Best Launch Poems
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
Your preternatural beauty,
arrests the air I breathe.
At first glance,
time freezes to a standstill.
So enviable is the symmetry of your face.
Your facial features, perfectly chiseled.
Your captivating face,
a feast for the eyes
Tantamount to fireflies
swarming the charcoal sky;
even Aphrodite would bow her head
in shame before you.
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
That nose, beautifully centered
on your heart-shaped face.
Those lips, a rounded cupid's bow.
Those amber puppy-dog eyes,
brim with love
and devastating innocence.
Oh, how your face comes alive
when you smile at me!
Your aura, nothing short of magnetic!
The power of your radiant smile
could make iceberg explode
like dynamite!
Just like Helen of Troy
your face could launch
a thousand ships.
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Theme: Your face could launch a thousand ships
Date written and posted: 05/29/2018
your eyes of a darker hue
captivate the rising sun
its red dressed cape surrounds your face
and draws me in like quicksand
in the farthest meadows hummingbirds slow flight
so they may see beauty as you quietly pass by
my eyes slowly lift to soak in each delicate glorious glow
that rests upon your skin
rendered shadows caress each curve
bursting in technicolor
your mouth parts like a dew-soaked rose
opening its petals to the morning
your eyes are alive
breathing life from two orchids dancing in soft light
reaching for the sun
and I, gaze upon the face of beauty
like a trembling fawn hid in the forest
5/30/18 contest Free Verse Only...Pick a theme
Theme...your face could launch a thousand ships
Lines, Launch Angles and Curve Balls
The boys of summer
Set up for a season of lines, launch angles and curve balls
With straight chalky lines leading to a field of dreams
Where line-ups keep the line moving
On frozen ropes to climb the ladder into the catbird seat
Above the Mendoza line when outlines of a waving pennant envision
Crooked numbers and dusty home plates where grand salamis
Foil curves balls in flying angle launch lines – not lined out,
Not out of line
To make power lines for a hitter’s line of sight
And for bases lines, nicknamed the 45’ line,
That call for calls of fair ball down the line
Or foul across the foul line
To guide the line – fair or foul -
And lines of music for the seventh inning stretch, or the chin,
Sung in lusty lines of fans in seat lines
Or in line for nachos, popcorn, brats and beer –
To cheer the back door slider, can of corn or Uncle Charlie –
A Bronx cheer or line of boos –
A summer lineup card of seeing-eye doubles down the line,
Balls climbing up the ladder lines
Nestled in a flat curve
For lines creating perfect diamond angles
Ringing with famous lines
“Batter up!”
For “There’s no crying in baseball.” –
A nervous breakdown in nine innings” -
Because “It’s outta here!”
“Adios Pelota!” “Good bye Mr. Spaulding!”
“Holy Cow!” “Long gone!”
“Put it on the board” “Hey! Hey!”
“Oh Doctor!” “Bye, bye baby!”
And “It ain’t over till it’s over!”
Because “It’s getting late early.”
And “The impossible just happened.” “Forget it!”
“Hello again everybody! It’s a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.”
“How about that?”
“If it wasn’t for baseball I’d be in either the penitentiary or cemetery.”
“Remember these two things – play hard and have fun.”
With lines, launch angles and curve balls.
Opening Day April 1, 2021
Helens face launched a thousand ships
Do you believe she desired a legacy such as this
To be the center of a war
All for a love that she could not control
Many people live, die and fight for love
It’s the strongest emotion that drives us on
It makes do the craziest of things
It inspires the songs we sing
It’s far better than that feeling of hate
But either one can leave disaster in its wake
Love is powerful, love is strong
Use it with care so that it does no wrong
But as Helen of Troy found out
That when you fall in love without a doubt
It can cause empires to fall
And can wreak havoc with us all
So take care but never be afraid to share
Love with those people for whom you care.
31/5/18
As I glance at the steadfast stars aloft
in a somber black mood, ship's
sails billow across celestial waves.
My smile died with memories
not wiped away, 'twas my choice.
How many times a day did I
watch your beautiful face in my daydreams.
Your face could launch a thousand ships.
As hard as it's going to be,
I'm willing to let you go
so you can go on with your life.
You're going to be happy;
that's all that matters.
The very thought of it
is like a knife in my heart
twisting and turning
each time I imagine
someone else has taken you.
I allowed myself to get close to you;
I'm willing to love you from afar.
6/5/2018
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Sponsored by: Laura Loo
You were beautiful to look at
No one could deny
Your smile
The red stain
Your face could launch a thousand ships
What passed your lips would sink them
05/31/18
Laura Loo
Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
The generous seas do roam vividly,
And sacred words spoken earnestly.
People suffer and people go to war,
I just hope these words will go afar.
Yesterday I published a FREE book,
Indeed a feat of altruism, no crook!
I suffer in silence in every moment.
I have no money to publish a stunt.
I was just hoping for word-of-mouth
And email propagation as loudmouth.
Book is at: http://bookbooster.com/newage.htm
I accept feedback just at: percarus@hotmail.com
OFFICIALLY THE MOST ELOQUENT STORY TELLING POETRY BOOK EVER WRITTEN
-ALL NON FICTION- (This spiel typed in the spur of the moment - God Bless you)
When Mother Nature calls it's best to obey
Get your ass in there or there'll be hell to pay
Especially in public
About to launch a Sputnik
Must stay near a poop disposal unit all day
© Jack Ellison 2015
LAUNCH
In the Yard I was serving my time
When they launched a new ship of the line
Four funnels had she
And as big as could be
She sent shivers right through my spine
An orange glow flew through the sky
Image going really high
Down south
Nasty weather would not shut its mouth
Spitting in a poring way
Angry clouds having lots to say
Sitting in the atmospheric stands
Threatening thundershowers being told they were fans
Meteorological temper tantrum at hand
Releasing a loud bark
Turning the area a little dark
Frustrated firing off weak electrical sparks
Two men sit in their galactic quarters
Safety depended on by questions from reporters
Challenging the power's belief
Simmering heat
Breaking out
Brightness overpowering the grey watery pouts
“Let it go”
Sunshine wanted ugliness to know
Blessing the green light for the show
To the modernization
Of human transportation
Suddenly the candle rocket flame did its thing
Sending the educated earthling
On a test flight fling
Picking up Old Glory bringing her home
After being in orbit all alone
As for the angels they quit bowling
Making a fuss roaring and rolling
Maybe it was the guttering strikes
While the sun gave human minds the floor and mikes
Today another chapter has been open
Making many hoping
There is something out there
Who really cares?
About our extra galaxy affairs
Leaving us no fear
To understand why we are here
This world can be a nice place
Respecting other wishes is a simple task to face
Learning not to invade another’s path
Since this action will only bring a furious wrath
Instead sit back and listen
Quietly reflect on other’s space mission
On a runway suited to launch anyone to anywhere in the world;
On a jet plane engineered and well equipped to take me there;
Without a doubt, I was determined to be a world traveler.
I dreamed, prepared, and was driven to be the best.
My biggest supporters were my Lord and my mom, and
such support would come to be the 'one sustaining anchor'
for my soul to successfully launch my dream and chosen work.
I had a model for success, and he was my human hero.
Others had charisma and showmanship. My hero had
character and humility, ingredients that I knew were
required for the kind of success that I was seeking.
Not long after launching, there was lots of turbulence,
but that was only the beginning of 'dream-altering'.
The plane was highjacked, and I along with hundred
of others were blindfolded. The pilot was forced to land
in a desert.
From that day forward, my dreams, like paper planes
we made as kids didn't fly; neither did many parts
of my dream that became a nightmare. But we kept
making paper planes..
Remember this: The vast majority or nearly every plane
that launches also lands safely. However, 100% of planes
that do not launch, never land. Life happens and throughout
my journey, I have learned that 'dreams that turn into nightmares
do not have to make me a nightmare'. By God's Grace alone, I
weathered the storms, and in spite of all that went supposedly
wrong, God has been good all along the journey. Launch!
081122PSCtest, PAPER AIRPLANES, John Lawless
Fiction based on truth
The best 2021 perk
Was a space flight for Captain Kirk
An Enterprise
Where no one dies
Proving fantasy just might work
After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly noise.
After the gentle moon finds its shadow,
Still as the quaint forest in its glory
Beautiful tears, like dew, tumble so slow
Early moments of grief in the story.
After the graceful flames ignite the soul,
Embracing tears, kissing away the fears,
Then appears God’s breathless light to console,
Heartening dreams in tales like Shakespear’s.
Night soon gestures to trees in their bright green,
Enchanting hearts as summer starts to grieve.
Getting ready to soar to the stars,
Into space launches Elon his cars.
He'll be needing a car.
For he plans to live far.
And there's no public transit on Mars.
Bat and Gat were reading one day:
just too rainy outside to play.
They had opened a book;
pretty soon they were hooked,
and they both got carried away.
Curiosity sang a sweet tune
‘bout a cat and a cow and a spoon.
The pump got its prime
from a Mother Goose rhyme;
Bat decided he’d jump o’er the moon.
Cautious, Gat was pretty uncertain
when Bat slowly drew back the curtain.
When he told her his plan,
she knew in a brief span
that he and disaster were flirtin’.
So perhaps you recall the nut sling?
How they shot with an elastic string?
He just planned to build bigger,
With more stretch and vigor,
And launch himself out of that thing.
So he built him a giant slingshot
And with Juno, he pulled it back taut.
Gat said, “You’re going to die!”
as he aimed for the sky;
he said, “1, 2, 3 - ready or not!”
Bat got lofted at forty degrees
and he’d nearly cleared all the trees.
But it wasn’t quite autumn;
a leafy branch caught him.
Missed the moon; got a hive full of bees!
Well, that hive is what probably saved him.
For it softened the blow impact gave him.
But it sure rang his bell;
He got stung, and he fell,
and he barely hung onto a tree limb.
Well, Bat missed the moon: Holy cow,
Gat gave him the what for, and how!
Number nine took a dive;
we’re just glad he’s alive.
He's certainly one life down now.
Bat’s sure singing a different tune;
He no longer laments his lost moon.
Although he’s got eight,
and that’s pretty great,
there won’t be a repeat real soon.