Sunday, January 30, 2011


 ❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ 

   Like grains of sand   
Love will flourish      
When allowed to commingle      
To create a perfect union

Monday, January 24, 2011

Falling In Love

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥

This calm I feel
Has been long awaiting
You've touched me now
And there's no evading

This special trust
I feel within
My Heart is full
Of love again

    ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ 

         ♥ ♥ ♥  For  Shorty award winning
         One Shot Wednesday  ♥ ♥ ♥

Sunday, January 23, 2011

The Rose

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Just as this
Rosε ωitђ its
Ƭimεlεss Bєauty
So chεrishεd
So to is my
Lovє for yoυ

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥

  ♥ I wrote this after my daughters funeral. While clearing away the flowers from the many arrangements,
a single rose was left untouched and perfectly dried.
Without hesitation these words were born out of that one special rose.
Many more such amazing happenings were offered
that comforted me through my bereavement.

"Who so ever chooses Love, goes beyond the boundaries of ordinary life"...

༺❀༻ Chantelle Lee Lace ♥ Nov 25 1975 - Oct 2 1992 ༺❀༻


Friday, January 21, 2011

The Beacon

There’s a candle in the window

See, over there!
It’s lit every night, no exception
The neighbours think she’s odd
I’m here to tell you their wrong

The candle serves as a beacon
For the lost to find their way
through the cover of night

Yep, they come from all over
She never turns anyone away
Some stay a night, some stay weeks,
some never leave

Her door is open to all, you see

Yum! Hot stew tonight
The smell is intoxicating isn’t it?
I hear she makes the best coffee around
Clean sheets, warm blankets, soft pillow
Why, I just might go myself, hehe!

Watch the candle
It’s so bright tonight

Oh no, there’s no shame, she offers no judgement
Just a warm welcome to troubled souls
Ya just have to reach out

See , just over there,

Where there’s a candle in the window

© Hεɭεɳ ~.^

___________ ♥༺❀༻ ღ ༺❀༻♥ _____________

Posted for One Shot Wednesday...Where Poets, Writers and Artists Meet

Thursday, January 20, 2011


ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ 

Paiղtεd Lady
Ʈraղsparεղt Єlεgaղcε
Gracεful wiղged Kalεidoscopε
Lovεly Sђadεs
Of Etђεrεal Blusђ
Єvεr-cђaղgiղg in fligђt
Harlεquiղ Huε Diviղε 

ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ 

© Hεlεɳa ~.^

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Ƭђe Gift

❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈

Doɳ't offεr gifts oɳ silvεr plattεrs
Of diamoɳds, jewεls galorε
Graɳt mε lovε aɳd strεɳgtђ
Ƭo fiɳd ωitђiɳ
My owɳ authεɳtic Ƥεarl

❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈

ღ  Hεlεɳa ~.^

This is my poem for one-shot-poetry-wednesday
Hosted this week by Adam Dustus.
A fantastic stage to share your poems & prose.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Ɲatures Gift

~ Sunset from our back deck ~ 


Just as thε Suɳsεt

Ꮗith its ßrεathtakiɳg ßεauty

Ɲight ßεgεts ɱooɳlight


✲ ✳  ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋

Ƭo see tђe Sacred

Wε must slow dowɳ

At this geɳtle seasoɳ

May you fiɳd time to Єɳjoy

Ƭђe Beauty of each quiet moment

✲ ✳  ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋

 ღ  Hεlεɳa ~.^ ~ 2009

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

♥ B a b y ♥ L o v e ♥

в α в чι о ν εв α в чι о ν εв α в чι о ν ε

Awaiting your arrival,
The small chore that it be
We await in this bewilderment
Wondering who you’ll be

With the latter part the hardest,
As our patience wears so thin
The love you’ll spread between us
Will be returned with your every whim

While the time is growing nearer
I make this wish with a grin
To hold your tiny being
Next to mine
And not within

в α в чι о ν εв α в чι о ν εв α в чι о ν ε

Rhe'al @ 5 months

Written while very pregnant with my son, Rhe'al ~ 1973

Monday, January 10, 2011

Wђεղ Piɢs Flყ

︵ˎ ………. ˏˎ
((_ (_ (`₎₍´) _)_))
.. .((‿\ ( 'ɷ' ) /‿))
. .. . ‾ ( `´ ) ‾
.. . . ...\„)⌣(„/

Wђεղ Piɢs Flყ

Fմzzy coarsε ɦair
Paɭε piղk wiɢɢɭε
Sɦorէ sղout oink
Wie εyεʂ bɭմε
Piɭɭow ʂoft cɭoմʂ
Squεaɭʂ of εɭigɦէ
Waղdεrɭմʂէ Abaղ
Up ʂo ɦiɢɦ
Wiղgʂ…oղ ε?
ოყ iղdεε
Oɦ M!
Tɦiʂ piɢ CAN rεaɭɭ!

༺❀༻© Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Posted for whimsical

There always room for fun!
This cute little fun poem came out of
playing a game on Facebook called "Fairyland"

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Loves Essence

Soft winds that whisper
Loves essence are close by
Just reach out for acceptance
and never ask the whys

мάģiς ✲

Long ago,
it seemed there once
was magic here

As energy transcended time and space
Electrifying emotions moved through me with ease
Acknowledging your essence

Feeling it all
So true, so pure
So simplistic the bond
With ease it came
Enveloping spirit
Body shakes with joyful bliss
Feeling it all, letting it in
Our spirits opened to serendipitous
Harmonious brilliant
 Magical Lღvε

༺❀༻ © Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Friday, January 7, 2011



We are all but light that which
reflects from within a Prism.
The Prism, being constant,
guiding us outward into
the world with a
mirage of diverse
colourful life experiences.
A kaleidoscope transporting
us in endless directions.,
Yet never losing sight of us,
always guiding in calm trust
for our safe return.


Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions



Like grains of sand
Love will flourish
When allowed to commingle
To create a perfect union

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Early Riser

Early Riser

Candlelight comfort and  warmth by the fire
Kettle time Tea in the wee small hours
Fresh fruit nibbles
Cinnamon toast treat
Drifting snow while everyone sleeps
Hot steaming tea cupped in shivering  hands
As our town awakens  to a winter wonderland
Shadowed silhouettes dancing  o’er morning snow
Sparkling glitter trims  evergreen boughs
Through an  ice sketched windowpane gaze

Recall childhood memories of 
Perfect Snow days!

 ༺❀༻ Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Old Friend

With my back up against the trunk of an old tree,
I would write.

In the summer,
I’d seek out the large shade tree in our back yard.
With a cozy blanket to soften the ground beneath me,
I allowed its spendor to embrace me.
While under its protective canopy,
I would always feel safe.
Having always loved words,
putting pen to paper was and still is my bliss.

Gazing up through the majestic maple,
I found escape easy and with little effort
I would write down my most
private thoughts and imaginings.

In quiet solitude,
I gave attention to my life, to my memories,
to the subtle details as they were presented.
I would find my authentic self when enveloped by nature
and especially when all was in quiet stillness.

Thoughts of the tree evoke many tangible memories.
Rich deep colours fall in slow motion,
offering their beauty as a gift unique for me alone.
By late afternoon the sun enveloped the space,
basking a warm golden glow.
It was then that inspiration would strike,
again guiding my pen to discover paper.

༺❀༻  ©  Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻
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