Posts belonging to Category Spiritual Poetry

The rebuff

Posted by Helen Howell on November 19, 2009

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 [...]

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Extraordinary bliss

Posted by Helen Howell on April 30, 2009

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 [...]

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Under construction

Posted by Helen Howell on April 22, 2009

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. [...]

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A story, yes, but maybe not

Posted by Helen Howell on April 17, 2009

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 [...]

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The clouds

Posted by Helen Howell on April 9, 2009

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 [...]

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The weave!

Posted by Helen Howell on April 8, 2009

‘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 [...]

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Not a sunset

Posted by Helen Howell on April 4, 2009

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 [...]

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Visions

Posted by Helen Howell on March 22, 2009

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 [...]

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Story Line!

Posted by Helen Howell on February 19, 2009

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. [...]

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State of grace

Posted by Helen Howell on January 17, 2009

She has the eyes of one who’s seen amazing love disappear around the corner quick full pace and corners can be death-trap bends for he who travels far from grace. But grace can stand and wait, you know, many corners hence from now but, oh, the trials, the sheer disgrace, of turning, turning, turning, like [...]

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