You firstly say that I am not at fault, / And then you made your last assult.
This was written about someone who meant a great deal to me and I thought felt the same way, but instead crushed me like I never thought possible.
Sometimes i go too far / i see the line and cross it / foolishly i wade into mud / sinking deeper with every breath
Sometimes i mess things up
Born of a virgin, Jesus , His name / Healed the blind, the leper, the lame; / Wondrous words He did proclaim. / On the cross, He was giv’n …
Survey in poetry of the God breathed Book of Books
When I pass through rough waters…He is with me; / He will take my hand when rivers overflow. / When the flaming fires of doubt dare overtak…
I am thankful…
I see you watching me; yon mottled dust, / Must I fight thee in a duel?
Another “Robbie Burns” type piece. Comedic and entertaining, I wrote this after my boss had asked me to clean out a disgutsing storage room. Instead I sat and wrote…and well, learned my lesson by the end.
He gave me a fixed stare, and his eyes got really dark and all seeing…He started pulling out my drawers and banging them back shut, fas…
A wild and out of control dream. Full of symbolism, inner and outer reflections, and the reality of my life. It speaks of my loves, my sexuality, my health problems, my art, my children, my beauty, my sense of self, my privacy, my sense of humor, my life, my relationships, and my fears…And what happens when someone else has control of these things.
No, not the deafening wind, / when I m lonely, / No, not the devil, / Always tempting me, / Not the thunder, / when I sleep shivering,
Its the Enemy Within
The enemy’s delusion is thick / so walk by faith and not by sight
A little tale about neighbours, gardening and the blood thirsty spirit of competition.
This is a recent edit of an amusing little story that I wrote at school….. / I’m pretty sure I had just read ‘Needful Things’ by Stephen King.
Lord / Flood my heart with love toward my enemy / to flush out revenge that is trying to be my friend
This Poem Is Not Controversial it has no enemies / does not want to argue / defend one point / or attack another
Take into account the streets; / While painted and paved, / Clean and new, / Beneath there is just barren earth, / The classic beauty redefin…
I really dislike cities. What I dislike even more, though, is when a huge stretch of land is used as a mall, or a dump ground.
and love and hate coexist…
...and what are the words one uses to describe a compilation?, works from my entire life?, fifty years of carrying around a yellow pad?, fifty years of writing and rewriting, changing the words, as their meanings change for me? These pieces are extracted from my book of prose, “50 truths and 50 lies, the first 50 years.” Available Here
We seek for the truth / All of our days. / We wonder and look, / Choosing our ways. / Chosen paths that takes us on our journey / Uncoiling, ...
A maddening war rages around us, centering us in the midst of an unseen warfare. Learn the truth before it is too late. We are the prize intent to enter into one gate. Heaven or Hell are your options. Will you escape?
I want to be the Adversary / The enemy of the Name / I want to bring adversity / The One everyone will blame
Lookin’ back I got a pin hole stare / That red head lover, ya know she took me there / Never thought I’d end up feelin’ like I’m diseased / ...
Some call it poetry, some call it song lyrics / I just write it and leave the definitions to the readers. Enjoy
A drop of Lover’s Venom / A twist of Enemy’s Smile Shaken roughly / Memories stirred Bittersweet
The Universe continues / With and without you / Thirty pieces of silver / Paid for Your demise
God is your enemy FEATURED by C.O.R.E. “And the LORD said, I will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them.” Genesis 6:7 KJV Empowering Hate God commands you to kill / MCN:C7T72-K84AV-6S1GH Copyright Notice / © 2009 Helen M. Bascom / All rights reserved. None of the materials provided on this web page may be used, reproduced or transmitted, in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or the use of any information storage and retrieval system, downloading, printing, or linking without permission in writing from Helen M. Bascom. Removal of electronic copyright information, digital fingerprints, or embedded watermarks on any image is strictly prohibited. To request permission to use any material on this page, to link to any image, and for further inquiries, contact Ms. Bascom by email. CLICK HERE to submit your request.
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no good can come of this
Your Poison…Bitter / Taste,Broken Is Love / Yes,Broken Again…
Bitter Is Taste Of Loves Resentment
like a pack of vultures with one mind… / Pick the bones…. / gleaning information
A poem about some so called friends, who seem to care only for what they can glean from my situation, and not for my welfare.
I do not fear you, Death
Two days ago I went to the funeral of a most remarkable lady. 92 years old and lived a full and generous life. Her name Hilde Knorr….author, artist, activist. After the funeral I went to visit my niece and her new born son. His name Archer. Full circle, so this poem was born.
She is trapped in this body, it is no longer hers / it belongs to her illness, her biggest enemy / the illness has made her body its home / ...
This one is very special to me as it is dedicated to a very dear friend. My friend has been diagnosed with LUPUS. An illness which basically attacks your body. Actually, your body attacks itself. I will not share her name, as she wants to remain nameless. In my friend’s situation, the nerves on her legs and left arm have been damaged, making her feel pain, all the time. She now walks with a cane to support herself and is unable to write properly, as she is left handed. Through it all, she remains optimistic, always smiling. Doctors say her illness will one day just disappear, burn out, but so far my friend is still in pain, 24h hours a day, 7 days a week. She is my best friend and it hurts me always, to see such a happy person trapped in a body that has betrayed her.
“I hurt myself today…pain is the only thing that’s real” / struggles to walk i will be okay, hell i cant even feel / what that “P” word…
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