Archive | October 2013

Riot Diet

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***** Riot Diet

I wanna be much more less of me,
and tomorrow I’m gonna start to try.
I don’t wanna die a heavyweight,
and I’m not gonna tell you a lie.

I wanna stuff in more white bread,
but I’m not gonna give in to spread.
I wanna be much more less of me,
and I’m gonna start drinking tea.

I wanna be like those thin ones over there,
and I’m gonna be ready for high sacrifice.
I don’t wanna live like an ugly glutton, so
I’m gonna button down on the thin advice.

I wanna get back to my high school weight,
and I’m gonna be the perfect, shapely mate.
I don’t wanna carry these extra pounds, so
I’m not gonna be an excessive eating hound.

If I’m gonna be me for eternity and more,
then I don’t wanna cook for you at all.
Matter of fact, I’m gonna find a new loving you,
and I wanna do it even if it’s a major brawl.

I wanna, and I’m telling you very plain,
so don’t think I’m gonna sit around blue.
I wanna step away from all temptation,
and I’m gonna do it if I have to eat glue.

I wanna be as clear as these fabled lines.
I’m gonna learn a new fatless way to chew.
I wanna be thin by the time I’m twenty-one, so
I’m gonna have this diet done by eight. Whew!

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Credit:
Poem and Photos from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

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Lost Love

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***** Lost Love, East and West

He’d long abided in Vermont’s winters;
she arrived from Ohio in mid-May.

There never was a doubt,
fiery first meeting to end,
they would lose a final bout.

They were as different as night
is to day, as marble is to clay.

New Englander, Midwesterner,
in love after second glance, were
doomed to a romance’s chance.

They never could survive, even as
Autumn’s sunset touched their lives.
Still, they plunged together.

Days relinquished Autumn hues,
dwindling into snowy December;
they moved to May, ignoring clues.

Differences of mind fired red-hot
in their aching heart of hearts.

Their arguments were unrefined,
struggles of strength beyond reason.

In Green Mountain winter woods
their babies were born, a blue-eyed
son, a dark-haired daughter to mourn.

Days went gray around the child
who remained, not the cause
of their loss, but neither the cure.

Their deep love, unstable at best,
could not somehow last the rest
of the year of their daughter’s death.

Their agreement to part was hard
fought, as any of their days of rage.

Love’s cruel loss, their choice
from the start, closed before the ebb
of another May. All was past.

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Trusting

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***** Trusting

When people don’t trust,
they lack for a big brother.
A relationship bothered
negates trust and smothers.

Look with a glass half full
at a deserving mate;
then trust is easy, with
always a clean slate!

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Changes

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Thoughts:
If you could change who you are at a snap of your fingers, who would you be…?

Discovery is change, but is change discovery? Would you change if you could? Why doesn’t self-discovery prompt change?

***** Changes

We dream of change, love for change…
We change love…

But when change happens,
we fail to embrace it…

The winds of emotion blow us awry…
We think less of the change and more
of the fears of change…

And we change not, but become
more of what we are.

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Mothering

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***** Mothering

Nothing is about holding on.
All is about letting go:
You know.

Could I hold,
I wouldn’t scold.

Could I screen,
I wouldn’t scream.

If my dreams for you
could be true,
I need not be blue.

If all were pure joy,
you would simply be
My Toy.

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg

Always

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***** Always

Always hold the dream;
whatever it is to you.

To stop dreaming, is
to die.

But to never try to do,
is death,

Doing you, too.
Tis’ true!

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Credit:
Poem and Photo from the personal and copyrighted collection of Barbara Anne Helberg