Best Hellen Poems
Am späten Abend
Eine einsame Eule
In ihrem tiefen Flug
An einer hellen Mondnacht
Das leichte Rauschen vom Fluss
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In the late evening
A lonesome owl
In her deep flight
At a bright moonlit night
Light rushing of the river
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Una lechuza solitaria
A última hora de la tarde
En su bajo vuelo
A noche brillante de luna
Ligero murmurio del río
Birkenrinde / Birch Bark / Corteza de abedul (Haiku)
Die Birkenrinde
Wie hell sie so schön erstrahlt
Im hellen Lichtschein
The bark of birches
Shines so beautifully bright
In clear sunlight
Corteza de abedules
Tan maravillosamente brilla
En clara luz del sol
Im frühen Morgenlicht
Der Tau auf hellen Gräsern
So einsam leuchtend
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Early morning light
The dew on bright shiny grass
So solitary shining
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En la luz de la mañana
El rocío sobre la hierba clara
Tan solo está brillando
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_________Kirschblüten/Cherry Blossoms/Flores del Cerezo
Die rosa Kirschblüten
Sanft fällt von kleinen Zweigen
Am stillen Nachmittag
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The pink cherry blossoms
Gently falls from tiny branches
On a quiet afternoon
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Rosa flores del cerezo
Caídan suave de las pequeñas ramas
En la trade silenciosa
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____________Blauer Duft/Blue Fragrance/ El Aroma Azul
Kleine Lavendelblüten
Der blaue Duft aus dem Grün
Lockt Hummeln herbei
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Tiny lavender flowers
The blue fragrance from the greens
It lures the bumblebees
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Pequeñas flores de lavanda
El aroma azul del verde
Atraen los abejorros
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________________Nachtgebet/Night Prayer/Oración Nocturna
In ihrer stillen Kammer
Versunken im Nachtgebet
Das alte Mütterchen
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In her silent chamber
Immersed in a night prayer
The little old woman
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En su habitación tranquila
Inmerso en la oración de la noche
La pequeña viejita
Abend /Evening / La tarde
Die Sterne
wie Weidegras, silbern leuchtend
im hellen Mondlicht.
Nur leichter Wind
in den Bäumen
wie geheimnisvolles Flüstern.
Der Abend beginnt
wie ein romantisches Ballett.
Und Wolken zeichnen
ihre Schattenbilder,
fantastische Portraits im Wechsel
The stars
like grass of pastures, silvery bright
in clear moonlight.
Only slight wind
in the trees
like mysterious whisper.
The evening begins
as a romantic ballet.
And clouds are drawing
their silhouettes,
fantastic portraits
in alterning change
Las estrellas
como la hierba de pastos,
plateado brillante
en el claro de luna.
Sólo el viento ligero
en los árboles
como susurro misterioso.
La noche comienza
como un ballet romántico.
Y las nubes dibujen
sus siluetas,
retratos fantásticos
en alternando cambio
Auf silbernem Gras
Schatten im hellen Mondlicht
Pferde im Galopp
Ein Geräusch vom nahen Wald
Einsamer Ruf einer Eule
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On silver grass
Shades in the bright moonlight
Horses in gallop
A sound from the near woods
A lonesome call of an owl
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Sobre plateado hierba
Sombras en claro luz de luna
Caballos galopando
Sonido del cercano bosque
Solitario grito de lechusa
Everyone has a desire to communicate
just because you don't understand them
doesn't mean they're not trying to tell you something
being able to be there, to work on being able to recieve the message
Just because someone doesn't sound smart
doesn't mean they don't have hundreds of things to say
Hellen Keller was living proof
so what did we learn when we dig up history?
Eventual that you will understand
of the different ways of communicating with those who can't
Repressed for life
until someone is taught how to translate
a desire to communicate will be present
being there ready to recieve an invitation for that communication
learning a new language of communicating with those who can't
Psychology of the autistic, and down syndrome
finding something they care about
would be a good place to start
understanding the psychology of patterns of behaviour
of those who are abused
and can't communicate that
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart." Hellen Keller
Snow-tipped mountains ranged around the prairie,
Small rivulets wavered down the steep sides,
Spreading nutriments, flourishing flowers.
Bright red poppies, and yellow celandines
Swayed all around, as a balmy breeze blew.
Aiding agile grey geese gracefully glide.
Above the shade of a cluster of oaks.
A few old men tended a flock of sheep,
Most chewed unleavened bread, nibbling on cheese.
Till to a tavern they'd go, to drink beer.
Placed 1
The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen
Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly
Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow
That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair
Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I wonder how many dutches it'll take to get you off of my mind
I wonder how many shots it'll take for my heart to leave you behind
I wonder if I could make love to you through another woman would it ease the pain
I wonder if that last thought qualifies me to be insane
I wonder where would I be today if I never came in that house
I wonder if you would be single or if you would still have a spouse
I guess I could sit here & wonder all day
Or I could just ask you if there's anything else to say
I'm with it if you with it let's roll the dice I done told ol boy you chose & I was nice
Now you rolling with me you're where your supposed to be you were in the nose bleed now you can see
It's amazing grace that look on your face I'll conquer the world before I let anybody Hellen of Troy my girl
I didn't always envy Hellen Keller,
With feeling one end on a string
Has no answer to a warm bell laughing.
Having felt luscious bullets in times of grace,
Like sweat fornicating on its face,
Or heavy jubilee with disconnecting -
Erecting with joy no covers in space,
Not knowing of another sister or mother,
Each other willingly sparing no glee,
But to be amused by perspectives of me,
Torn between differing glittering
Under fades of shades.
How not to mourn? But celebrate!
And see smiles on poor creatures!
Nonsense -
I never envied Hellen Keller until now.
Quiet now
Becoming WHOLE
All the colors
All the music
All the dance
Gathered there
Somewhere
All that ever did
All that ever will
Exist
All This now
In the quiet
Becoming WHOLE
Mind
and
no mind
Mind screen bare
then
They come to you...........
Revelations............
Questions........
Questions of AWARENESS
In the perfect WHOLE
Is detachment
Realization
that
There are levels
Levels of AWARENESS
To the dead eyes
and ears
Of Hellen Keller
Was there color?.....
Was there music?
If so............How?..........
Sent from her hands?........
No!
When becoming WHOLE
All the colors
All the music
Are gathered there
Keller was AWARE!
Sinfonie der Einsamkeit
Gesang der Zikaden
Wie Blätterrauschen
Stille über den den Bergen
Im hellen Schein des Vollmonds
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Symphony of solitude
Songs of grasshoppers
Like murmur of leaves
Silence captured the mountains
In a clear light of full moon
THE UNICORN
Her giggles tickles me
Her eyes sparkles blooms of roses, if wishes were horses I would clone a dozen of her
She has an aura of elegance and poise
Her charismatic and charming smile is the ambience that sets off the mood for love
Her white teeth rekindles dying flames
She has a glowing spirit of a Jedi, everything she touches turns to gold
Some will call her Bambi, because of her incomparable beauty and her curvaceous body or her alien booty
She is worth a character in fireside stories
Her name is Lisa, now listen
She is my muse
Amused?
I am used to using soft music in the background as I paint vivid pictures
Vivid features
Just like cupid teaches
Metaphorically, she is Hellen of Troy, she can destroy empires just by a snap of her finger
She can annoy a convoy of peaceful sub members and bring confusion to monks
She is a spectacle
Her voice is like a smooth country song for homestretch
I would listen to her all day
She moves like a contemporary dancer
Her touch can cure cancer
And to someone quarantined somewhere in some corner, her kiss can anti the virus; corona
She is intelligent, and God fearing
Inside her slim and perfect body, is a big heart
She gives more than she receives, blessed are her hands
She listens more and talks less, wise are her parents
She is not like some parrots who won't let a man think of a lie, and that's not how you keep us in line
You just can't keep a man from lying
Back to Lisa,
She has no drama, you wouldn't even know she's a baby mama
Educated and classy, she still knows how to hold a hammer and respects it
Spoiler alert, she doesn't even exist.
The Elements of Love
Hellen, my dear friend,
Rain canceled our plan,
But my heart will not bend,
For I know I'm a fan.
Your honesty, like Gold,
Sparkles through your soul,
Your love, like Silver, bold,
Makes me feel whole.
You're the Oxygen I breathe,
A necessity in my life,
A rare gem, like Cerium beneath,
Your love, like Iron, free from strife.
I appreciate your gentle heart,
A quality of Sodium in light,
Your kindness, like Krypton, smart,
Makes my day bright.
Your way of dressing, like Carbon,
Pure and decent, beyond measure,
Your jovial spirit, like Neon,
Brings a smile and pleasure.
I wanted to serve you like Calcium,
To strengthen our bond,
With a meal so delightful, like Chromium,
Our friendship would grow beyond.
But the weather didn't permit,
So I wait for another day,
When we can laugh and sit,
And learn more about your way.
Hellen, my dear friend,
You're a treasure, like Platinum,
In your company, time will never end,
For in your presence, I find freedom.
*_@Otieno Elvis Gikoi_*
*_30LettersForTheHellen’sOfLove_*
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Your smile shines bright
Fields can't contain its light
Miss it with every step
Longing for our chat, kept
Hellen, your name I say
In every statement, it stays
Title of love poems too
For it brings thoughts of you
My feelings for you unique
Unusual, hard to critique
Started as online friends
Now wishing for kidnapping trends
To be near you once more
As we were in days of yore
Hellen's love, what a wonder
My heart starts to ponder
The days we talked all night
Your presence, a guiding light
Oh, how I miss those times
Wishing for moments, so sublime
Your smile, Hellen's grace
Time with you, never a waste
My heart aches to see
The Hellen's love, just you and me.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
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