Helm Poems - Poems about Helm

Maybe I'll go all Bukowski on you, turn your cheeks scarlet red. A little Emily Dickerson, with a lot of talk about death and the dead. How about some dr. Seuss, that will make you laugh till it hurts in your side. Or few words from Orson Welles on the radio when two worlds collide. Turn your heart to...

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Jesus at the helm Guides this ship toward ...

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The heart has no truth worth telling She lies within it's realm And never knows or never says where tide will go to helm...

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It’s comforting to me to know I always can depend On something to replace whatever’s Gotten to the end. For each liquid soap or tissue box Or butter, ketchup, bread, There’s a new one waiting on the shelf To take its place instead. When growing up, what I’ve described Was not the normal case. If we squeezed out all the toothpaste, There was none to take...

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the whales were singing as if they were rejoicing yet only voicing that which whales do where the best store was for kelp and little things things that you and i would think as chit chat and actually a matter of fact but i heard from the tabloids that whale speak is where it's at from an off and on again covered addiction an almost resolved semi physical that escalated into a no win he wins situation which is where we...

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A HARSHNESS OF EXPRESSION IT IS THE WINDOW THAT SHOWS HIS POVERTY SHAMED HE DECIDES NOT TO LOOK IN EFFECT HE IS A DISREPUTABLE CHARACTER THE HARSHNESS OF HER GLANCE SHE DECIDES TO SPEAK FOOLISHLY TO FURTHER SEPARATE HERSELF FROM THOSE AROUND HER THE HARSHNESS OF HER HANDS SPEAK OF THE LACK OF CONCERN FOR HER BEING TIRED SKIN AND A MEAN LOOK THEY OFTEN EVER SMILE EVERY EFFECT...

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A decade at the helm of the true Church Of Christ, The Administration upholds the Lord's advice; Ten years of victorious stewardship of the fold, He leads each one of us to the road paved with gold. In the break of new dawn of September seven; The valiant guide was tasked by one God in heaven;...

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At Helm of Food Realm Heard husband and wife are at the helm, Regarding those found in the food realm; Dessert and dinner, Always a winner; Their outstanding cooking will overwhelm. Jim Horn Another poem about food....

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hell below the door post mast columns of chewed brevity nothing found heavy 8675309 this is the best part an olive fell into my Scotch the ham bone was roasting next to the sink Sahgur built his city on rock & roll the chief priest of the Agnostic front legend has it he was under...

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The helmsman sings a merry song: Haec est vera fraternas, and downs a cup of something strong, Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas. The sailors dance a lusty jig, forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig. Young princes and their ladies fair join in the drunken helmsman's air: Haec est vera fraternas. Commoners with nobles prance. Friars and laymen, how they dance! The jester sports a broken lance, a...

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Trump Hilarious at the Helm Trump is totally hilarious at the helm; With all his idiocy, he does overwelm; Damaged brain, Hard to explain, And has a malfunctioning cerubulum. Jim Horn...

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WHO IS AT THE HELM? Dr. Jim Martin When the path is unclear, And the way unsure, One is ever near Whose direction is pure. He knows the end before you ever start, Obstacles are minor things. Direction He will impart Infinite wisdom He brings. A decision is to be made Regarding Who will sit on the throne. Never this observation evade Do not choose to walk alone....

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Life in an instant, a blip A rockets fuel cylinders spent Through the vastness of time, a footprint In the grand scheme of things, just a dent Still unique to this planet, perhaps universe So self aware, blessing or curse To know you're so small, yet potential so great Live life with love, throw away hate Care for the poor, hungry mouths fill Don't...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees her face was more glistering than the night stars her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun! her dear dear tongue was wetter than the fishes of the ocean her eyebrows were more...

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My darling sat so sweetly like a contented woman her crown was knitted with topaz and pure glistering gold her succulent soft skin brought mad thoughts to his knees her face was more glistering than the night stars her lovable lofty hips eclipsed the sun! her dear dear tongue was wetter than the fishes of the ocean her eyebrows were more...

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