My Mother's Crown

Happy New Years Eve, 
To my followers one and all… wishing you the very best that 2017 has to offer you. You have been dedicated and in my silence you have continued to read and share and I am forever indebted to you.
Much Love Helen x

My Mother's Crown

Each hat I wear

Tis my crown

To draw me tall 

Or weigh me down

Each one important 

Invisible to see

They decide my roles

But don’t depict me

Some bring sadness

Some care and light

Some cause chaos

For my daily fight

But all are worn 

With tiresome pride

On his “Mothers” head

On which they hide. 

By Helen Gasson

December 31 2016

Fair Ellie

Good Evening, 

This poem has been difficult to pen as it is one grown from grief. Grief can be debilitating and knowing that someone you have loved, will always love so deeply can leave you through suicide, makes for an emotional roller-coaster. It is with a heavy heart I share these simple words with you all. I will never know her pain, but I will always remember her warmth. Such a young life, such a mammoth loss.

Fair Ellie

Heart felt emotions prickle my skin

As I try to silence this grief from within

All that I see when I am thinking of you

A rainbow reaching in the brightest of hue’

Each soul that you met so elated by you

By the love that you shone so honest so true

Soft sparkles of sunshine on all that you touched 

Another reason why I love you so much

Boundless energy spilled from each of your pore’

The warmth you shared and we all wanted more

Such sadness you felt in one moment of despair

Has robbed us of you, in this world so unfair

You are cherished and loved by one and by all

Having had you in our lives we all stand so tall

But I struggle Fair Ellie in this absence of you!

By Helen Stallard
February 14, 2016

One Woman

Hello All, 

I think this poem speaks volumes with-out my adding another word. 

One Woman

Lust overwhelms me

The curve of her thigh

Quick breathless movements 

The thrill of her lies

Her deft nimble fingers

Loose frenzied hair

the flick of her tongue

As her scent fills the air

Drinking in her moistness

Our bitter sweet taste

My heavy set heart

As she now leaves in haste

My arms hanging empty

As I replay our sin

How swollen my lips

She’s retreats back to him

Addictive her essence

Seductive her touch

As one woman to another

Am I wanting too much?

In my waking moments 

In crowds I’m alone

I day-dream of her

To make her my own

This dark raven beauty

Spell casting her art

I’m since duty bound

To lift her my heart

By Helen Stallard

August 20, 2015 

Defile Me

Hello Again, 
My second post of the day and possibly not the last. 
The following poem is a powerful reflective piece for me. Life has not always been kind, but life has also offered many healing and helping hands. To all who will feel this poem deeply. Remember that you are not alone and reaching out is the only way forward. 



Defile Me

Victimless crimes for the faceless? 
Voices scream in silent retort
Repulsion felt deep in reflective thought
Try harder and the coward will abate
Stay still and the pounding will stop
Defiling my temple ceaselessly
Love! A meaningless foible
Forgiveness! Your token need
My body will mend, my will... shattered
I am strength, as I remain
You the caitiff, as you transgress
Tis’ your penance to bask in my valour
Your impotence that breeds the abuse

By Helen Stallard
May 17, 2015

A Yearning

Good Afternoon, 
There are many things for which we yearn. Some physical others material, possibly emotional and more. That for which we yearn, is often not what we receive. 

A Yearning

Deep need fills you... A yearning

Enveloping your resistance... A burning

Resolve melts away... A weakening

Chaotic mind... A sequencing

That carnal appetition... A resurrection

One cold touch... A perception

Lust lunges out... A surge

You resist... A purge

By Helen Stallard
May 17, 2015

Man Cave

Hello Again, 

My second poem of the day. Dedicated to a good man and friend. 

Let me know what you think?!

Man Cave

When they look in your studio what do they see?

A man cave, a haven, a male sanctuary?

Beyond the words, the pranks and that green

Dwells his complexity that few will have seen

Of mammoth intellect, learned out of pain

In passion within him held by tight reigns

A man grown of life lessons, hurts and joy

Rooted foundations… from a once wild boy

Deep in his man cave where no one can spy

That cave like a shell he shoulders so high

He screams, he laughs, he shouts and he plays

Here he is safe with the leeches a bay

Caverns like this aren't structures man made

They’re held buried with us to contain all the rage 

So deep in his man cave his dulcet tones ring

This man of men and the guidance he brings 

By Helen Stallard
May 11, 2015

Empty Chalice

Good Evening, 
The creative juices now flow. 
My poem today is a very private one… so I will let you take from it what you will and say nothing more. 


Empty Chalice

When all is finished 

The chalice laid bare
No replenishing liquid
Just cold empty cares

This empty vessel
Still here remains
Devoid of fulfilment
But filled with disdain

By Helen Stallard
May 11, 2015