Helmet Poems - Poems about Helmet

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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Into the midnight cold he rides; a chance travel, on the wild side; this is the vision, that always repeats, whenever I think about that curvy Rockford Street. Alone he travels on his way home, until a mystery sends him flying into the air, and has him crashing into the ground far from the road....

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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...

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