Dream Time Poetry

A collection of healing poetry designed to mark the author’s own insightful journey through the complexities of life.

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Category: Spiritual Poetry

Turning the table

26 November, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Sometimes there comes a day
when one thinks to turn the table
and dine on the other side
of life as it seems to be.
And then there are other days
when all of this life holds sway
and the dished up fare though grandiose
holds no appeal for the hungry.
It’s an evil plot or just love’s intent
to send the hungry behind [...]

The rebuff

19 November, 2009 | Love, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

The tune of love played hauntingly
for many a day undisturbed
until the seriousness of a rebuff
made of the ears non-working organs.
But everyone knows the ears aren’t soul
and soul still listens and sings along
like an uncontrollable wilful child
while the parent wails and bemoans
its complete and utter inability
to produce what the world expects.
The parent in time knows to [...]

Extraordinary bliss

30 April, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

In a moment of sheer and extraordinary bliss
I like to think the world doesn’t exist
but the world is a constant; it never is not
and bliss fades into obscurity.
Hunched and bunched like the defeated
it haunts on all fours the chambers of mind
and gains sustenance from imaginative feasts
placed on a platter of memories.
But the platter once gold [...]

Under construction

22 April, 2009 | Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Under construction and junk everywhere
this incomplete business no happiness pill
but no one can breathe let alone swallow
a seemingly pointless attempt at renew.
It’s okay and good to move the view
from here to another outlook
but there is no magic in junk everywhere
to simply implode at the touch of a thought.
Under construction and junk everywhere;
‘tis just the first [...]

A story, yes, but maybe not

17 April, 2009 | Love Poems, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Above where the stars twinkle and shine
lies the land of the now unseen
allowed to be free and loving
according to the dictates
passed through the ages to me.
It’s a land of calm waters and torrents
that find their own place to be
and a land divided by thought and intent
that ensures no pollination
between the flowers and weeds
in the [...]

The clouds

9 April, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Formerly and prior to
the eventful
clouds of forgetfulness
o’er laid the land.
Oh, happy, happy, happy days
when unto men and women came
nimbus, stratus, cumulus,
as rulers of our kingdom
and dictators of our truth.
But time in its own time
and in the manner of a despot
chases all the clouds away
and leaves the happy naked
and shivering.
Then suddenly from out the blue
the clarity [...]

The weave!

8 April, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

‘tis not a spider web but the weave of one bemused
that twists and turns, overlaps, and tucks the corners in
to ensure a neat conformity and unruffled approach
to the nudge and prod of love
that demands acknowledgement.
No wind or rain dislodges same or hail dent the façade
for the weave of mind by one bemused
too solid and compacted
to [...]

Not a sunset

4 April, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Not a sunset but a fire
with the devil’s eyes
searing through the landscape
of inherent nature
and the turn from this to that
a complete and utter disregard
for the beautiful.
And we were beautiful
before the heat of fear
and before the breathing in
of smoke ridden atmospheres
but now to ash the glorious
and once glamorous.
And ash unharnessed moves unbound
in the wind of circumstance
like [...]

Visions

22 March, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

I had a vision one moment in time
and then for more moments forgot that time
but time circles round and I’m back again
in the vision I had that one moment in time.
But that vision now in this moment of time
a fraudulent means of enlivening mind
and is but a rock on the path of belief
that crashes to [...]

Story Line!

19 February, 2009 | Spiritual, Spiritual Poetry | By: Helen Howell

Take it, yes, and scratch it through
with pen of ink bold double sized
and hope the near and sure divine
can live without a story line.
‘tis not the time nor for this life
to not evolve around the tale
and immerse the heart in mystery
that not in truth can ere be told.
There’s a story in my love for you,
a [...]

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