won the race?

Why did my heart so fall
And scream in silent pain
To see you win again?

What’s written on your palm
And what stars gave you worth
The hour of your birth?

Is this just darker fate
These secrets I foresee
The footprints that you’ll leave?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Hauntings

Haunted

Haunted (Photo credit: mstephens7)

Hauntings
Are never easy
The dead do not remain
For simple reasons
They carry earthly chains
Throughout the seasons
Hauntings
Are never easy

The haunted
Are never sane
The toll of such communion
Is like a winter gale
Their hopeless, sad reunion
Is craven, lost and pale
The haunted
Are never sane

Hauntings
Are never over
For there beyond the grave
There is but timeless space
No other lives to save
When all life’s left this place
Hauntings
Are never over

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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White Peacock

Photo: Ajaytao 2010

Photo: Ajaytao 2010

A mystery
A rarity
A beauty here
Beyond the sea

So delicate
And yet so strong
So elegant
A haunting song

And who believes
Such creatures breathe
In brightened light
In feathers wreathed?

Found not in dark
Nor cold daylight
This mythic bird
The peacock white

Such alchemy
Do you suppose
The whiteness here’s
Not just the rose?

The whiteness here’s
Not just the rose?

 

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

 

Inspired by Ajaytao’s beautiful photograph above.  See more of his wonderful work at http://ajaytao2012.wordpress.com

Thanks Ajaytao for letting me use the inspiring image!  🙂  🙂

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Global Financial Crisis Limericks

The honourable Alan Greenspan testifies before...

The honourable Alan Greenspan testifies before the House Financial Services Committee. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There once was a banker supreme
Who exhorted to all ‘live the dream!’
He replaced all their need
With more profitable greed
And on their naivety schemed

There once was a government hack
Who envied the wealth that he lacked
Should he regulate less
He could fill his hope chest
With the profits from hidden kick backs

In these days of financial collapse
Tis not good that our morals can lapse
When they’re ‘too big to fail’
Where all pinned by their nail
To pecuniary loss and mishaps

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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