Empty Wallets

Good Evening, 

Another late post… Oops!

I wrote this poem last night, at my local public house, while sitting alone people watching. I do so enjoy people watching. 

Empty Wallets

The hops assault my senses,

the noise my ears!

These empty vessels with glazed eyes.

Chuckles... gurgle up from throaty grunts.

Women dressed in scraps, 

bare too much flesh.

A wanton desire, hidden behind fake lashes,

Dancing? No fluidity in these moves.

Touting for more than they deserve!

Beer goggles adorn these drunken fools,

Easily parted with hard earned cash.

Cash for kids or cash for kicks?

Wives home alone with TV trash, 

Too dried out to please their men,

Too dejected and fried for lust.

And so the cycle continues...

These empty men, with empty eyes, 

With empty wallets for empty wives!

By Helen Stallard

March 6, 2014

A Body Yearns

Good Evening Again, 

Two poems today for your perusal. As I missed yesterdays I thought I had best catch up. :) 

A Body Yearns

Darkened room - a candle burns,

Blistering desire - a body yearns,

Polished rubber - a playful squeeze,

Sternest stare - a playful tease!

Leather paddle - a testing tap,

Twisting ropes - a heavier slap,

Cuffed wrists - a biting nip,

Cuffed ankles - a finger slips.

Whipping bench - a reddened mark,

Exquisite pain – a back arcs,

Clawing nails - a bloodied trail.

Pleadingly pleasing - a plaited flail.

Moment passed - a body yearns,

Aching void - a want returns,

Trembling body - a ‘SUB’ space,

Passing smile - a mistress’s grace!

By Helen Stallard

March 5, 2014

Perfect Imperfections

Good Evening,

Sorry for the late posting!

I wanted to tell a story in this poem and I hope you like the way it reads. We women often can't fathom what a man sees in us. A man once told me that he loved my perfect imperfections. I didn't get it at the time, but age has taught me the depth in that comment. 

Perfect Imperfections

Perfect imperfections are all that you see,

Looking deep into my eyes and all around me!

Odd shaped breasts… over-sized nose, 

Fuzzy brown hair, the longer it grows. 

Scars on my body from the joys of child birth,

With a wobbly tummy and an over-sized girth.

Now liver spots grow on the back of my hands, 

And I’m no easier now for you to understand.

But my kiss is the same and all that I feel,

From this ageing woman, still sexy and real.

A total contradiction is all that I am, 

But I still have that love... the love of my man!

By Helen Stallard

March 5, 2014

Envelope Me

Good Afternoon All, 

Today's free verse poem, is a slightly tongue in cheek look at something I feel most of take for granted. See if you can work out where I was when I wrote it, as that was my inspiration.
Enjoy. :-)

Envelope Me

Feeling you... Cold at first.

I run my palms searchingly over you, 

Knowing you will warm to me.

To my touch!

Spending such time, longing for you, 

Through the hours I am without you.

I crave your softness, to slide into you.

Gravitating to all you offer.

There are times when sparks fly,

Through the friction between us.

I have betrayed you at times,

Turned to another.

Still in those moments I think of you.

Yearn for the solitude that only you can bring me. 

That safety - wrapped in you. 

Warm and protected. 

In your familiarity, Your smell.

My comfort... My security. 

I am enveloped in you. 

I adore you!

My bed.

By Helen Stallard

March 3, 2014

The Secret

Good Afternoon All, 
The following poem is very personal to me. An 'AHA' moment! That was thrust upon me by my eldest son Adam and youngest daughter Tegyn. Many thanks to them both. 

The Secret

One minute pebble, a ripple makes!

Of constant rings across this lake.

Spontaneous acts, in one swift thought,

My simple action has now brought.

This energy in secret things,

A grandiose change in me does bring.

The slightest shift, of brightest light.

Brought about a change of flight.

A Changing power from deep within,

A newer focus, must now begin.

So basic in its purest form.

Uniquely... I now feel re-born!

By Helen Stallard

March 2, 2014

Conflicted Mind

Good Evening all, 

I will write only one thing regarding my poem this evening. It is crippling to suffer from mental health issues… Support and love those you know who struggle. God Bless. 

Conflicted Mind

When I look at you, what do I see?

This creature, glaring back at me.

When I’m serious, you act the clown,

You see my smile, yet you frown.

When I’m quiet, ‘BANG’ you’re loud,

In my solitude, you seek a crowd.

When I’m sad, you wish to laugh,

I say shower, you need to bath.

When I choose black, you spit white,

I crave peace, you shout fight.

When my heart says love, you just hate.

If I am early, you are always late.

Knowing you is like having a twin,

A vile disease festering under my skin.

Conflicted mind in my personality,

You in the mirror, are murderous to me.

By Helen Stallard

April 1, 2014

Solitary Island

Good Evening, 
I am a little late posting today and yesterday I missed my post as I was ill… Apologies.

Let's see if you can work out what this poem is about. 

Enjoy. 

Solitary Island

One solitary island.

Alone in this vast sea.

Silent ships passing by,

The only friends for me.

Once I was a fertile place,

Of movement, life and sound.

I’m now rocky, dry and barren,

0ther islands they have found.

I miss the playful banter,

Of them dancing in the surf.

Foraging across my beach

And digging in my earth.

Each pebble here upon my shore,

Tells a story of its own,

A saga of love, a testament.

Of occupants now flown.

I whisper every night to them.

Send that message in the waves.

A sleepy message filled with love

To this secret island’s babes.

So I sit here contemplating,

On how things do not last.

I think on them and all they are,

Enjoying memories of the past.

One solitary island.

Alone in this vast sea.

Contemplating… Musing,

On how alive I used to be.

By Helen Stallard

March 31, 2014