Helms Poems | Examples

Jukebox

Jukebox- that era passed.
Joyous time to be shared;
Just records that made us
Jump and swing to music!
Jailhouse Rock by Presley;
Jingle Bell Rock by Helms.
Jamming with happy feet!

Glowing Mansion

Written: August 28, 2023
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In the low yellow glow of the moon above,
rests in the quiet, draped in a peaceful love.
A lamplit house, its windows softly aglow,
Whispers secrets only the night will show.

Over the velvety gloom, the moon casts a soft view.
Illuminating the world with a soft, golden hue
And in this ethereal glow, a tranquil scene,
Where the quiet resides, in a love serene.

In the low yellow glow of the moon above,
The quiet sits enveloped as a hushed dove.
Silence helms supreme, as if time has frozen.
The world outside fades, momentarily chosen.

The lamplit house, a sanctuary of solace,
Embraces tired souls fleeing the chaotic colossus
Within its walls, secrets are kept.
In the low yellow glow that softly crept

The moon, a faithful companion in the sky,
Casts its light upon the land and sways
And in this gentle, luminous embrace,
The quiet finds solace in a peaceful space.

 In the low yellow glow of the moon above,
The quiet finds solace, a respite from the noise.
A haven of serenity, where troubles dissolve,
And the world outside seems to pause.

Crimson Majesty

Written: June 25, 2023
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In the forest grand tapestry, behold the maple tree,
Its branches outstretched in a regal mantle, bold and free.
Ravishing in its autumn gown, it steals the breath away.
A symphony of colors on this enchanted day.

The geranium sheen of scarlet petals, fiery and bright,
Illuminates the forest with a passionate light.
Such as a majestic lion with a flowing golden mane,
The maple stands proud, untouched by time disdain.

In the gentle breeze, its leaves dance and sway.
Whispering secrets of the forest, dusk, and day.
Each branch is a brushstroke, painting a florid scene.
A masterpiece of nature, where pageantry fits in.

The maple's crimson hue, a symbol of love and desire,
Draws all eyes to its beauty, igniting a fire.
In the forest grand tapestry, it helms supreme.
A regal presence, a majestic dream

As the seasons alter and their colors transform,
From vibrant reds to golden hues, a visual storm
But through it all, the maple remains steadfast and strong.
An emblem of resilience, where nature's wonders belong.

The Last March of the Elves

I’ll tell you a story you won’t forget
Of deeds of valor and fame
Of battles won and forces met
While distant seekers watch with fear
And armies flee in shame

What news travels home on the wings of birds
Of loved ones gone out to war
And of enemy horses spurred
Great battles foretold by the oldest seer
They march from tales of yore

Far off by the scouts was sighted and seen
Armies led by elven kings
With golden helms and lances keen
With faces sad and wreathed in tears
Of them this tale will sing

Great honor was won on that fateful day
And heroes rose and fell
But cold and still the elves did lay
The elven armies did disappear
Now no longer ring the bells

A tale of sorrow for a saddened world
In which we live today
A legend of blood and tears swirled
A song that to our hearts is near
As elven riders speed away

Sailboat Mountain

Percolating from the dream... 
this time its sail boats (three of them)
making their way up a mountain pass
brightly colored sheets swallowed by clouds
that could be mistaken for seagulls..
The incline is nightmarish steep
can't tell if there's anyone at the helms
the pass is soundless-a passage profound.


I can't see what's at the pinnacle 
that's where the percolating stops...
maybe just a shipyard of cracked boats
a pile of rocks that dream in tombstone.
perhaps God kneading a clap of thunder... 
I've been dreaming of mountains lately.
maybe it's time to start climbing.

When Need Be

When need be
violence must be scripted without diction
the whole agly truth must make the pugent
In our world, need I say third
peaceful matching is an obscure tale, abominable by all jurisprudence
Headlines score cards for gallows humor, wrecking havoc makes for the highest bidder

World peace would only hold, when we're all a piece
when court rooms are too fair to be courted by hideous grooms
and the jury rejects quotations from below the helms

The things we do for justice sake, we willing to die for, fight foes, just to close case
You bet only a fly knows the pain of dying young, but it takes a week or two to give the niche a new look

The platoons, drawn by hefty promises to their payslips, our encounters at Tom Mboya are nominated for overtime
Sling shots might come in handy, don't take your chest to a gun fight
the loot is the down payment, break the tablets, pin it on Moses
No stones are to be left unturned, graphics are touch stone inspired

Better still,
thirsting to score touch down before dawn
steal the rail line at the Kibera sector
Only then
Will they take care of you and I

67 Anno Domini

Written on papyrus in the presence of different entities,
Thousands words written in Egyptian on a stone slab laid cryptic piece,
Dreaming realm of hallow wrath plague ridden disease,
Helms, spears, and tyrannical vengeance no apostle increase,
If the missions complete and the village is piled with burning deceased,
Then dear Nero let us move out and head on east,
For Gaul is in line, Germania is stuck with a barbarian decrease,
Mongolians are circling the river as the Goths retreat, 
Growling lions, eagle insignia, war drum my heart beat, 
Never falter, never fail, we die before we face defeat,
Bleeding feet on the pinnacle of this mountain surrounded with only sick to treat,
Macedonians upon ruination  looking to Jerusalem to find the weak, 
Holding back while we are cut off without a bite to eat,
A two prong pincer maneuver cutting off supplies while we sleep, 
It will always be blood upon blood ravage savage feast, For when we die is the only time we will truly know peace.

(2017)

Reverse

Today, I reversed my clock
turned it backwards
like counter clockwise
changed the numbers on the face


To wind back the days
to undo the ways
To come back upon a place
that is forever in my memory

Was then I had a thought
into the other realms

Of a new kind of world
to take back the helms

One where we get good for the good
and bad gets bad for the hold
Turning us back
to never get old

Its a new way of thinking
a new kind of time
a new kind of longevity
a new kind of rhyme

a new kind of discovery
a new kind of feeling
a new kind of reality
a new kind of healing

When we change how we think
and our thoughts in that line
Its a secret I know
of this wave of the sine

The planet turns counter clock wise
The solar system turns counter clock wise
The galaxy turns in proximity of that

The highest of leaders
all knew of this chat

And this is how they got us all turned wrong
we've been misled 
for time does not exist
its only behind
And its in the written mysteries
That only we can find
if we only learned to think with our 'own' mind.

Firefighters Creed

FireFighters Creed:

Alarms screaming.
Birds singing.
But her heart was bleeding.
I held her as she died.
CPR couldn't revive.
How could I save what God wanted taken 
away.
Is this how God repays ?
Maybe if I was a minute earlier.
If I didn't take that extra time getting out 
the drive.
I would of been able to save this young girls 
life.
It haunts me every night.
Pictures of her in the last moments of her 
life.
I was pulled away by my fallow brothers in 
arms.
Brothers with the FireFighter emblems on 
there helms.
Tears roll down my face.
First time is the worst is what they all seem 
to say.
But should a 17 year old boy be here in the
first place.
I look in the mirror when all these Questions 
race in my brain.
mocking me, Judging me, pointing, laughing, 
calling me names.
"Great good job Jess letting her die"
"Well god damn what a terrific guy"
I know it was my choice to enter the service.
But I wish I could of lived a bit first.

-Written By Jesse Gillibrand

Grace

Glimpse beyond looks to inner glow,
Glimpse a fond book that helms fine show.


Reap a nice feel as grace heals pain,
Reap peace that thrills the dance of  gain.


Ask to be good in any chime,
Ask for clear mood in space and time.


Come nearer now to a new day,
Come chance the how to cast fond say.


Explore the gist of cheer as such,
Explore the list as truth strokes touch.




Leon Enriquez
12 October 2015
Singapore

Jousting Robots

Two jousting robots

In their purple helms

Red and blue carpets

Cling to the kings they serve

And serve themselves indeed

Two jousting robots

Fly forth with self poisoned thrusts and

On noble burros they ride

Side stepping the sharp jabs

Half heartedly fought

Shame and glory shared

With sly elephantine smiles

Battles fought for themselves

Royalty drowned in their own coffers

the public starving for blood

and the dried crumbs dropped

by these feigning knights


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I often view politicians in this light. They care not for the people they serve and we often only distinguish between them by their sigil.

Side note: why isn't politics or government a category on here? do we truly have nothing to say about it?

Merlion City 6

A FOND TRIBUTE:
(TO OUR OLD-GUARD LEADER)


Visionary leader who forged our way
In your twilight years kind humour attends
A little red-dot that works sanguine play


Once upon a time history did stray
A city state found dire straits in harsh trends
Visionary leader who forged our way


A man's decisive stance framed light of day
A vision aligned our bold action plans
A little red-dot that works sanguine play


It's easy to ask but so hard to pay
Our modern day culture defies intent
Visionary leader who forged our way


No one can truly understand your sway
Our stress and strain and ample discontent
A little red-dot that works sanguine play


A bright new team helms the future array
May fate be kind as we go round the bend
Visionary leader who forged our way
A little red-dot that works sanguine play


Leon Enriquez
16 Mar 2014
Singapore

Unwaivering

Alone, we sit.
The silence of words
best left unspoken
drowns out 
the din
of busy, bustling
people. 
Coming, going,
chatting, and laughing.
Living just outside
of our small
plane of reality.
They cannot perceive
the fervent thoughts
we share.
Only our eyes speak,
and voluminously. 
Darting
and flashing,
fleeing
and chasing. 
Caged fireflies
frantically searching 
for a way out
of their jars. 
Their eyes do not see 
the light behind
the glass of ours. 
Only we know
what to look for.
We see the light
in one another.
Only we know,
the meaning in our,
outwardly, blind stares.

In the moment,
in our minds, we are
perched at the helms
of raucous trains of thought,
careening, on ramshackle tracks,
towards one another.
Unable and unwilling
to change direction or pace.
The world whizzes by
in streaks of grey.
A small white light ahead,
all that catches the eye.
And so, we stare straight on.
Excited and terrified.
Anticipation shakes in my fingers,
but they do not leave the throttle,
rushed breaths shake my body,
my heart shakes with it. 
A whistle sounds.

And so, we sit
seemingly unmoving,
tangibly quite,
tranquilly
awaiting the crash.

The Last Muse

Certainty waits in caves, lost and found, in modern sites,
Where chaos helms the deep layers of dimensional light;
Far, in May's cool autumnal nights,—her footsteps trek
A prism of thought,—constellations tracing her back.
I was studying the key that she left me in dreams.
Shape the stars; by her vague, distant words, all what it seems.

These visitations, we've shared, give of a bluish flame
Burning now! Crude demons quake before an honest name!
No loss, in air or shallow waters, can try defer,
Or now declaim! of the hidden world we now prefer.
Written in a destiny I found searching her eyes'
Brown sand, the truth of a shared dream never fades or dies!

Last night! We saw the old stars die and fade to nothing.
Only tarnished nickel and broken gold were touching
The throne of my beauty's soul, from the base of her neck
To the white, heated slope of her breast, till my lips met,
With my warm silver water of stars at last reborn,
This Muse's softly beating heart,—and new life was formed.

So come again! and never leave now, my bed of yours.
Smooth as this world we'd always been destined to create,
In you,—I have seen the eyes of this new child of ours.

Sky's Limit

See up there the crest of heaven
Cast aside the earthly realms
Touch black, scorched and engraven
Earth again, rocket down, ready helms.

Did you seize divinity past sky's limit?
Erasing gravity with your metal falcon
Limitless physic forces as you rim it
This invisible barrier a vacant balcony

Unhappy with these bonds upon us
Seeking outward bounds of new worlds
Scorching reality with rocket fuels fuss
Welcome back to Terra-Firma boys
Is it still you?
Houston... we have a problem.

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