Best Helms Poems
With the heavy load you suffer
a substance not needed
yet drags you
cushioning your efforts
and deterring your pace, forgetting that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined
for this journey.
Why get so distracted
by passers-by focused to catch up?
Why are you tossed side to side,
putting you each time,
a step backwards?
Can't you realize that
the Train is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey?
It seems you are the only one left
and this is solely your doing
with no one to blame
and the rest,
definitely have no added advantage over you.
So stop acting weak
cos the Train
is already moving
with passengers determined for this journey.
Wake up oh Africa!
you get your independence
just to become a volunteer slave.
You live in a Mansion
yet have no place to sleep.
Stop acting like a bucket of Crabs
killing each other
just to get out
and copy the ants
united and networking
for a common cause.
You fight for just a coin
underneath the Table.
When on it is a box
full of this same treasure.
Despite knowing how to reach out
to its top,
you neglect such knowledge
and accept conflicts, violence and wars.
Settling for good enough
is worst than being bad
you blow your trumpet
when you make a step
out of a thousand more.
You show unbelievable contentment
to mediocrity and under-achievements,
but remember this!
Half a giant is no giant at all.
You have the breast plate
of protection
and all the arsenals to battle
yet you dine with the helms of poverty
and embrace the ambassadors
of all kinds of infirmities.
You walk around naked
and seem not to bother
oh Africa!
Do you exist to actualize all these negativity?
An expert of imitation
and a professional in copying
no wonder no matter your trys
you end up as number 2 at best.
Because you've neglected
the sweetness of your originality.
You milk your cattle
to nourish the west
you harvest your crops
to feed foreign stomachs
you stand on abundant humus
yet your leaves are yellow and dry.
Exactly what will happen to the ants
if their Queen puts
their fate on the lizards
is what will befall you
not until you wake up oh Africa!
Categories:
helms, africa, dark,
Form:
Epic
Today, I reversed my clock
turned it backwards
like counter clockwise
changed the numbers on the face
To wind back the days
to undo the ways
To come back upon a place
that is forever in my memory
Was then I had a thought
into the other realms
Of a new kind of world
to take back the helms
One where we get good for the good
and bad gets bad for the hold
Turning us back
to never get old
Its a new way of thinking
a new kind of time
a new kind of longevity
a new kind of rhyme
a new kind of discovery
a new kind of feeling
a new kind of reality
a new kind of healing
When we change how we think
and our thoughts in that line
Its a secret I know
of this wave of the sine
The planet turns counter clock wise
The solar system turns counter clock wise
The galaxy turns in proximity of that
The highest of leaders
all knew of this chat
And this is how they got us all turned wrong
we've been misled
for time does not exist
its only behind
And its in the written mysteries
That only we can find
if we only learned to think with our 'own' mind.
Categories:
helms, age, community, i am,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I’ll tell you a story you won’t forget
Of deeds of valor and fame
Of battles won and forces met
While distant seekers watch with fear
And armies flee in shame
What news travels home on the wings of birds
Of loved ones gone out to war
And of enemy horses spurred
Great battles foretold by the oldest seer
They march from tales of yore
Far off by the scouts was sighted and seen
Armies led by elven kings
With golden helms and lances keen
With faces sad and wreathed in tears
Of them this tale will sing
Great honor was won on that fateful day
And heroes rose and fell
But cold and still the elves did lay
The elven armies did disappear
Now no longer ring the bells
A tale of sorrow for a saddened world
In which we live today
A legend of blood and tears swirled
A song that to our hearts is near
As elven riders speed away
Categories:
helms, books, conflict, fantasy, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
In a world of mellifluous dreams,
Where whispers embrace in soft moonbeams,
A moiety of verses, murmuring in rhyme,
Revealing the secrets of an arcane time
Nemesis, the muse, with susurrous breath,
Weaving tales of love and death,
Her voice, a sigh, a melancholy strain,
As she plucks the strings with a gentle domain.
Ensnared in the web of her melodic spell,
Lost in the music, where emotions dwell.
Strumming the chords of passion and desire,
Her ariose melodies set hearts afire.
Maundering through realms of imagination
She paints landscapes of exotic charm.
Guiding listeners through a mystical visitation.
Where dreams acquire a form.
In her lulls, the world finds peace.
As the lilting notes caress and increase.
A symphony of emotions, a dance of hearts,
Her music is a balm that heals and imparts
With every strum, she ignites a fire.
These passions burn and inspire.
Her melodies are such whispers in the night.
Illuminate the darkness, bringing forth light.
In this realm of mellifluous dreams,
She weaves a tapestry of enchanting themes.
Her voice, a vessel of emotions soaring high,
Transcending boundaries and reaching the sky.
Her music, a language that knows no bounds,
Connecting souls and making hearts resound.
In the realm of mellifluous dreams,
Where secrets unravel and hope redeems,
Her melodies, such whispers in the breeze,
Bestow solace and joy, putting minds at ease.
In the realm of mellifluous dreams,
She helms supreme, and the muse schemes
1st place contest winner
Categories:
helms, analogy, appreciation, character, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
We pledged brother and sister organizations that spring. We saw each other
frequently at fraternity/sorority functions, and, in the cafeteria, of course. She
dated a friend of mine and I watched from the sidelines, hoping for another
chance to make a play for her heart. Then while dining and socializing one
evening, a senior member of the fraternity requested that we dance together in
the cafeteria! I know it sounds like an odd request for the cafeteria, but Hatchet
was known for trying to humiliate pledges and didn’t really care about others who
were trying to dine and return to their studies. For me, it was the greatest dance
of my life! Hatchet and about a dozen cronies crooned ‘Frauline’, and I was
dancing with Vicki. And, for that dance, she was “my pretty frauline”. I felt like
Bobby Helms had written that song just for me; for us!
I held her close and asked,” Do you know how to turn?”
“No,” she replied.
“Well, you’re fixin’ to learn!” And I felt like I’d been fooled as we successfully
made a full turn in the aisle between the tables and the milk dispenser. I didn’t
want to let her go!
To this day, I smile when I hear the song!
Categories:
helms, love, romancedance, dance,
Form:
Narrative
My dearest Cordelia: I scribe this letter now to you from domestic port, the embrace of our farewell still entrenched deeply in my mind. The morn is now upon the tranquil bay and the fishing trawlers have left their docks and marinas to seek bounty of Neptune’s great waters. I can see their outlines before the brilliance of the young days sun some distance away. Its light reflects a white sheen off the oceans body with the appearance of alabaster mosaic pieces on liquid sapphire. The bustle of the coastal city is already in full steam and the crowds of people move through the streets and algid morning air like the current of a river, every man and woman a drop with its own destination.
All of these things commonly taken for granted or a brief inconvenience in the banalities of everyday life; all of these things I feel I will grow to appreciate exponentially in the coming months. It has been decided that our nation will go to war, this I am certain is not anew parcel of information to you as the papers, zeitgeist and the common declamation of all mouths has all been of patriotism and glory for our nation. But I remain silent amongst all this noise and distraction because the thoughts I host are not of glory or heroism but of you; and one question. How chilling is time to old men the pilot the helms of this world’s great nations that it could make the disposal of a generation of young men’s lives or the prevention of the efficacy of our love a simple edict on a paper?
But fear not Cordelia not for me or our love for even though I am soon to be cast into the battle between the two chimeras of this world’s mightiest nations. There is nothing that will stop me from reaching our nations shores once again and with you building the bower in which the family we have dreamed of will grow and blossom. When I have won the war with this perilous world and all its unfair edicts Cordelia I will have your hand.
Yours forever John
Categories:
helms, love, passion, romance, war,
Form:
FireFighters Creed:
Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken
away.
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls
life.
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her
life.
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in
arms.
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing,
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
Categories:
helms, abuse, age, brother, community,
Form:
Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.
The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out the paquerettes.
Don’t see the speech I say with sneer
As something to be had with beer
Don’t bucker bricks of buttered bleers
And sift strunk talk through quandarous weirs.
The clothes and shelter of your mouth
Has cleaned my frame as cold as south
For queeks are quay, oh when you quoth
And yokel twirls are yaws of youth.
Clearings clean, as cream is crisp
With cluffs of clementine in risp
The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps
Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps.
Sweet as sneezes from a lamb
As cozy as a Christmas ham
To jaunt with you with bread and jam
Is all I am, is all I am…
A blanket for the rawest nerve
A babe beyond the laws of earth
A smile sways the swooping surf
And gifts sweet goods of grinning girths.
Your hair? An electric guitar!
With sprinkles of suburban stars
Might smell of smelting lemon bars
Each strand a sacred seminar.
That hark the realms of Everfar!
And halt the helms of Neverare!
That licks the lich that leavens scars!
Screams “Non septimo, sempris quar!”
I believe you’re Good, I mean you’re blessed
With holy elks that guard your breast
Whose rumps remain on royal chests
And watch for wendigos out West.
A soul of Greyhound bus views darkly
Hushed in cornfields crumps so starkly
With windmills waning wicks so barky
Olive Garden oligarchies.
Clearings clean, as cream is crisp
With cluffs of clementine in risp
The grout of your cuts, freed of lisps
Your watch turns wandering whelks to whisps.
Sweet as sneezes from a lamb
As cozy as a Christmas ham
To jaunt and jibe with you with bread and jam,
Is all I am, is all I am.
Categories:
helms, fruit, language, love, nature,
Form:
Verse
See up there the crest of heaven
Cast aside the earthly realms
Touch black, scorched and engraven
Earth again, rocket down, ready helms.
Did you seize divinity past sky's limit?
Erasing gravity with your metal falcon
Limitless physic forces as you rim it
This invisible barrier a vacant balcony
Unhappy with these bonds upon us
Seeking outward bounds of new worlds
Scorching reality with rocket fuels fuss
Welcome back to Terra-Firma boys
Is it still you?
Houston... we have a problem.
Categories:
helms, adventure, space, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh fair maiden pure and sweet
How I long for us to meet
And share a love song so full of heat
That gives a melodious everlasting
beat
On Facebook and Twitter start to
tweet
Pierce me with your cupid's arrow
And I'll be far removed from sorrow
Deep under the fertile soil of my
heart
Erupts a love so strong never to part
A tsunami of desire overwhelms
Drowns my heart to her very helms
Great fire of passion violently
descends
And scorches all within her grasp
I may be in for an uphill task
Every waking hour I long to toast my
queen
In her beautiful top and bountiful
jeans
Later in an evening gown she makes
me scream
Because she's as gorgeous as a
sexy teen
Obsessed with my woman from
morning to night
For the past few hours couldn't take
a bite
Thoughts of her invade my soul so
deep
Couldn't sleep a wink
Can't wait to take a peep
At my dream girl this blessed week
Her image races like a speedboat
Through my minds clear coast
When she first set sail
Had picked up my heart by the tail
And locked it up mercilessly without
bail
The four chambers of my heart are in
tears
Beat in perfect rhythm so clar
To the drums of love so near
A perfect philos that casts away fear
In love am I?
Or just as infatuated as a fly?
For an answer I refuse to take no
Praying to steal her boyfriends show
Copyright 2013
TO BE CONTINUED......
FROM OVERWHELMING TREASURES
(POEMS ON LOVE LIFE AND
NIGERIA) available on amazon.com
Categories:
helms, absence
Form:
ABC
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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Categories:
helms, dark, self, evil, games,
Form:
ABC
A FOND TRIBUTE:
(TO OUR OLD-GUARD LEADER)
Visionary leader who forged our way
In your twilight years kind humour attends
A little red-dot that works sanguine play
Once upon a time history did stray
A city state found dire straits in harsh trends
Visionary leader who forged our way
A man's decisive stance framed light of day
A vision aligned our bold action plans
A little red-dot that works sanguine play
It's easy to ask but so hard to pay
Our modern day culture defies intent
Visionary leader who forged our way
No one can truly understand your sway
Our stress and strain and ample discontent
A little red-dot that works sanguine play
A bright new team helms the future array
May fate be kind as we go round the bend
Visionary leader who forged our way
A little red-dot that works sanguine play
Leon Enriquez
16 Mar 2014
Singapore
Categories:
helms, brother, celebrity,
Form:
Villanelle
*****
A Martian from planet Mars,
He thought the earth was a star.
Then sets down on the moon.
explored until noon.
These earthlings are bazaar.
The Martian's name is Sir Peter.
Earthling, take me to your leader.
Earth? He points up, "See that light."
This green man is not too bright.
Helms a ship with an ohmmeter.
The top leaders of the moon.
Gathered in a soundproof room.
Silly man an ohmmeter!
We will install a GPS meter.
"Mars" launch time is at mid-noon.
Peter launched from "Moons" air base.
left the moon for outer space.
Captain's log entry reads:
Electric tops warp speed.
He's now head of "Aerospace."
Written 2/26/2021
*Ohmmeter- an instrument measuring electric.
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Categories:
helms, humorous, planet, science fiction,
Form:
Limerick
Misery Laid Upon Soft Kindled Pine
The great Judge marks this hour at noon
bright was this day in month of June.
A kinship richly felt with wooded glen
saddened by the evil in hearts of men.
A fierce battle for land was fought
death reigned supreme all for naught.
Blood splashed upon the limbs and leaves
sorrow grips as each family grieves.
Dead feel not the heat of burning Sun
no real glory felt by those that won.
Misery laid upon softly kindled pine
vultures fly waiting to come to dine!
The carnage shook the stars on high
time not given from sweet good-bye.
An unwelcome breeze stings this land
all for naught, but evil in death's hand!
The great Judge marks this day of pain
as tears fall ,victims lay in dashing rain.
A new day awaits the glory of hope sent
forgiveness for the wasted lives spent.
June birds now flutter, renewing song
lives so saddened move right on along.
Human spirit always racing to survive
rarely embracing joy of just being alive.
Returning Sun shines upon life and all
man's fate is to live then greatly fall.
Other journeys await in mystical realms
many great ships, captains at the helms.
R.J. Lindley
09, 15, 1977
note: I have little memory of why I wrote this one
back then. Perhaps a book I read, movie I watched
or blues that wrapped me so often during that time.
Categories:
helms, conflict, dark, death, loss,
Form:
Ballad
Oh fair maiden pure and sweet
How I long for us to meet
And share a love song so full of heat
That gives a melodious everlasting beat
On Facebook and Twitter start to tweet
Pierce me with your cupid's arrow
And I'll be far removed from sorrow
Deep under the fertile soil of my heart
Erupts a love so strong never to part
A tsunami of desire overwhelms
Drowns my heart to her very helms
Great fire of passion violently descends
And scorches all within her grasp
I may be in for an uphill task
Every waking hour I long to toast my queen
In her beautiful top and bountiful jeans
Later in an evening gown she makes me scream
Because she's as gorgeous as a sexy teen
Obsessed with my woman from morning to night
For the past few hours couldn't take a bite
Thoughts of her invade my soul so deep
Couldn't sleep a wink
Can't wait to take a peep
At my dream girl this blessed week
Her image races like a speedboat
Through my minds clear coast
When she first set sail
Had picked up my heart by the tail
And locked it up mercilessly without bail
The four chambers of my heart are in tears
Beat in perfect rhythm so clar
To the drums of love so near
A perfect philos that casts away fear
In love am I?
Or just as infatuated as a fly?
For an answer I refuse to take no
Praying to steal her boyfriends show
Copyright 2013
TO BE CONTINUED......
FROM OVERWHELMING TREASURES (POEMS ON LOVE LIFE AND
NIGERIA) available on amazon.com
Categories:
helms, absence
Form:
ABC