Best Helpmeet Poems
Eve, the mother of all mankind,
Adam found his helpmeet in her.
Old Sarah, through faith, was confined.
Rebecca, the first twins’ mother.
Shiphrah and Puah, brave midwives
Saved Hebrew children, fearing God.
Fearless Jochebed hid her child,
Because of her, Moses survives.
Rahab hid spies for she was awed
By the true God, who on her, smiled.
Like Deborah, who could you find?
Her bold judgement caused quite a stir.
Jael, Heber’s wife, was brave of mind,
She killed Sisera on a spur.
Naomi was a good mother
To her daughter-in-law named Ruth.
Ruth left her all to follow God,
Was one of Jesus’ ancestors.
Prayerful Hannah in her youth
Gave child Samuel back to God;
Intelligent Abigail soothed
King David’s wrath, became his wife.
The young maid of Israel smoothed
Naaman’s healing from leprous strife.
Daring Queen Esther without fear,
Saved the Jews from being wiped out.
What can I say of blessed Mary?
She bowed to God’s will with all cheer.
Dorcas, Lydia did not pout,
Active were they in church early.
Women from all walks of life are
Found in the Bible to teach us,
Each, in her own way, is a star,
A vessel for God, a great plus;
Rhoda, Priscilla and others,
All are equally paramount,
Only a few have I mentioned,
Sisters, daughters, wives and mothers,
There are so many, I can’t count,
Let’s learn from them as intentioned.
14th April 2022
(8 syllables per line
Rhyme Scheme: ababcdecde)
{The role played by women in Biblical history is truly great. No wonder Lord Jesus Christ revealed His resurrected self first to them}
For Beata Agustin's "Ode to Women" contest
Categories:
helpmeet, appreciation, inspirational, women,
Form:
Ode
Argument:Contrary to popular myth The Bible does NOT teach that the wife(woman) is subservient to the husband(man).
HE:
lean,
lean
upon me
SHE:
love,
love
without desire
REFRAIN:
*Lean,
lean
each,
upon the other
SHE:
My spouse
my source
**head,
of we two
HE:
My helpmeet
counter-part me
REFRAIN:
One flesh
together
he, and she
with
THEE
* submit a physical act- to lean upon - we upon Jesus, in Jesus we lean each upon the other,in marriage the wife upon her husband
** head = source (as a spring is of a river) as Jesus is the head(source) of the body of Christ(the church) and the husband is the head(source) of the wife joined together as one upon marriage.
Categories:
helpmeet, marriage, wife, jesus,
Form:
Verse
Just like a football I am and have
been bounced around a bit,
But only by chance of fate, no man
would get away with it.
The football suffers silently
the grabs, the throws, the kicks.
I’m not one to take that from
the country boobs or the city slicks.
I come from a line of strong women
who took on varying roles.
My grandma was a marcher
for equality at the poles.
Grandma raised her family of five
after her young husband died,
by sheer strong will and hard work
with no helpmeet by her side.
My paternal grandma must have been
a strong willed woman too.
She raised a very respectful son
who gave womenfolk their due.
My mama raised four strapping sons
without needing to raise a hand,
no slaps, no harsh words and no threats
to make them understand.
She passed down to her daughter
unrelenting self respect.
Rough handling me would surely bring
more grief than you’d expect.
So I’m not much like a football
nor would I ever be
an uncomplaining plaything
kicked around so endlessly.
Categories:
helpmeet, familyfootball,
Form:
Rhyme
THE BREAKFAST OF SCANDAL
Once upon a lofty testament
The blue print of a rhapsodic love furls
Among the two betrothed by a mutual affection.
Their love echoes and here to stay and born.
Their twin love merges to one
By the highly acclaimed folk,
A great éclat from dawn to dusk;
The world transfixed with joy;
Those who could not attain such,
Wish themselves the devil's blow,
And a few carapace of such great virtue;
Their footprint on earth the words of all.
Their matrimonial altar lay upon trust,
They stay in quietude and harmony,
None will one-day dream to dispute them
Or to harmonize their grievances;
They stay like the two eyes that never share a duel;
If all could by a means be like them,
The world forever shall glamour and clamour peace,
They love so much, both at the table
And in the "washing room" helpmeet they are.
Sometimes cited by the arbitrators to their client,
Sometimes a pacesetter to the religiously inclined;
A perfect example to the world around and beyond,
Both the dramatist and the poet their critics they always be.
And the kings sit and take no decision without them.
While the works of men decay,
At the credo of indecision,
The ploughing of scandal overtakes the bedrock of trust.
Her faux-pas display a maximum foolery,
In the eyes of the fire on the cloud,
She burnt their property,
And sent her lover to hell,
And swallowed a knife.
A mystery to the world unraveled,
Each hand on the chin awaiting solace.
The world is borne and grieved;
Ours is to bear and stoically shaved.
Categories:
helpmeet, anger, angst, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
“A Virtuous Wife”
It takes a virtuous woman to make a man a man
The virtuous life of a Christian wife can greatly contribute
to the conversion of her wicked and ungodly lost husband.
By watching her life it will help to convince and convert him
into a godly and holy Christian man through faith in Christ!
Not having her by his side is like having arms without hands.
Like unto a Palace that has no glory
and like unto a book with only blank pages that tells no story.
She is more precious than diamonds and pearls on beautiful chains of gold.
Her spiritual beauty is admired by all who behold.
Being without her is like having an instrument with no strings.
Like unto a talented singer with a beautiful voice who never sings.
Even a godly man is not complete without a virtuous wife as his helpmeet
And this is why,
Because it takes a Princess to make a Prince
and a Queen to make a King!
The man who has a Christian and virtuous wife by his side
even if he is lost or saved should be thanking God every day.
Yes, the man who has a godly Christian and virtuous wife
truly has a treasure beyond measure.
Yes indeed, let her be praised for what she’s done.
Simply because there is nothing under God’s Heaven
other than our salvation that is worth more than a virtuous wife!
PS. With God as my witness I can testify
This poem is true of my own Godly Christian Wife.
She was and is still a virtuous woman and a godly mother,
Also a burning and shinning light that had a great influence
That helped leading to my salvation
and conversion to the Lord Jesus Christ.
Yes, I thank God for
“A Virtuous Wife”
Amen!
Evangelist and Christian Author
Clyde C. Parker, Jr.
Categories:
helpmeet, christian, inspiration,
Form:
Name
Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting,
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding
vim, vinegar and *****
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy schmaltzy
harmonic livingsocial kerplunk
also intoxicating this perk o' late
ting teetotaler, no longer ginger
who doth oft times ale
with melancholic funk,
whereat imbibing nectar
of the Gods with fulfillment
temporarily quicken ends euphoric,
albeit 'pon firm meant soberly drunk.
Ah...nothing more uplifting
than (Anita Bryant raisin eyebrows)
plugging sunkist orange treat,
this sensate being privy,
sans front row seat
agog at orchestral, festival, viz
choral paean courtesy sweet
flora and fauna feat
bequeathed to Mother Earth,
a requiem pulsating with heartbeat
pitch perfect exultation
glorifying spring days soon obsolete
ethereal, ideal, and
sensational tonic to gin
prestidigitation, qua
natural psychological helpmeet
pleasant distraction with intent to read
temporarily placating, needling craving
for Pete sakes daily
fix this news junkie,
trembling when complete
awareness he doth accrete,
where quite glum, how
civilization didst mistreat
planet, hence feeling downbeat,
especially haunting ghosts of
Native Americans drumbeat
signal harbinger debacle
i.e. environmental doomsday
soon fated extinction
sealed and complete
inexorably inching closer to reality
necessitating superman to defeat
global warming rendering vast swaths
uninhabitable as Gaia global
temperature packs tremendous heat!
Categories:
helpmeet, appreciation, beauty, butterfly, earth,
Form:
Pastoral
Today, I feel a great strength!
It is the same strength, that every two feel,
(when, at last, they are brought together, again)
Who were forged together
In the Great Central Sun of Being.
Two unalloyed opposites drawn
In fiery gledes
From the same metal,
Pure at its beginning…
One… become Two.
“In the Beginning, God created Man in his own Image,
Male and Female created he them…”
Today, I feel a great strength,
And I celebrate our coming together,
Like two irresistible magnets
This is a Destiny
Of every two,
For We Are Not Alone…
“It is not good that the Man should be Alone. I will make him an helpmeet…”
Out of One Metal,
The Great Smith poured Two Halves
Into separate molds,
Again, and again, and again, and again…
Until every Individuation of Himself was a Pair,
Perfect and Shining and Each, Glowing with an Opposite Heat
To the other.
No Pair the Same as any other Pair,
Trillions of Twos,
Ultimately Unseperable,
“What God has joined together, let no man set asunder…”
Today, the Best Day of the Year,
Is Our Easter and Our Christmas,
And I celebrate our coming together again,
A Two become One,
In One Great Union of Lights,
A Marriage of Twin Opposites, Male and Female, I and You,
For we cannot be separated!
It makes no matter that you have flown Beyond,
Beyond the veil of the lowly flesh,
And I remain below,
One on this side of the River,
And One on That side,
One in the murk,
And One in the Light,
For I am Your Magnet in the Earth, my Love!
And You are My Magnet in the Sky,
And we are eternally joined by the Light of the Heart
Of the Great Central Sun
Today, I celebrate our coming together,
For we can never
Be Undone!
Two become One!
It’s the Best Day of the Year!
4/13/2019
Categories:
helpmeet, husband, integrity, longing, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Noble Macbeth! Perverted by a scheming wife, Oh sorry fate!
So write the critics ,mainly men, but you, Macbeth, and I know better.
She was the fourth witch who brought home the message of the spectral three.
She was the helpmeet of your choosing who spoke out what you dared but think.
Yet noble you were, like Lucifer, lord of the false dawning light,
And proud you were as he who scorned Creation for being not his.
While they who love continue creation, grow fruitful as the vine,
They who hate are barren, must hate the seeds of life and wish their death.
So with you, the vanquished of Banquo’s seed, whose death was life.
You have one weapon yet, to mock what you cannot beget,
To declare all vain, an illusion, a cheap trick, an idiot’s tale
Though you named “King” do wear the gilt-rimmed crown, I hear your end’s approach.
I hear the rustling of leaves, and though you hang the herald of truth
On the gnarled trunk of a dying tree, green leaves and fresh wood advance.
To the hill they come to close you up and cross your vain ambition.
Where died a seed a plant shall grow whose leaves shall heal the nations
Categories:
helpmeet, allusion, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
On the seventh day He rested; for all was in its place.
For He had finished everything, to start the human race.
He said, “Adam I have made you, and of every tree you may eat.
But of the tree of good and evil, from it you must retreat!
For in the day you eat of it, you shall surely die.”
His work was almost finished, He turned and gave a sigh.
I’ve brought the animals to you, male and female of the same.
Whatever you would call them, that will be their name.
But God looked then, and what He saw was for Adam no helpmeet,
So He fashioned him a helper as He put him in deep sleep.
He took a rib from Adam and formed Adam his wife
Adam called her woman for part of him had gave her life.
One day while in the garden the serpent came her way
And as she picked the fruit therein, she could hear him say.
Did God say not to eat of every garden tree,
Why God knows if you do, then you’ll be wise as He.
So of the fruit the woman ate, gave a portion to the man
Their eyes were opened to the truth and naked did they stand.
God’s voice walked in the garden calling “Adam, where are you?”
Adam cried “we are hiding, we are naked not knowing what to do.”
“Who told you you were naked, how can this thing be?
Tell me Adam, tell me now, have you eaten from the tree?
Because you have done this thing, from this garden you shall go.
Thorns and thistles shall be your ground, that’s all you shall know.
By sweat of your face you’ll earn bread till dust you do return.”
Out of the garden then they went; a hard lesson had been learned.
In a void and darkened world your spirit now shall dwell
And from the darkness of your land, I’ll cause my light to swell.
Into all the brokenness and empty vessels bring,
Until you kneel before my throne and claim me as your King
Categories:
helpmeet, religion, day, god, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The devil is your helpmeet,
go ignore your P's and Q's,
as you dabble in black magic
and re-activate the fuse.
Murder will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to Sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.
They'll paint you in the blackest light
and daub your soul with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your fearless heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Categories:
helpmeet, life
Form:
Quatrain
The yearning of my soul became the thoughts upon my bed;
The desire of my heart began to dance within my head,
As I was opened up by God; He took out my flesh and bone,
And when He closed me up again, for my inwards I did groan.
The one that I envisioned, He then began to make
From my dream and yearning with my inwards He did take
In the still of the night; For my groanings I got peace
When the morning light beckoned sweet sleep to cease.
I saw my heart's desire and the one I hoped to wed
Hand in hand with God, but not a word from me was said,
Until He brought her by my side, and He brought back to mind
The thoughts upon my bed; then I opened up to find
That she is now the one for me, a crown of glory for my life;
God will give to me His favor as I take her as my wife.
She shall be my only woman, much more than my helpmeet,
And I shall cleave to her alone and once again be made complete.
Categories:
helpmeet, devotion, faith, hope, husband,
Form:
Epithalamium
The devil is your helpmeet
when you squeeze your P's and Q's,
when you dabble in black magic
and recalibrate the fuse.
Transgression will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.
They'll paint you in the darkest light
and daub your face with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your trembling heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Categories:
helpmeet, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
I see you...
I see you, focused, strong and healthy;
In satisfying abundance and very happy.
I see you growing in grace and knowledge;
Because life's experience is the best college.
I see you maturing: fully and so complete;
Into a lovely woman and suitable helpmeet.
I see you, an imperfectly perfect vision;
Full of life, ambition and positive passion.
I see you, with a radiant smile and influence;
And an effervescence that makes a difference.
I see you, a woman of stature and virtue;
Full of dignity, and to whom praise is due.
I see you, with curves and features sexual;
Scintillatingly attractive: a stunning visual.
I see you as beautiful as you can ever become;
A woman: charming and full of compassion.
End
By: Dion O. Penville
Categories:
helpmeet, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
What do I do, what can I say
Where are the words to begin
You’ve laid me here this special day
Just to bless me once again
From the dust I’ve been created
But you saw an emptiness in my soul
You knew beforehand that I’d be frustrated
That my heart would probably grow cold
For a time you’ve laid me to rest
In order to restructure my flesh and bone
To provide a comfort and relieve my stress
So I’d not live in this world alone
Now that you’ve awaken me
There’s so much I want to learn
Of this beautiful sight I’m blessed to see
Causing a fire inside me that burns
In touching, it’s much softer that I
Then the arms begin to unfold
In my examination all I can do is cry
And I’m hearing things I’ve never been told
Lord, what’s the meaning of this
Teach me that I may truly understand
All these things I’m feeling from a kiss
Shows me what’s lacking in man
It stands right by my side
And looks me dead in my eyes
For with it I must provide
Lord this is your most awesome surprise
As we walk hand in hand
What words could I use?
Should I show love or just make demands?
It’s not something You’d want me to abuse
I don’t believe this could get any better
For so much is stirred up on the inside
There’s a thought of us coming together
This is where I’ll always abide
Now that I’ve been made complete
Words cannot express what you've woven
It stands by my side as my helpmeet
My God, I’m going to name it Woman
Categories:
helpmeet, woman,
Form:
Verse
WIDOWMAN
He missed the warmth,in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms
He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss
He missed fulfilment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy,face to face
He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home,no one to greet
He missed the thoughts of his soulmate
Each day recalling their first date
Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now,he missed her voice
He missed his love so very much,
And sharing life with his old dutch.
Categories:
helpmeet, death, wife,
Form:
Kyrielle