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