Our king was quite ill and almost dead.
I cured him and got him out of his bed.
My late father's knowledge saved the king's life.
The king wants Bertram to make me his wife.
This is a reward for my noble deed.
Bertram thinks I'm someone he doesn't need.
I love the king's ward, and I want him so,
but he acts like I'm one he doesn't know.
Based on the play "All's Well That Ends Well" by William Shakespeare
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Categories:
helena, literature, love,
Form: Rhyme
Helena had always wanted to be a professional hiker more than a bit.
Her parents thought it dangerous, and tried to talk her out of it.
When she was eighteen, she got herself enormous hiking boots.
And proved she could master mountains, bears, tigers and bandicoots.
Her parents were astounded, to them she was just a baby.
She laughed at their consternation and joined the navy.
The navy got her ready to become a guide full time.
She was marching herself all over by age twenty-nine.
A crooked hiking stick, short blue cut-offs and a tiny bird.
Followed her up and down, as she ate strange goat curd.
Helena was an adventurer, an explorer, and a hiker too.
Wearing striped socks, carrying her bed roll, blue.
Her parents backed off when they saw her joy.
She sometimes passed by to yell “ahoy!”
On a pirate ship or a submarine.
She only lingered in their dream.
Categories:
helena, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I stayed on this famous island for a little while,
fortress, prison and avant-garde Bonaparte style.
Rigged charm with antiquities slow train,
governors constitution keeping royal patriots vain.
200 years after the mysterious death of the king,
at his grave, I was wondering, ‘You poor little thing’.
Another sort of great Alexander that loves to conquer,
taken on the establishments in crisis that ponder.
Ideals of restless doomed heroes celebrated,
taken war to higher constitution elevated.
St. Helena the wife of Emperor Constantine,
went on to pilgrimage to find the sacred terrain.
Building the church of the Holy Sepulchre,
the place of Christ crucifixions culture.
Priestess of Avalon and patron saint of discoveries,
island of sacred through Christ self recoveries.
Total sovereignty and its dying destiny,
luring fatal admirations penalty.
No escaping from repeating history.
Categories:
helena, celebrity,
Form: Ballade
Helena's Torment - The Villanelle Of Skies
Helena couldn't stop thinking about skies
They were just so strong and long
But she could never forget the rise.
That morning, Helena was shocked by the device.
She found herself feeling rather headstrong.
Helena couldn't stop thinking about the skies.
Why?
Later, Helena was spooked by an arise
She tried to focus on a crowd
But she could never forget the rise.
flies
Gabriel tried to distract her with an enterprise.
Said it was time to start thinking about a pong
Helena couldn't stop thinking about the skies.
Why?
Helena took action as an advise
Skies were like a toxic prong
But she could never forget the rise.
Helena demise was otherwise
Her mind became dangerously wrong
Helena couldn't stop thinking about skies
But she could never forget the rise.
7/4/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
helena, analogy, appreciation, sky,
Form: Villanelle
Helen used to race in non-disabled sailing events,
In the 400 class but soon became a para-sailor,
Of single 1-person keelboats 2.4mR, air vents,
They’re a very small 2.4 metre boats with rudder.
In 2006 Helena won a silver medal in Beijing city,
In the pre-olympic Test Event for taxing yngling,
And she proudly stood on, took the podium gritty,
Beside Annie Lush and Lucy MacGregor braving.
And she won the Paralympic Games in London,
As the first Brit to win gold at sailing, she dared,
So she was awarded the MBE 2013 for motion,
Has a BEng in yacht, power design, she cared.
Initially disappointed by third place in Rio, Brazil,
But when she mounted that valorous podium,
The sadness instantly ebbed away with the thrill,
Of achieving such a hard task against the sodium.
Categories:
helena, sports, strength, water,
Form: Quatrain
She moves in glorious motion,
Her progress marked by many eyes.
A vision to delight the crowd
gathered together for this her debut.
Coloured ribbons adorn her, as
She moves in glorious motion,
Sweeping across the bright tableau.
Her beauty and grace seen by all.
Light sparkles from faceted jewels
decorating her slim figure.
She moves in glorious motion,
dancing as if floating on clouds.
Born of man yet with divine grace,
answering swiftly to wind and wave.
The Clipper sprints seaward, yet still,
She moves in glorious motion.
Categories:
helena, allegory, beauty,
Form: Quatern
Verily I say unto thee that you error in your understanding as also perceptions ?
God is not a Father of the dead yet living; for all live unto Him their spirit His breath..
Standing within Beauty's arms; heaven's throne celestial's realms; van Gogh a brush
Gazing into her starry night to find, this great divide betwixt, fantasy and love's reality
Splashed their canvas amid colours so bright ? Angels, part the curtain where his shadow
Waits as hushed these words which time shall claim; turning from fusions Holy light....
Twined two hearts a child and Glory, whom lept through dreams ? Standing at fatefuls
Door her world this flesh His Majesty; she breathes, their wind which whispers of flames
Burning pages, that they believed ? Revelation, marching to Destiny's gate; a kiss upon her lips.
Categories:
helena, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
Verily I say unto thee that you error in your understanding as also perceptions ?
God is not a Father of the dead yet living; for all live unto Him their spirit His breath..
Standing within Beauty's arms; heaven's throne celestial's realms; van Gogh a brush
Gazing into her starry night to find, this great divide betwixt, fantasy and love's reality
Splashed their canvas amid colours so bright ? Angels, part the curtain where his shadow
Waits as hushed these words which time shall claim; turning from fusions Holy light....
Twined two hearts a child and Glory, whom lept through dreams ? Standing at fatefuls
Door her world this flesh His Majesty; she breathes, their wind which whispers of flames
Burning pages, that they believed ? Revelation, marching to Destiny's gate; a kiss upon her lips.
Categories:
helena, love,
Form: I do not know?
Just
Especially brilliant
Never
Never
Intelligent
For
Early
Riser
Happy
Even
Life
Enters
Night time
Always
Beautiful
Right
On weird days
Won't forget
Never
Categories:
helena, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form: Acrostic
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.
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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
Categories:
helena, me,
Form: Terza Rima
The chair is her home, her universe now
It is all that her many years will allow
Helena’s elegant beauty once shone
Now her mind wanders a world of its own
Age has changed her body but not her heart
Many great stories she’d always impart
To the wide-eyed grandchild she admired so
A girl who has loved her since long ago
Tales of black velvet gowns in which she’d dance
Soft moonlit beaches where she found romance
Economic hardships that came to pass
The rise and the fall of each social class
Her hands and face are now weathered with age
Accounts of the past still flow from this sage
And though some repeat again and again
I still listen now, just as I did then
I’ve memorized these tales, her gifts to me
And always I’ll remain her devotee
It matters not that my name escapes her
Love from her eyes she can always confer
Grandma brushes fingers across my face
And whispers, “Beautiful,” as we embrace
Though I miss years when she knew me so well
I know in the past her memories dwell
My love for her lingers, it always will
I take comfort knowing she loves me still
Categories:
helena, family, peopleme, grandchild, universe,
Form: Rhyme
As cranes rise over
Cranes Roost
my sullen soul
requested a moral boost,
Helena
You
were there -
curly willow hair
the moist hot air,
water all around
refracting waves and sound,
you came to my side
angelic and wise
(with) dark soft sweet eyes
carved dimples
of perfect size,
and
just as quickly
as you had come,
Your vision faded
leaving me alone...
Categories:
helena, friendship, introspection, mystery, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme