helmet streamers white
illuminated earthshine~
show sun's c
o r o
n a
Giorgio rode his red Ducati to climb a mountain
without a helmet to protect the fragile brain
from damage, then all sirens started wailing
as if an earthquake or a hurricane were coming!
" They won't catch me because cars
can't ride mountains or steep hills,
they get stuck in between rocks."
A large crowd gathered below, they yelled,
" Don't crash into big trees and break your neck like Bill did;
your dad is furious about the terrifying news and brandishes
a leather belt. Cops get out of patrol cars but soon realize,
climbing will give them a heart attack and called it quits!
Riding without a helmet may cost a precious life anytime,
use your noodle: motorcycles are more dangerous than cars;
I've seen dead bodies across highways to be replaced by crosses,
don't be the next victim and be listed in the obituary of the Enquire.
Giorgio found his hiding place in a small cave,
where fat, chittering rats roamed and snakes chased them for food;
he shivered and called his mom, she never came
to rescue him: his fear was worse than wrestling an enemy in a feud!
Legend has it Long Ago
Inked in Papyrus through Scribes and Scrolls,
a Halo of Fire the Seeds Of Life
Blaze in Salvation, Hidden Beyond Sight
The Final Triumph over the Snares of Night
The Golden Helmet, Zin Uru Above and Beyond Plights
Mark Cliff had Mark Dundee told "Fcuk"
And rude hands shown for a "Let's bet!"
Driver Dundee of Heavy Truck
With rash armpits at all times wet:
A man one never told "You suck!"
He'd had to whip his own fed pet...
Further, one who would about muck,
After he had spread some bait net:
Whoop! A hard one on Cliff's head struck,
Just saved by a stubborn helmet!
It'd proved to be quite his God's luck,
And why a breathing Cliff was met...
he keeps saying it's
gonna
be a bumpy ride
but that's life
and all these spin-offs
about juggernauts
space fairies
and
helmets with no chin straps
riding in his
space cow
across the galaxy
i'm considering a chin-strap-beard
we are
one tonight
i explain to the human geography teacher
in the lounge
that i am a completionist
i don't just
watch some episodes, but finish the lot
he counters, "did you see every episode
of duck tales?"
the man is mad
i was explaining this at the
breakfast table
my wife pulled that electric chair face
but i consider
that it is better to
be adventurous than
cautious
my son takes another bite
of his jam on toast
and my wife
gives me those
ultraviolet light looks
she is our ozone layer
preventing
us from ripping apart
our
delicate
alveoli sacs
i am her wrinkly moon man
Your helmet on holiday
While on a highway
Will make Accident Demons busier
And a lot to the Devil easier,
Either party to fracture your skull
For man’s most feared call.
Blame-worthy of you confronting a bike’s gear
Without donning its defensive head gear,
Suicidal, your cycling round the urban
While choosing to not turban!
Helmet dangling on a bike’s handle
Makes same its unlawful wearer:
Some silly, unlawful death nearer…
A barefaced lighting of the Wrong Candle!
He stood still~
Eyes travel faster than a lightyear;
The many battles fought~
Still fresh in his mind~
The brilliance of his golden helmet
never fades~
Like the tenacity of his conviction
to fight and never surrender.
The man wearing the golden helmet
Must be also wearing a golden heart;
He must be a sweet husband
to his beloved..
and a protective father
to his only daughter..
He must be my father.
01.10.2021
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The Man in this enduring canvas titled Man in a Golden Helmet by Rembrandt and dated 1650, is a particularly captivating and meditative rendering of a time-worn face beneath a majestic, almost juxtaposing, helmet. The contrast illuminates the painting with a profoundly moving sense of time having passed, at once both sentimental and sentient. Admired by the Impressionists and portrait artists throughout the centuries.
Each day we need our armor for the fight,
to wage the battle from daybreak to night ~
protection to wield.
The struggle is against not flesh and blood
but evil forces; enemies of God
souls, the battlefield.
The belt of truth fastened, the strong breastplate
of godliness, gospel boots laced up straight ~
faith, our robust shield.
Wearing the helmet of his saving grace,
God's Word, the two-edged sword ready in place ~
His wisdom revealed.
Dark days are coming; pray and do not fear.
God's armor helps his people persevere ~
Satan's fate is sealed.
// Based on Ephesians 6:10-18 //
written 10 Aug 2020
Half-Orphaned - A letter to a son from a father in heaven
Dear Son,
Sorry!
to leave you half-orphaned
to abandon you with my death
Sorry!
for not picking you from school
for missing out on your football matches
Sorry!
to dump you and your mother with a financial crisis
to have you to see your mother cry every day
Sorry!
for not wearing a helmet that day
for not fighting back from death
Your Baba from Heaven!
Loud crack!
first thought, why did I not wear a ….
the word helmet does not come right away
or at all
Eyes float shut
Someone yells for me to open them
I am drifting
Want to rest
Face close to my face
commands me to stay awake
they get me to the hospital
prognosis not great
speech comes back
in spurts and sputters
long time healing
headaches severe
sometimes see an R
when I should have seen a 7
especially overwhelmed when
I am tired
Comes back in spurts and sputters
brain nothing to fool with
wear a helmet
written 12-28-18 Contest: Brain Brevity
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight
They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right
The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds
I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts.
I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield
I’ve never seen the kind angels and I have built
the ship to sail in land of Glory to seek and find
And maybe I will tell this story for famous Skald.
The morning’s giving me direction to be the One
I’m waiting so for satisfaction my will be done
I carry woes and pain and fury on peak of sword
I want to win I want it truly to be the lord.
I’ll share the blood without the weeping there is no choice
I hear myself that death is creeping I hear the noise
of battle and I kill with smile I’m tough as stone
I see the dead they stand like file I see the dawn.
I-t's a perilous world,
R-ugged wind makes one fret;
I-n the road of danger,
S-tart wearing your
H-elmet.
O-n Wednesday March fifteenth,
T-ricks of the enemies abound;
A-llow not your faith to fade,
B-ecause the Savior is around.
L-et the whole armor of God be taken up with conviction;
E-ven if the path is well-paved, wear the helmet of salvation.
We came upon a clearing
In the scattering of the town
Bomb damage as scenery
In this place called Caen
The village square we reach
Shell casings pepper the ground
Blood and spillage flows
War is all around
In the distance we hear
That the enemy are retreating
The losses our heroes
In this theatre of beating
The local school
Which had seen the worst
A tribute exists
Of the fallen first
In the debris there stands
His weapon of war
Upon it sits
The helmet he wore
This patriot
Of the land of the free
The Stars and Stripes
He will no longer see
As we continued our quest
To free Europe and beyond
So many solitary helmets
Will unify our bond
.
Inspired by:
She Who Once Was the
Helmet Maker’s Beautiful Wife.
Sculpture by Auguste Rodin
nude glory, she of uncrannied pelt,
stroked by many, might not know
she’ll sit erelong on stone as
wrinkled bronze
waiting yet to be touched.
muscle melts from bone,
hair, once auburn-splashed on brow,
turns colorless now and dull. Who sees
the girl with rose wine cheeks, the
prime of a daughter turned old?
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
April 14, 2013
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