If I do that, will you feel like a whore? / If I do that, are you going to want more? / If I do that, do I gain higher place? / If I do that…
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Surgery of a soul In need of repair. / Tiny little instruments used with such care. / A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.
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My eyes without you are forlorn, / I bequeath you with all that I am.
Written for the love of my life, Anna. / We very recently got engaged and are in the process of planning our wedding. / Yes, we are at that stage where we tell each other “I love you” eight thousand times a day (four million bubblers gag in horror! LOL!!) / This little poem is her surprise for the day! :D / .. / More of PLV’s Vehicular works / Other PLV Architecture / PLV’s Abstract Creations / My Beautiful Humans / PLV’s Wearable Art / Cards For All Occasions / / You can also listen to PLV’s music Please check out the fabulous written work by the extremely talented Danny
I want to write you a love song / but I find it easier / to talk dirty and rough / because I’m so much more used to / playing a role / and a…
I have a mix of poems I’ve been writing offline, both hard, soft, clean and dirty… This is one of the softer ones, it began without rhyme and then somehow kind of stumbled into a pattern of rhyming, I may revise and edit it some time, but for now, this is all there is.
asking questions about / things i never knew / giving answers / to things i thought i did
For Ushna. / Written 19 June 2009.
today i wrote you / a poem / and in it i whispered / a solitary secret / meant for you alone
today i wrote you poem… / Written 21 June 2009.
unseen father / i trace your jaw / as my fingers run across / my skin / i am made / in your image
it’s father’s day… / Written 21 June 2009.
stale memory lives again / the music lives within / my mind
A two-minute write. An experiment in writing: flow and feeling. And contrast. 20 July 2009.
my words fall onto paper / and dance briefly / celebrating the birth / of a poem
the birth of a poem… / 16 august 2009.
i put my hand – on the clock face; / feel it tick past – the Small Hours / shudder – gently at the passing – of Time / cutting Life – into …
for emily dickinson and john milton. they shut you up in prose and darkness… / 24 august 2009.
“He didn’t have clean underwear on”
ummmm, urrrr, black comedy? / I do believe I have just given up caring anymore. / Favourite this and I will comment on your work…honest….nah, you’re right, I won’t.
Slicing through my midnight train / they come, / eluding time and aim; / where memory stiff – / a bleeding frame – / from which to hang / my dr…
I wrote this in trying to convey the way of The Midnight Poetry Syphoning Process; the crossing dreamtime/ethereal barriers us human’s trying to be have; diving into the ocean of stars to bring to page that which teases…but doesn’t really wish to be caught. / It’s like that sometimes, for me. Those sneaky word-strings that hum into my ear in the middle of the night…sometimes they want to be caught…other times I feel like they are just sirens. / Pan is my muse. And as Golom would say, “Pan is tricksy!” / But boy do i love him anyway!
My life poured on this gruesome page again / Talentless vultures wait to pick my bones
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pulling understanding / from the faces of the minds / and the eyes / of the seers / who’ve passed breathing them in… knowing…
I wrote this last year about reading to writing to knowing the poets heart; dead, alive, makes no matter, when they are read, felt, understood, they are as alive as the reader; sharing an intimate moment as if the poet and reader were in the same room; a quiet, beautiful love affair of words and souls. / At least, this is what I feel when reading the great poetry.
The Devil’s in the writing / reading between lines
You can’t keep a good devil down Meter 7/5/11 FEATURED by C.O.R.E. / MCN:CCUKR-26831-ENYVK Copyright Notice / © 2005-2009 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.
Roots / blinding their twists / to vapors / binding their home / to roots / winding themselves / to death. It wasn’t always this way… / d…
This poem came about after reading from Heidegger’s, Poetry, Language, Thought. / There is a section titled: Poetically Man Dwells, which is taken from a poem by: Holderlin with the same title. / Basically, Heidegger is saying that man is born a poetic creature – with a full house; seeing the world poetically, living his own life, a natural poet – words to page or not. / But upon growing, living, ”...our dwelling is harassed by work (for another), made insecure by the hunt for gain and success, bewitched by the entertainment and recreation industry.” etc… there is much more I could quote, but, basically he is saying that in today’s world, there is not much room left in one’s house for living as we were intended… / ”...poetry does not fly above and surmount the earth in order to escape it, and hover over it…poetry is what first brings man onto the earth, making him belong to it, and thus brings him into the dwelling.” / Thank goodness for RedBubble, where so many still find time to fill up their houses.
I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, t…
kiss me in that dark of time / that lies between thought’s waking / and the soul’s ascension / to dream
Engel!: Es wäre ein Platz, den wir nicht wissen… written during my maths final. / jordan busson. 13 november 2009. add elucidate on: /
the doves of your eyes / spread like a thousand white wings / in the skies of my poetry
Amor, / amor, / amor, / oh flor secreta, / llama / invisible, / clara / quemadura! - Pablo Neruda Some thoughts that formed all of a sudden and had to be written down…hope you like it.
let go of my hands / i can’t touch the stars / when you hold so tight! / these 4 mile tethers / attached to your dreams are choking me; / e…
stream of consciousness deminished hexaverse.
I believe half of what I see / And nothing that I hear
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I got news for you America / It hasn’t been that long
I met a man today. A citizen. Harassed constantly because he does not “look” American. His story broke my heart. / MCN:C2J7N-6P4YB-MQ8Y1 Copyright Notice / © 2005-2009 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.
Does the moon ask the night why / it must give itself to the darkness? / Does the sun beg the earth for its freedom / from the everlasting…
I wrote this a few months ago after banging my head with my fists for answers to unanswerable questions (well, unanswerable, at least from the outside in). / This was my reminder to myself to just STOP. / Look inside. / Breathe. / Rememeber… / you already know everything there is to know – we all do… / the hardest part is the remembering to remember.
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