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.