tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80635027227355223342024-03-13T03:23:45.152+00:00HELENA C CARTA POETRY BLOGHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-87470160265463750612012-10-18T02:09:00.001+01:002013-04-03T18:42:26.473+01:00Poem for Sylvester<div>
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What is this grief?<br />
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This feeling that wracks my heart so...</div>
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The darkest Ash cloud..</div>
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What is this loss?</div>
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The lonely hole of missing you already...</div>
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The sweetest purr </div>
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the softest fur..</div>
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The butterscotch stare, </div>
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You were just there...</div>
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And now just carcass</div>
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bleeding in my eyeshot...</div>
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Spiritless </div>
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Empty</div>
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Where is your soul?...</div>
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Where did you go? </div>
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You've left me</div>
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gone away...</div>
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I MISS YOU SO....</div>
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HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-8609235479186305692012-03-15T03:06:00.005+00:002012-03-26T20:50:36.369+01:00Vixen<div style="text-align: center;">Ground down</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the coffee spiced smell of indecency</div><div style="text-align: center;">spills an acre of love on the kitchen floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">The laughing cow across the street, </div><div style="text-align: center;">bellows her way through her third cream cake..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The breakers break </div><div style="text-align: center;">and so does the morning.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Slow, dry, churning sensation in her clouds...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The planes juggle the birds </div><div style="text-align: center;">the butterfly's flutter on a wing and a prayer, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and in her silky underwear...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Who'd have thought it </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Elephant boy </div><div style="text-align: center;">narrow as pancake,<br />
With singed singing heart..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
He woos her<br />
his short jokes and timely demeanor..<br />
becoming metronome...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) Helena C Carta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-53109642216946685692011-12-20T22:45:00.004+00:002011-12-21T00:16:23.076+00:00ROBERTS SONG<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTejnyZcCRt5fp0-jcHzMh4z-RuJB-R9jjB7gGc4CLznsDahzlIYewlEwNYnOKTrHMywKmpHoMAizfecJcxfvb60Nz1x0Z_j2nN7IayTif04YMsY24dKbaoqM9w9W5d_tvTLB3avuDfac/s1600/381484_10151050190040045_755560044_22078170_632079948_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTejnyZcCRt5fp0-jcHzMh4z-RuJB-R9jjB7gGc4CLznsDahzlIYewlEwNYnOKTrHMywKmpHoMAizfecJcxfvb60Nz1x0Z_j2nN7IayTif04YMsY24dKbaoqM9w9W5d_tvTLB3avuDfac/s320/381484_10151050190040045_755560044_22078170_632079948_n.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br />
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The bagpipes did me in<br />
left me breathless <br />
in my Hearts sad din... <br />
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Across the church<br />
Across the floor<br />
I saw you tucked inside a beautiful box <br />
with all the glory flowers <br />
that crowned your handsome locks ...<br />
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The pain felt deep by everyone <br />
for you were, Moon, the Stars and Sun <br />
like light on light you glowed and shone <br />
Bright as Rainbows in our eyes, <br />
to tell us stories and be our highs...<br />
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Life will be dull without you <br />
Our Golden ray of light ...<br />
The bitterness replaces sweet<br />
You've left This World<br />
you've taken flight...<br />
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We'll miss your song <br />
Your laughter through our tears<br />
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We will miss you Oh Dear one ...<br />
All wishing you were here...<br />
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The clouds will hold the rain<br />
and gather the storm of your passing <br />
As we surrender to our pain ...<br />
Oh Robert what will become of us?<br />
all forlorn without you <br />
today the birds die in us one by one ...<br />
the trees begin to fade<br />
and in our aging Hearts <br />
we will remember you ...<br />
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As fondly as a summers day...<br />
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The twining mist rolls its ever <br />
embellishing cover over the hills<br />
Just a simple fox at play all amid the grey....<br />
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A hand strolls over your face the gliding of love<br />
in a sully embrace, stirs a twinkle in the heart<br />
A twitch in the park, enticed mystical lands of honey ...<br />
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On the lips of a shy girl, A bitter chocolate fudge<br />
She blushes as she holds her satchel<br />
A leaving boy gives her a nudge....<br />
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A simple Venice chocolate cake<br />
melts in the mouth of a martyr<br />
A view from a hill that gathers moss<br />
on rolling stones is water tight and safe...<br />
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A blank page held in your<br />
knife blue eyes is watching me<br />
The beauty in a cup of tea<br />
A Sandwich and a Rosary,,,,<br />
The love that fills a sweating hand<br />
holding paws that play in sand....<br />
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A fantasy that fills your head<br />
An epitaph the final bed <br />
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A blue crying bird afraid to fly<br />
A minstrel beneath a bellowing sky<br />
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A father loves his daughters dear <br />
A message from a speaking fear <br />
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A place to hide when comfort looms<br />
A belly full of broken tunes <br />
A misfit on the garden gate <br />
A pile of chips upon your plate <br />
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A breast to lay your head upon a<br />
yearning sound turned into song <br />
a drone that wakes a thousand minds...<br />
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A Plastic cup with love inside <br />
A Boy you fancy flutters the heart <br />
A Man and wife who sleep apart <br />
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A bluster in the mind and soul<br />
A bowl of air, a crock of gold <br />
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All find their land eventually<br />
A happy place for us to be <br />
The happiness of memory....HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-50320581887807254162011-06-02T11:23:00.003+01:002011-06-02T11:54:04.468+01:00DEAD BEAT HEART...<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrcbe645ozT0Ohf2241nwUDW1lmJwIoDengs6XI42sD1By91qw-wwpmlpRHVNajdSgIBrLmA1DtlS5MsLNycu9Lz9ZxYMdPV5vFoxBjTVfuAxerRr87992gBiuOZDDwc6X9wxjU3v0Sc/s1600/heart_beat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrcbe645ozT0Ohf2241nwUDW1lmJwIoDengs6XI42sD1By91qw-wwpmlpRHVNajdSgIBrLmA1DtlS5MsLNycu9Lz9ZxYMdPV5vFoxBjTVfuAxerRr87992gBiuOZDDwc6X9wxjU3v0Sc/s1600/heart_beat.gif" /></a></div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1W60PS_1BgHMI7Dmr-4Nq5UcWn4Uej3VAxxTFl1P1E_HKevURLlpmfXoE8bjStk995mCNh9ACcXmdO3kgeawIII-vx-PI5fb8u0FFnoYn1M1HTSUuyPQoyjzE1DJxhMH-v66WBL7Kx8/s1600/heart_beat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Cello of your dead beat heart </div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The exorcism in the dark </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The bone the blood the soul that yearns </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The picture perfect girl that burns </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The Xrays that desires a flaw</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">A broken bone for Dogs to gnaw....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Gnawing at your soul......</div><div style="text-align: center;">The soul that yearns... </div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">This anchor holds the ship in place </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">While misconception on your face </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Sinks vessels gone without a trace</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">and those denied all cried....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Our speeding love crashed gently here </div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">For tears would wipe away all fear,<br />
Still stalling into second gear</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">When everything has Died....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">(c) Helena C Carta</div></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-24048951173604196732011-06-01T23:34:00.007+01:002011-06-02T00:14:56.517+01:00WHAT IS IT ABOUT SYLVESTER?<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtDonIYBfYLgooJzxBwUWgla8q-ijdJAof-TIfu2MGHWlicCUVSc-Pri3EYxBSKSkB_X4h4322MhQx55VPR52AeL8zJ2fN89dnZXnxNo51oNEfyijB_K4aia6TrR0NfALr4_QNYYfFlw/s1600/185812_10150166971432345_761367344_8006023_1037304_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtDonIYBfYLgooJzxBwUWgla8q-ijdJAof-TIfu2MGHWlicCUVSc-Pri3EYxBSKSkB_X4h4322MhQx55VPR52AeL8zJ2fN89dnZXnxNo51oNEfyijB_K4aia6TrR0NfALr4_QNYYfFlw/s320/185812_10150166971432345_761367344_8006023_1037304_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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is it his whiskers?<br />
The white on his lip? <br />
or just the way he curls in his paws...<br />
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Yes, what is it about this darn little Cat<br />
that's pulling us this way and pulling us that...<br />
Bending us over backwards to please<br />
to rally around him like he's the Bees knees...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">What is it about Sylvester that keeps us engaged? <br />
Is it his non youth his grey hairs, his age <br />
His triangular shape and enormouse big head<br />
that makes us all want him to <br />
sleep on our beds....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, what is it about Sylvester that makes our Hearts pound? </div><div style="text-align: left;">His faintest meow, or his soft purring sound...<br />
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He makes us all fret at the thought of him leaving ...<br />
He is loved and adored but once he was grieving... <br />
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For just two years ago <br />
He was bruised..<br />
A Hobo <br />
Homeless and dying <br />
A sick sack of bones <br />
That noone would love or let into their homes...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">He lived in the cold the Dank and the Dark <br />
Begged food from Mechanics near where the cars parked<br />
and at night he would seek his refuge in sheds <br />
while other cute moggies curled up on warm beds<br />
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Oh! our little Sylvester he was so polite<br />
He would never come in, <br />
you would have to invite... <br />
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He was bound to rely on the kindness of strangers, <br />
But all covered in mud he looked so contagious... <br />
His fur was as Brillo all matted and worn <br />
and his ear from fighting was blooded and torn..<br />
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But when I saw him I knew<br />
That he had to be saved <br />
So gently I coaxed him and fed him and bathed<br />
He was always most grateful... <br />
And never his welcome<br />
would he over stay,<br />
but came for a little while,<br />
day after day,<br />
to eat and to warm up on his little pink rug<br />
and then sadly would leave <br />
and his eyes would cry hug....<br />
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(c) Helena C Carta<br />
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<i>THE SHIP</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>The ship is setting off</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>perhaps for the longest time...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>No Harbor filled with well wishers to bid her fond farewell</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>a gush of wind beneath her sails </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>to halt the day and dwell ...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>A bone did shiver, for this journey</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> was not meek nor was it mild </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> to carry fear through her raw black hurt </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>for deep inside she carried child ...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
<i>Bound for pastures new</i><br />
<i>they said</i><br />
<i>"to court the Devil"</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Amid the breakers and the coral</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> gliding east it's 6 am</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> her cargo to grow heavier by the day </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and all the while her bright blessed smile </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>could spirit sorrow clean away</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
<i>for the wind it howled beneath the masts </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> exhausted us upon the waves </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>the boat did bend and the boat did sway </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and carry cargo of it's Slaves</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> Away to foreign climbs </i><br />
<i>adrift her heart is torn </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and on the decks</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i> beneath the screams </i><br />
<i>New sons of Africa be born ...</i><br />
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<i>(c) Helena C Carta</i><br />
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</i></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-84460087985469039232011-01-31T04:20:00.002+00:002011-03-01T21:04:13.513+00:00TIME FORGOT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKKj-WYVWvheJElCXwAZE6oKcFRdwSJnNA9znXJnt7V4waxEzgNcOVx8EDXRqTcmZYj3YpVNaS_XYl-BW-XRayyDyzG2gQoYKZD9SqAL_5RxaNQCGXjD9DqA26AGo8QrX6WND-0VMXzk/s1600/old_clock_by_ami46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKKj-WYVWvheJElCXwAZE6oKcFRdwSJnNA9znXJnt7V4waxEzgNcOVx8EDXRqTcmZYj3YpVNaS_XYl-BW-XRayyDyzG2gQoYKZD9SqAL_5RxaNQCGXjD9DqA26AGo8QrX6WND-0VMXzk/s320/old_clock_by_ami46.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">The Jaw clamped down hard as sin</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> a morning bird flutters in the dew kissed dusk</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> playing hide and seek so frivolously </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> with the dawn </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> a bleached out sky</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> watches as I curl and undress the magnitude of my life</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <br />
</span></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">like a windfall in the wind </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> it fly's </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> all pity with no mercy in it's eyes </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Death of love came calling </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> this is not the first time</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">a shadow befalls my heart </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> and all is lost </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">A memory dies not when you want it to </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> but only when you wish it not </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">And then to fade as days to weeks</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> And weeks to the years that time forgot...</span></b></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> (c) Helena C Carta </span></b></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-85283641697038154552010-11-14T13:42:00.006+00:002012-12-10T01:56:07.510+00:00I.O.U<div style="text-align: center;">
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In the silver silence a piercing <br />
quiver slung down her arched back <br />
the venom inside ready to spout forth<br />
<br />
His tort lips said it all <br />
and his piercing eye <br />
like beaded butter staring <br />
starkly at her glare....<br />
<br />
face to face in combat stance <br />
Who's triggering the vowel ... <br />
Both lips are tight and pursed<br />
which one will dare to utter first.... <br />
their defending beaming words....<br />
that which wrenches<br />
fully apart <br />
splits the pea and breaks the heart ....<br />
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And <br />
So then to choose<br />
to win or loose<br />
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the blessed C.D collection....</span></span></b><br />
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HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-69193516052591061002010-10-29T20:22:00.004+01:002010-10-29T22:37:44.603+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">HUMBLE PIE<br />
<br />
She ate humble pie<br />
for all his land to weep and sih<br />
in ghost thoughts black and bloated sky<br />
Her Hearts bleak readiness to cry.... <br />
<br />
So spill forth <br />
The pump of Blood Red tears <br />
Abate<br />
The cursed black broken fears <br />
The handcuffed ready salted tears....<br />
Her creased blue years<br />
The horrid hate <br />
The bleeding pain.... <br />
again <br />
again <br />
<br />
<br />
The love you thought to win<br />
in flames <br />
In you <br />
In him <br />
to keep the same<br />
<br />
Devours the pastry<br />
grain by grain <br />
The cook to serve <br />
and portion blame <br />
<br />
She's eating <br />
Humble pie<br />
again....</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-55439991183324083222010-10-28T22:44:00.003+01:002011-04-04T20:08:14.190+01:00Femme Fatal<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8Rgl1iKYReEd6gCAdgAF-5ZUPr3VDic7SDGP2Vg2xUYciEebI1e4Tw-Uw3T2ijOT5b6LFifYQP45o5Adf4C59Yp8-mOelCJw4qEZCULXIEupV90lJB0yxkiQLlmKk5yrVIlkd2rBte8/s1600/1.7-3_DELILAH_Hedy_Lamarr_in_the_film_Samson_and_Delilah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8Rgl1iKYReEd6gCAdgAF-5ZUPr3VDic7SDGP2Vg2xUYciEebI1e4Tw-Uw3T2ijOT5b6LFifYQP45o5Adf4C59Yp8-mOelCJw4qEZCULXIEupV90lJB0yxkiQLlmKk5yrVIlkd2rBte8/s320/1.7-3_DELILAH_Hedy_Lamarr_in_the_film_Samson_and_Delilah.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">Beware her hair the liquid stare</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the Hound that sits in there </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">it rises up like Phoenix and with gust enflames the blood </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">It rises up and captures hearts with promises of love... </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br />
The vunerable will fall</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">felled trees that once stood tall </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">too weakened by her manner</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the wedding planner....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">To be stung by killer bee would be a safer fate alas </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the Baskerville the daughters</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"> head in laughing gas.... </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br />
Gentleman proceed with caution </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">go forth with utmost care </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">If you wish your hearts remain untattered</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">think before you enter there...</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br />
And did I say</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br />
Beware....</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-54345409509286221622010-10-28T22:31:00.004+01:002010-11-15T01:41:50.738+00:00GREY GREY THUNDER<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeJbi9KNxZp5noryZfWqBbmgYK4GYErlhyphenhyphenkiMSbXNafxCM6799E4otW3rrDceJ679IPmFmoq1J37EjvUrl-onMddt7sr36F9cg57NGVuXzga_U6YGklDzc-wLJWXUJE52ubxDkoaWqoU/s1600/palehorse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<i>(C) Helena C Carta</i></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-62816764906755843132010-10-28T22:14:00.003+01:002010-11-19T18:13:36.814+00:00LIFE<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Life </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">life once resided here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">inside his ticking tocking heart</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> now death is taking </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">its merciless shape</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> all enveloping </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">life was hot blood here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">All aahs</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and warm emotion </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">sexual, kind </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> liberated and sublime </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Now<br />
Awkward<br />
Lonely Wanting </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Skinny pale<br />
whilst withering </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Within no love lives<br />
Death dwells inside </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">with only the dark blanket<br />
of loneliness</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> wrapping his aging skin</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
As a sorrowed song sings </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> there's little comfort from the fear </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">of aging </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-18199425740074221722010-07-24T10:38:00.000+01:002010-07-24T15:22:18.145+01:00DARK LOVER<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">such a dreadful thing has happened </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">On her way through life</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She met a man who had</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> a dog </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a cat </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and then </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a wife </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a surly guy with bitter needs </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">like chocolate </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Wanting </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">more than greed</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She had his picture in her eyes </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">his face was fair his eyes were wide </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and in the moment their minds locked </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She saw herself inside and flocked </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">to all the places in him deep </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">began to know him wake and sleep</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and when he came to her in dreams </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She'd walk his<br />
Land and be his schemes<br />
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The darkest Hollow feeling lurched </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> Empty as a derelict Church </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and twice as cold </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and thoughtless<br />
Heart </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">A faithful pain</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> that never parts </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">began to hang around...</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It nurtured all the feelings </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> inadaquate and hurt</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> and raised it's head to cleanse away</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> The Guilt<br />
The Shame<br />
The Dirt</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">For he was the Darkest Lover </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">hidden in her undergrowth </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">the darkest lover </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">of them all</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
Who would </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">when fancy took him</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-70647173336661893392010-07-24T00:22:00.000+01:002010-07-24T15:13:27.235+01:00THE SKULL<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The skull </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">stares back at me </div></div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Cold Hollow Eyed </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Through plated glass <br />
loomed stark and sighed</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> A once breathing being</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a person such as me </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Each Holy breath for granted </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Each morsel taking liberty</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
No slave to the water bearer </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">You or I </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Earthly gifts abate our hunger </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> things that money shouldn't buy</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> Yes Skull<br />
You<br />
and I </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Oddly this is how it is </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The pivotal force behind Creation</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> striving to survive</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Gods orchestrated symphonies </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> keeping us alive </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So gloriously arranged </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So the grass It seeds</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> And the grass It grows </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So freely, just as we do</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> and the water Falls </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and the water Flows </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">so freely just like we do </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And this primate fleshless bone </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Who's air filled lungs sighed blood and cried</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Now cold as Lapis stone </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">A force once sung in here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In him resided Crimson Blue</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"> A ticking tocking Heart </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
Courting the Mercy of the hammer<br />
In the name of Death and</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Art </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Truth kissed Souls die searching </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">blazing planets orbit Mars </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Prophets play the chords within us<br />
Death turns us into Stars </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
And in the stillness of the Raven Blue </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and the jewel bedazzled sky</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br />
Ours is not to question<br />
Ours is not to wonder why<br />
It is the Diamonds on the Skull</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And not the skull itself<br />
Which makes it's worth beyond belief<br />
and Priceless<br />
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</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-33214067137341122562010-07-23T16:09:00.001+01:002010-07-24T16:30:36.506+01:00HOW COOL<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><ul><li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkrAdlb13L3HWQQXu40qJ8fnHJCG_AjDXipvZFpJYbY63_O5sf3OppXHifpZKimt_zU5KGOTNtDBgDTosJ8eQ_Kmz9KQBeI9RfpzSe9wtqjkLx6pesP0ehhvFycYumWDlQYiLy6QAOMc/s1600/snowyguitarsmall-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkrAdlb13L3HWQQXu40qJ8fnHJCG_AjDXipvZFpJYbY63_O5sf3OppXHifpZKimt_zU5KGOTNtDBgDTosJ8eQ_Kmz9KQBeI9RfpzSe9wtqjkLx6pesP0ehhvFycYumWDlQYiLy6QAOMc/s400/snowyguitarsmall-2.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></li>
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<div style="text-align: center;">With voluminous eye </div><div style="text-align: center;">He rearranges me </div><div style="text-align: center;">every set of glances fortified with a gust </div><div style="text-align: center;">for lust </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">It sits pale as the morning on his face </div><div style="text-align: center;">and a beautiful hue </div><div style="text-align: center;">glows deep within him </div><div style="text-align: center;">A smile dances wryly across his soft skin </div><div style="text-align: center;">and Love love love </div><div style="text-align: center;">rides up in him </div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">He sits at ease in the easy chair </div><div style="text-align: center;">his slim dark features</div><div style="text-align: center;">locks of greasy hair</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">how cool and unsettling</div><div style="text-align: center;">He sits and stares </div><div style="text-align: center;">how cool and unsettling in his under wears </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">How cool<span style="background-color: black;"></span></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-13447714312321639892010-07-18T01:40:00.000+01:002010-07-23T18:28:50.991+01:00END OF THE WORLD<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Bellowing lovers floating on the airy silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a decade past since I have tasted your firm lush lips<br />
Basked in all antiquity and heavy as the morning...<br />
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And as The End of the world </div><div style="text-align: center;">gears up for its final curtain call</div><div style="text-align: center;">I </div><div style="text-align: center;">have</div><div style="text-align: center;">just </div><div style="text-align: center;">found</div><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE<br />
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</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-72625681340810922112010-01-11T03:09:00.000+00:002010-07-24T00:41:44.534+01:00CHARLES BUKOWSKI BLUE BIRD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0daj3AZqT1QZvCvw8YA80wSPdIg4NWeku-IbHQxQ4DGvVOdv6OlCswmUf8WWMk0Ntwbpz1CGcxa2736-8ickNhTvTe12Wl4Z3epFlahDEaqu0uCeXwGJRyZupPPAi1t7S0R8-Nkwb1Ss/s1600/tumblr_kqcn7btFLr1qz9poso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; border-collapse: collapse; color: #080000; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0daj3AZqT1QZvCvw8YA80wSPdIg4NWeku-IbHQxQ4DGvVOdv6OlCswmUf8WWMk0Ntwbpz1CGcxa2736-8ickNhTvTe12Wl4Z3epFlahDEaqu0uCeXwGJRyZupPPAi1t7S0R8-Nkwb1Ss/s1600/tumblr_kqcn7btFLr1qz9poso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
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but I'm too tough for him,<br />
I say, stay in there, I'm not going<br />
to let anybody see<br />
you.<br />
there's a bluebird in my heart that<br />
wants to get out<br />
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale<br />
cigarette smoke<br />
and the whores and the bartenders<br />
and the grocery clerks<br />
never know that<br />
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</a>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-45869556793083971322010-01-11T02:43:00.000+00:002010-07-23T18:36:49.405+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSHI_WZ6Vfd_vIeEYjk-nl9xi4eMHgiJWjascG8AftHrKOXS2DmtVt4uGDjo4VHC1ZW8nziB7q1-9TdNQFsH2GL5vaQEl0mMmslkbi4U-WWeArLi1AeOjpZ5cWUzUpV9Vxt2Q1UONNJ8/s1600-h/l_ac5e6dc06565492a99880d5daf274db7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425309621219094130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSHI_WZ6Vfd_vIeEYjk-nl9xi4eMHgiJWjascG8AftHrKOXS2DmtVt4uGDjo4VHC1ZW8nziB7q1-9TdNQFsH2GL5vaQEl0mMmslkbi4U-WWeArLi1AeOjpZ5cWUzUpV9Vxt2Q1UONNJ8/s400/l_ac5e6dc06565492a99880d5daf274db7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-86720999874617333872010-01-11T02:10:00.001+00:002010-07-24T01:24:40.380+01:00JUST SOMETIMES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwl7hoOLb-h8rhh5emr_-VaXhPHGx9Zb3O7SHYEPzWfXvEeo2Dxk6qjgUTW2ZsjPqrl-3UYewShB-tuKv1y6pUMt6IvFJoB1kOsdpSxlZ642QwNU9SNL_9gYcGITrZWI6Ij8q9bBiZWo/s1600-h/062608_brown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425335088554430610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnwl7hoOLb-h8rhh5emr_-VaXhPHGx9Zb3O7SHYEPzWfXvEeo2Dxk6qjgUTW2ZsjPqrl-3UYewShB-tuKv1y6pUMt6IvFJoB1kOsdpSxlZ642QwNU9SNL_9gYcGITrZWI6Ij8q9bBiZWo/s400/062608_brown.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 326px;" /></a><br />
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I will waft in with the night air<br />
,and leave as our days break<br />
I'll Watch your fingers<br />
graze an empty bed<br />
You're Like a beautiful word<br />
A french poet once said....<br />
<br />
Mouth round a bottle<br />
perfectly coarse<br />
words scorch like a heated blanket<br />
Wrap me in your anguish darling<br />
It's all I hear<br />
Your blackened mind caresses<br />
like Bats in my hair<br />
It's all I hear<br />
Don't take me there....<br />
<br />
And I wish just sometimes<br />
I was outside these windows<br />
In the Good morning world<br />
Between sex scented sheets<br />
With Mozart on headphones<br />
And the sonnets of Keats<br />
<br />
Beautiful creatures<br />
with magnificent lives<br />
Delicious nude husbands<br />
With perfume drunk wives<br />
Cold Sunday mornings<br />
And hangover cures<br />
Cheap Prada suits<br />
next to Christian Diors<br />
Earl gray and warm toast<br />
Bathrobes and strong soaps<br />
<br />
And Oh!... <br />
Just sometimes<br />
How I wish<br />
I was outside<br />
These cold cold windows...<br />
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(c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-65317661963940140542010-01-11T02:08:00.000+00:002010-01-11T04:10:12.931+00:00SATELLITES AND STARZ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt1ZgXJh4f5eq_qO732igUBbf2OrReurTs9SWnMMz5rHhdueP5Y2VhD-HDOWI7kVeqFkPizdpgoCCHIvAa-u2Vkz09oGJjU3ScaoL2ZwM1WpuB4vbSgaLn3flb1OpMfWDqdl42BZETuk/s1600-h/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt1ZgXJh4f5eq_qO732igUBbf2OrReurTs9SWnMMz5rHhdueP5Y2VhD-HDOWI7kVeqFkPizdpgoCCHIvAa-u2Vkz09oGJjU3ScaoL2ZwM1WpuB4vbSgaLn3flb1OpMfWDqdl42BZETuk/s400/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327958619132994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nZW65Jo0d1pK4r_tVqmt4t0snK3dMGj_pVeHuN-Z50Vr6hdN4TrQTUHSWY-74RrOdCEGb0aL7UQXYG36QW83xbQhq8Ig5QlThD_MdV8M5K-Xz3ImCZ03QZa_64ycdoxWOybcEFjnMUQ/s1600-h/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nZW65Jo0d1pK4r_tVqmt4t0snK3dMGj_pVeHuN-Z50Vr6hdN4TrQTUHSWY-74RrOdCEGb0aL7UQXYG36QW83xbQhq8Ig5QlThD_MdV8M5K-Xz3ImCZ03QZa_64ycdoxWOybcEFjnMUQ/s400/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327570689524738" /></a><br />Sitting in the sun watching you turn cold,<br />Reaching for a star where the skies burn gold,<br />Landing on the moon,<br />you pace dark circles round my room,<br /><br />Funny how it goes, but I don't see you laughing<br />I'm Waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...<br /><br />If I had a gun and I had your mind to blow,<br />If there's life on Mars would you want to go...<br />Venus and the moon siting pretty like a cherry on a spoon...<br />Funny how it goes but I don't see you laughing...<br />I'm waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...<br /><br />Gazing through cars my minds an overload<br />Just give me satellites and stars...<br />DEEP SPACE AND A LONG ROAD...HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-49970670579658187352010-01-11T02:06:00.001+00:002011-07-14T20:58:41.981+01:005 KISSES COLDThis feels like Milkshake on my tongue<br />
And I the pessimist smile at me<br />
To think I dissmissed his exquisit lips so wryly<br />
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<br />
The first kiss melted into the bLack of my throat<br />
and curled like gold around my telling toes<br />
<br />
The second drove insanity deep into my belly<br />
The third was blocked by shock, as scary as the first<br />
<br />
The fourth and fifth did elevate and make the senses burst<br />
Like a bubble to my brain like a tunnel over trains<br />
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Quick Slip me a Micky Finn<br />
I want to play your Violin<br />
And we'll have sex like Marilyn<br />
Over and Over and Over....<br />
For I am fragile<br />
like biscuit crumble....<br />
But with torn emotions....<br />
You twist and curl over me....<br />
then me turns to ..<br />
WE<br />
The little melting sex savages in synchronized haze....<br />
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I tasted crayfish for the first time...<br />
The Township flag blew out of line....<br />
I will NEVER sleep in this bed again...<br />
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I counted paw prints in the concrete (as I left)....<br />
There were 13....<br />
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</div>(c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-62093037088184871752010-01-11T01:51:00.000+00:002010-07-24T01:39:01.157+01:00I AM YOURS...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxf2kXurgqDzaYgCpp9HYo6YtA3m7dK4FeeGOUMKvj4q5jamFIVkyJv-u0w4DSWNwCiG-ApMDSIcYEfxyFL9PPoLjU-QtWUfPHlpjs8SBd6t53awGVpoiBQQdSOFBW7xGAlY7ROyWj04/s1600-h/The_Siren.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425317644054217762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxf2kXurgqDzaYgCpp9HYo6YtA3m7dK4FeeGOUMKvj4q5jamFIVkyJv-u0w4DSWNwCiG-ApMDSIcYEfxyFL9PPoLjU-QtWUfPHlpjs8SBd6t53awGVpoiBQQdSOFBW7xGAlY7ROyWj04/s400/The_Siren.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /></a><br />
The Siren J.W. Waterhouse<br />
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I AM YOURS<br />
I am YOURS when Mother Moon she stirs still or sultry<br />
I AM YOURS....<br />
Bound to you as enchanting as a voodoo doll...<br />
I AM YOURS ...<br />
Cold and restlessly... <br />
YOURS......<br />
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The yearning Screeeches in me like A Sealess Siren possessed to cull this bleak relentless wanting....<br />
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For I AM YOURS.....<br />
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I AM YOURS....<br />
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BUT YOU are not mine....<br />
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YOU are someone else' beau... <br />
Someone else' heart is light and slightly flustered...<br />
Someone else is both love lorn and enthralled...<br />
Someone else is enraptured In the charm...<br />
That is not mine...<br />
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YOU are not mine......<br />
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YOU are not mine......<br />
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You are not MINE....<br />
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(c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0