Mother earth spins out and a new yaer is born.

Update: I am writting this from the future but i wont spoil ut and tell you what hapened. Anyway if you'are in the future too and are reading this on a diferent new year you will have to change the numbers yourself and change the numbers using the imagination eg. where i have written '2011' use you imagination to insert whatever year you are experieneceing - hope this help. HS.

Another year over 
and what have you done/?well i have have done lots of goodthings to make the universe a better place for one and all in my roll as mauve therapy pratitioner and light worker. I have a pome for you oh dear reader and though it is a bit premature like an overexited man i cant help myself but post it all over my bog for ur enjyment oh dear reader

frohes neues jahr pictures
It is nearly almost 2012 and i will be away at a retrot over the new year time period as i am working towards my Mauve oneness masters badge and i am also hoping to qualify as a hollywood nails person (because i have bills to pay) and i have also come up with the exellent idea of doing pagan woodland oneness vajazzling using found items from the woods and the recycling . I have been utilsing milk bottle tops, ring pulls, dried pinecones berries in my new art form aswell as making a merkin with a dead squirrel and some combed out dog hair from my sister's lurcher, Muffin. I think this new venture will be VERY succesful and on trend for 2012 when people are being austeer and thrifty. 
I am patenting the idea so that Krusty Allslopp doesnt steel it for her cookery and sowing show.

This isnt quite how i invision it - this is just a muck up that i did on photobucket fanny (ha ha - geddit).

And so anyway of dear reader here is my new years gift to you one and all. it is a poem called

Mother earth spins out and a new yaer is born.

Another round dozen is layed before us

though eggs are ovals, of the ovary,

these are months, spun out like pots on a wheel

round and round like

like the cycle of the womb and moon

smooth promised days

are unhatched fertilised eggs,

filled with hope,

but hopefully not with salamanda

or botchedulism,

there gleaming lives in waiting, awaiting,

pausing pregnant in the warm nest of hope,

(woven with love and skill

like a dream catcher having a lie down in a barn,)

the anticipatience of new years day,

box fresh

Made viable by cockery and womanly wet,

Awaiting mother earth's warmth to pass the days,

With old father time, turning lifes magnificent waterwheel,

Sweating and huffing and puffing

Rushing and gushing his spurt seed of man

From his metamorphical man eggs

It is so,

it is oh so....

pignant, it is poemtry,

IT IS LIFE OH CHILDREN!

And now 2011 is spent like a flaccid member

Lighting itself a congratulatory cigar

Before it is devoured, black window like, 
by the spider clock hands of passing time.

and so we wait for 2012 to find its feet

to rise: an egg yolk sun,

benighted in the new years honours list

by the queen this new dawn,

nurturing us with protein rich mucous

As we skip like wooded pagans

toward lighter longer days

and the equinox of spring.

We have survived the dark days,

though at first we were afraid,

we were petrified,

for we are not stone but blood and  flesh,

box fresh, like new underpants

PLease new year, cradel us

with your supportive lycra sling

like man eggs kept young and beyounce

[keep goingplease theres a bit more]

so that we can sing

and bring in

the new year

2012

and the Mayan apocalpse*
[upadte from the future: insert The Rapture' for Mayan apocalpse because it sadly didnt happen but theres still plenty of good reasons to be a prepper.]

The end.

Copyright helene Smithee

1st January 2011

Wise words ofwinter wisdom #1 by Helene Smithee

Christmas for all (reducks) by Helene Smithee

Well, im sorry to my woefull fans and guru worshippers that i have been so lackadasisical with the popular blogging. I hope you have not been limp ,depressed waifs like wilting lettuce in the absess of my heartfelt, life afframing wisdom but I have not been here to Cher my great, wondrous, awe invecting words and for that oh children ones I am humanel;y sorry.
 

 For  i have been on a mauve oneness retreat, touching myself with the knowledge of the angles of the lavendar Goddess temple in Totness (I didnt see the monster though) venturing into the indogo zone of self examination and rebirth and like the Hamish I have not been using technollogy, buttons or hairdressers ( though I didnt use them anyway because they are boring failed travel agenst - ";where are you going on holiday they say'" - " it is non of there busyness where I go on my urine drinking detox." I reply angrgily but still serene in the universe.) for mine aims are pure and i don't want to get bran cancer from electricity and bad negative energie vibes and hatspeech that i have encunterd on the social networking forhems.

But lo! What is that light from yonder star? It is a flicker of inspiration,,,a divine celesteal glowing of joyous winter soklstice -  hope in the darkness for soon we embark on our return ticket into the light, like blinking fleas emerging from the weave of a matted dog and on unto springh. FANFARE: !!

 

Here is a poem that I posted on my facebook fanzine page last Christmas, and before that on myspace, but it is still relephant now because Chrstmas is always the same every year.

A Christmas For All 

The mass of Christ, 

the man child; God's sun

innocent baby, placed in a manger 

in swaddling in Bethlehem.

here the winter soltice; the shortest day

of our European winter

we bring in the green leaves

of mother earth our goddess

now cowed by the coldness of winter

and the dessert of ice

she has lost all but the hardiest 

of her evergreen tresses

but lo, a light, any light

a star, afar, 

or a fireplace in a welcoming hearth

brings hope to our cold, lonely travellers

Come in ye, whether ye be Kings or shepherds

the Christ child or a Big issue seller,

It is Christmas, there's no time to be afraid

Welcome in the warmth of love

into thine hearts, your hearths

there is room in our inn for you

thou will not be left without; we can share

and so like the inn keepers of old

who ushered in the virgin

and the carpeneter

into that cave of cows and beasts of burden

where the message of the angel Gabriel came true,

not the fantasy of an adulterous whore

trying any means to avoid being stoned,

no, that promise was met

and into the world we welcomed Christs joy,

Gold, Frankinscience and myrrh were given,

and we give gifts to each other,

for we know not what we do,

share and share alike, a light tells us it is so,

happiness this Christmas 

and the brightness filling of the world,

that is the gift, the gift of Christmas

we feast and rejoice - we are full of it

Eskimos hold hands with red Indians

and play ring- o-ring -roses

on Christmas cards and so it shall be,

we feed the world; do they know it's Christmas?

those poor waifs who do not know how to read

or play in festive snow,

twinkling in the Dickensian moonlight, 

or even how to operate a PS3?

For this is Christamas, 

war is over and what have you done?

Hark the bells and the pipes of peace,

English and germans play football together,

par ap a pap pum for the boy child,

We are all walking in the air,

but some of us are looking at the stars,

a star, in the east. 

Happy Christmas everyone.

and love to you all.

Amen.

Copyright  Helene Smithee 2009

Here is a picture of some cup cakes I have orded for my party. They look yumyy don't they?!
 I lik lots of cream i am glad the cup cake cooker hasnt been mingy with the cream. my mouth is sal;ivation just looking at them. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Happy Holedays everyone. Hugs.xxxx

After the Solstice

Here in merrie old Englande we have just celebrated the summer soltice which is a very significant time for spiriteful people such as myself and pagans or hippys as they are commonly known as in towns where people who work in ofices, like battry hens, don't understand them and have never seen a proper oak tree just those thin things that councils grow. Midd summer solstice is a special festival for people who believe in love and oneness as i do) and like tie dyed robes [as i do ) and medicinal herbs and scented candles that can cleanse your aura holistically though they are not as cheap as a glade plug in.

The summer soltice is very meaningful to passionate light worker such as I. It is the mid summer celebration of the longest day of the year. Many people visit the medival monumoment that is stone henge (see picture below) which was designed in the middle ages as a nocturnal colandar for ancient Iron age people to sacrifice preists and worship the daylight especially on the most impotant day, midsummer. (not to be confused with Midsummer murders - sorry about that).
This video montage is very good though i recomend that you watch it fullt though ive gone of the point on a tangent like Ronnie corbett in a golf jumper doing a moanalong in a big chair.

So mid summers day has now past meaningfully behind us into history and we are now moving twoards the autumn equinoxe and then winter when people who are light sensitive like me get a bit depressed so it is sad but necessary rolling on of time and tides and the seasons of the wonderful world that we all live on like germs on a pinhead. Soon it will be cold and dark and we shall go wassailing.

summer solstice pictures

So, in celebration of the just past solstice i have written the following poem for your to share with your worldly tribe and I hope it will inspite you to be a better person than you were before this momentous moment of the year.

After the Solstice by helene Smithee

Lay lady laylines you have lain your languid love on me

like Bob Dylans words, blowing in the wind

or in a big brass bed divining preistly majik of the skies

we have awoken, early, to the dawning of the longest day

to worship at an alter the suns highest high

when we return imp like to the green gardens of mother earth

frolicking in this season of fatness and fruit

playing 'Greensleeves' on a flute

or twanging at a mandarin like Sting

we will sing and chant

we will dance,

naked in the mid summer moonlight 

like milkmaids on wash day 

our robes a drying in the hedgerows

and our breasts bouncing about like berries

without the purpleness.

We celebrate the rotunda of the earth

like Alan Wicca joining hands in a basket chair from the 1970s

we swing and tell stories as our ancestors did before and before and before

round and round and round and round

it is dizzying so, bedazzling light of summers bounty

and we shall sow our seed and pray to the heavens

for all fertile things to leaven

in the cycle of life that never ends

The powerful sun is at its zenith
listening to REMs 'Whats the freaquency Kenneth" (only joking!!!!!!!!!)

this is the climax of all that was spring

a day for stonge henge to wear some bling

and spiritual souls where e'er ye be

SING!

wicca pictures
`UPDATE 

UPDAT: 19th June 2015. 
Since i wrote this blog i have become a musician and a song writer and so have profduced a song / spoken word piece version of this poem to celebreate the solstic. it is now availabale on my bondcamp. Here is the video.

Happy 54th Birthday Doreen!

We are all friends in the world especilly now we have the internet to cast wide and far through the ocean of toxic sludge and plastic bottles that is cyberspa=ce. But sometimes amongst the old discarded rubber tyres and the stench of sewage you will catch in yoour trawl a shell with a beatiful opallescent shiny creamy bedazzling  rainbow embossed pearl in it, or a pebble that glissens like a diamond in the warm hot sunshine even though you can still tell it was just an old bit of a Jack Daniels bottle thrown over board by a salty old letcherous drunk man, who looks like father Christmas after his wife has left him, out fishing in Miami. Or, you may find a bottle with a massage in it saying 'hello! i am on the other side of the world and i would like to be your fiend' and so your write back and fall in love with Sting from the police who dropped the bottle off a bridge in newcastle then he marries you and you have five houses and tantric sex and he dumps his wife because she is a slag and every day he marinades you with songs played on his mandarin and it is truly beaty. That is what the realm of possibilities behold in this new age of cyber space. And so, it is with that in mind, I am wishing the freind of a facebook friend, who I have never met, a happy Birthday. And I have written a beautiful heartflat poem to calibrate this auspisciou s day for Doreen who is a Goddess of the sea.

Doreen, Goddess of the Sea it is your Birthdee!

Doreen, Doreen, Doreen, Doreen,

I'm begging of you please don't take my man,

but I know you will not take my mister sister 

because you are a Goddess,

a serene wise woman of the wondrous womanly sea of the world,

We are sisters, our permanent waves controlled by the mother moons

tugging and ebbeing of the timely tides

and so to today,

It is your great day,

Hooray, as they say, 

You are blessed with friends who are kind and lovely

and even though they are a little bit mad,

they are sharring there love 

across the big oceans

chattering to people on facebook like missionaries

Like ministers of the church - like Jesus was in fisheries,

when really they should be doing there tax returns,

but they spurn those tax returns so that they can learn

to love all the people of the world, on facebook

and so we are here to join in with that cheer, have a beer, 

and a bun, and fun, we shun

The tax system with its patriachal slaverry.

For we are women, nay goddesses,

and we're tired of tidying messes

and we are the world, and the sea

We are free to be

as angles and dolpins wondering sprites full of glee

drinking nice cups of tea

with honey like a bee

laughing so much at life with our sisters that we do a bit of wee

we

are wishing you happy birthdee

Doreen.

Goddess of the sea.

Copyright helene Smithee. 2011

(I will have to Sue you if you steal this work)

Here is a lovely Birthday video and a song that I found on youtub. Love and Hugs from the Editr.

I am now declaring a birthday poem competition open. Write your poems here or on facebook. Love and wondrousnessness to you all.

International woman of Gaia

The internet is a trully wonderful thing that means we can all join hands across the see and be friends with forein people who we might otherwise think of as weired and funny looking. . Why, I was only looking at my bolg stats the other day and was marvelling at how international I am but really that dioesnt matter becasue were all humane together. It would be nice if we could all join hands and colour the map below in green crayon together. tell your friends./ Hugs. Im off to KFC now fior a bargain bucket. I think KFC is international too. Does anyone want my colelsaw? The editr. xxx

Hear is a poem that somes up how international I am. 

International Woman of Gaia

by Helene Smithee

I am a citizen of the world

not a man of one country

but I am your sister, a mother

a lover of life's rainforest essence

the breath of the world

as the internet is its brain

I am the clouds, the air,

the lapping waves of the sea

a monkey in a tree

and I will not be bound

by lines on a map

like the furrows on a brow

or rivulets on an emerald isle hillock

no, I am a human, a child of Gaia

I share your blood as our hearts

in time like the wolverine

being sexed by her mate

to the beat of the waves

of the sea at full moon

you cannot contain me

I am pixie spirited volcano

I am dancing on a star

in a galaxy infinite

ever expanding,

not hitting up against

a wall

I am liberated, free,

not dominated by the folly

and trophy heads of conquerers

I am the earth, self replenishing

pure, not raped by cartographers

and warmongers making piecemeal

of our orb of life,

with their phallic guns and quills

rapists and pillagers

who frighten villagers

of this global community

I am at one with the hill top goat herder;

the slack titted Amazon mother smoking

and sharing her peyote

with passing travellers

as she practises her age old midwifery

in a bush

I am she and she I

howling at and crying for the moon

and she two was cocktail stick stabbed

by possessive men

their arrival the ultimate

premature ejaculate

and where are we now?

I will not be contained

my allegiance is to all

who are free spirits

the vixen, the damselfly,

the ape and the squid

we are family

and I've got all my sisters with me

be they brown, black, blue or green

we are one under the godess,

not the governors

what we need is a great big melting pot

and let love be our passports

let harmony be our national anthem

for we are one.

I've come.

Copyright Helene Smithee 2010

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A poem for Spring by guest blogger E-Fluent

A poem for Spring by E-Fluent

Its spring everybody join hands and cheer

winter time is over and summers nearly here

lambs are being born for mother sheep to rear

April showers fall like angells tears

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

Its the time of the spring equinox

the days get longer and we change our clocks

watch blue tits going into a nest box

and English people wearing socks with crocs

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

Bluebells in the wood and yellow dafodills

Depressed people cheer up and stop taking pills

The sound of music is a alive in the hills

And barbecues are being used instead of inside grills!

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

hibernating hedgehogs wake up from their sleep

and birds in their nests go 'cheep! cheep! cheep!'

gambling lambs are growing up and into sheep

look at them jump and look at them leap!

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

spring is in the air and everything is new

we can all watch 'Springwatch' on BBC2!

Frog spawn in the ponds looks like a wobbly goo

Listen to the lambs, they say baaaa, they dont say moo!

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

And soon it is Easter and we've got our easter eggs

the frogspawn in the ponds will grow their tails and legs

People in the sunshine are eating pies from Greggs

Taking pretty photos that they'll make into j-pegs

CHORUS

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

And so the seasons changing the leaves are on the trees

The pretty spring flowers are full of bumble bees

The cats are in the garden so we give them stuff for fleas

The lambs are on your plate now with gravy, mint and peas

ring ding a ding ding

lets hear it for spring

everybody sing

make your arms swing!

I SAID RING DING A DING

LETS HEAR IT FOR SPRING!

Copyright E-Fluent Spring 2010.
Pictures artistically added by helene Smithee

Womb of The earth by a woman with a buch of grapes on her head

This is a marvellous poem by a woman whos name Im not sure of because its all in foreign on the video but someone has kindly translated the poem words which is good. Im sure you will agree that the lady in the orange top is very wise and I would never have thought of accesorising with a bunch of fruit on my head but i will from now on.



But look, there is another one about single motherhood.I also like the way she has accesorised the blue scarf on her head. See, you don't have to be an ugly old thing to be a feminist. This is a very powerful message I am sure you will agree. And if you dont agree why dont you just go and get a tit job and marry a footballer and see how long that lasts. Then you'll regret shunning the sisterhood. But dont worry we will be here for you when you get back with your tale between your legs and your divirce settlement in your Louis Vitton and we wont judge because we are not like that. That is the message in the poem. And you dont have to be a rich WAG to look nice.

Today I body pop my blogger poetry cherry. Join me in this orgy of words and hope.

Welcome poets, lovers of poetry,lovers of life, not hate, depressed people and the unemplyed, who e'er ye may be ( we are all friends together here, rest assured) . Welcome one and all, on this very special day for me, to this the inaugral blog by me Helene Smithee. Some of you may have been avid fans and followers of mine on myspace which is now defunky so I have sought guidence form the runes and the goddesses, the woodland spirits and the ebbing of the tides, and I have been guided towards this auspicious day. I have decided to reinstitate my blog and may well post some golden oldies that i have kindly saved in a folder in my computer for old times nostalgic sakes. But for now, followers on lifes path of love and enlightenment through self improvement and goddes love I share with you this poem of hope. After disrespectitude of the myspace debacle I am rising like a phoenix or Maya Angelou, to bring you the solace that poetry reaps for us all. I hope you will enjoin with me on this exciting voyage.

Here is one of my early poems which I think compliments the video that I also made (see from page of this blog or find it on youtube)

fallen to earth like a broken angle of love
by Poet Helene Smithee

like a piece of roadkill on the stairway to heaven
you left me broken like an angle, wings clipped
i fell to earth like a sunburnt girl Icarus
bouncing between the bubble froth of the cirrocumulous
clouds, clouds and clowns in my coffee like Carly
Simon did when Jack Nicholson dumped her
fallen, I have fallen without gossamer parachute
or spider web thread to break my fall and those clouds
those clouds were just vapour, like your promises
your words hang in the air like breth on an icy day
but there's really nothing there, you are empty
lost to me like a cough
i have fallen to earth like a broken angle of love
and I find bruises of reality bleed beneath my skin
but they are more real than all that you promised
i have fallen to the earth like a broken angle of love
but I will splint my wing and spring and sprint
like a woodland sprite into the blood red sunset, alone.



Helene Smithee 2011. peace and goddess wellbeing to one and all and hugs.