Below is the poem entitled Helena which was written by poet
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Make men stretch their arms, to wake in her eyes
Finger on lip, ring not on middle, mouth lovely
With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars
With the shades of occidental and oriental beauty
Her lips suck forth my soul; ah, see where it flies
There will I swell for heaven is in those lips pouty.
This is the face that can launch a thousand rockets
Burn the topless towers of any earth’s location.
She’s ready to claim what nature gave her in tons.
See you freshly bathed with glowing soft skin
The flowers like earth, moon and stars in hair
Piercing grey-black eyes alluring to commit sin.
The fuller pouty lower lip, inviting my upper
Making me nervous to touch, increase my beats
Know the tips, beautiful lips sink the ships ever.
Sweet Helena, make me immortal with a kiss.
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
The world without you, everything is dross.
Tenth place win in:
Dr. Ram Mehta
Partly inspired by Christopher Marlowe’s lines in his play Doctor Faustus
Contest: Tell Her Story sponsored by Constance La France