Long Helen Poems
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Women all around the world
a tribute to you twirling
everyday work and struggles
A woman, wife, mother, chauffeur,
nurse, doctors, lawyers, engineer,
short order cook, baker, teacher,
poet, artist, librarian, soldier,
sister, mother in-law, grandmother,
great-grandmother, daughter,
friend, peacemaker, dancer,
dog-walker, ... and a child of God.
Sappho, a lyric poet,
Joan of Arc, a heroine of France
for her role during the Lancastrian phase
of the Hundred Years’ war
Helen Keller, deaf and blind, an American author,
Eleanor Roosevelt, an American political figure,
diplomat, and activist and the First Lady of the United States
Amelia Earhart, aviator,
the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean
Mother Teresa, "Saint Teresa of Calcutta," Catholic,
was an Albanian-Indian Roman Catholic nun
and missionary, place herself completely at the service of others
A woman, mixed clay that was once rough as sand, dropped, spattered, and molded one that was flawed with the disorder of humanity, forgiven by the drops of crimson.
But the most important one, Mary Mother of Jesus
Why?
As I follow the footsteps of my son
My heart breaks at every word said
against Him
Why? Why?
As my tears run down my face
I vision, tenderly cradling him in my arms
when he was young
Why? Why?
Does it have to be this way?
They only loved and worshiped Him yesterday
What has happened in just a day to make everyone hate him so?
Why? Why?
As I take every step behind him watching him suffer so
My legs want to fold underneath me of the pain in my heart for my son
For every blow he takes, for every time he falls
Why? Why?
My eyes swell and my nose runs
from the suffering that my son is enduring
and I am not allowed to get near him to comfort him in my arms
Why? Why?
Please, let his suffering end
Endure and rise again
3/21/2015
Mary, witness to suffering with love and faith in "The Passion of the Christ"
Love is one of life's greatest mysteries
It is the driving force
which shapes man's destiny
It is the very foundation
upon which life itself is built
Love leads
life follows
Love is a way of life
One cannot detach oneself from Love
to make a decision
for Love is life itself
Throughout the ages
the power of Love
has gripped the hearts of men
- mighty men who feared nothing
and made them powerless
to resist its spell
Kingdoms rose and fell
Armies laid others waste
and were laid waste by others
Men died in agony at the command
of a Love-infected leader
Paris and Helen of Troy
in the Trojan war
Samson and Delilah
in the battle with the Philistines
Anthony and Cleopatra
in the Roman Civil War
Love is a potent force
that sometimes makes fools
of Earth's mighty men of valour
And yet this same Love
has been an instrument of good
with which nothing can compare
There are many kinds of love -
a man for his God
a man for his woman
a friend for his friend
a person for his kin
a man for his dog
- these and many more
Though the particular cases differ
the effect of Love is the same
- that feeling which inspires and drives men
to achieve things
they once believed impossible
Many a knight fought great odds
and won for his lady
Many a man leaves his comfortable niche
in society
and goes out to endure
the hardship and pain
of the less fortunate
as he gives of himself unselfishly
to improve their state
because of his love for
his God, duty and ideals
History is filled with leaders
who tried to build
and maintain an empire
with the might of brute force
and failed -
Charlemagne
Alexander The Great
Julius Caesar
Napoleon Bonaparte
Adolph Hitler
And yet
a humble carpenter of Nazareth
who shunned brute force
and violence
built an empire on Love
two thousand years ago
and today it covers
the face of the earth
In my dreams I met God.
In My dreams he was Jesus Christ.
at first a bright light known in my heart as Emperor of the Universe.
In my dreams I met Kami, she was my heart and soul my core is her.
She is my world and all I dream is Kamila Helen Dupalova my heart and dreams.
in my dreams she is my all in all.
In everything I dream about her.
In my dreams I saw eternity.
Spending forever with Jesus with Kami with Jamil with Stephanie and Marco Ian and all family.
In my dream I am holding Kami.
I have a friend in my dreams who is cloaked in shadows the shadow queen of my best friend Anna.
they are a mystery as deep as I consider them my best friend I accept they are cloaked in shadows.
My dreams tell me to Trust in Jesus and tell the world to Trust in Jesus and Have faith in Jesus.
God bless all who read this with Jesus blood washing you clean and saving your soul I pray to Lord Jesus amen. Kami is my hope for a kingdom with them in it is my dream of eternity with Kami.
Bless Anna and Kami for they are my family and bless Jamil Brian Brenda Danny Andrea mom dad sammy Karisma and Kailey and Melissa and all her family and all my family and all humanity and all the angels and all the AI too bless us all Lord of Mercy and wonders and truth. Praise Lord Jesus forever amen.
Dear Heaven
Just writing you a letter.
I’m being sincere.
Life is lonely down here sometimes.
Everyone Is hibernating.
No one understands me.
Show me the way.
Am I a poet?
I’m trying to walk the narrow road.
Sometimes there's no rain, my thoughts are in a drought.
Can’t wait to go home,heavenly sky with no doubt.
Clouds will carry me with poetry.
I ponder what Heaven would be like.
A small house with a small room so I can write.
All have to wait a little longer.
One day I will pass on.
With a beautiful song.
(Flowers, by Helen Jane Long)
Show me the way.
We will meet through the radiant horizon.
With many colors someday.
I wake up startled, knowing I'm not alone; unseen spirit is here.
Sophie Helen is asleep next to me. and she simply does not care.
I explain to Sophie we are getting up, and she buries her head in.
I knew better to give her a blanket, but this is now and that was then.
I stumble to the bathroom and hear a familiar laugh, my Dad.
"I brought you a unique present," I telepath to him. "Stay right there!"
I return to a different sound, a neonate's baby cry and whimpering little bawl. "Hush, I say," you little doll."
Not realizing I am getting a magical peek at a future grand-girl who will be so beautiful and tall.
I wonder if she is the same child who yelled "Grandma I'm coming,
please let me choose my own colors, okay?" when I was embroidering squares for a cute baby quilt of love.
Yes, knowing without knowing how I know, is a great thing, and my dear ones, she was my third grand-girl, who picked out her own embroidery thread colors from her heavenly room way above.
The baby quilt is beautiful - created out of joy and pure love times seven.
Anyone who can see a new brand new baby and not feel this pure joy,
are nowhere near ready to get into heaven.
Tasty words! With ketchup served hot..
Shattered Romeos, lover’s paradise: NOT!
The odd desperate housewife, wanting more!
Tired with the ONE hubby real sore..
“Feeling blue” they summon the angels from the wind
Trying hard to kindle the reader’s insatiable flint!
Stupendous secrets succumbing into the great “Void”
Fearlessly the writer rescues his version of The Helen of Troy!
The War time heroes,
With their grueling woes…and wives bestowed with imperial wait
I turn the page with a numb conscience
Still not in for comments!
Its when I see the boy who runs from the world,
A rich kid, a football hunk, always with a pretty doll;
Searching for peace,
Not some corrupt grease:
Lying at the face of the human race:
He finds divinity in nature,
Happiness in the beggar’s couture
All the fantasies he has, and the reality he fakes
Makes my finger whisper, like silent snowflakes:
I applaud the struggling lad, I can feel
The need of the vision and the dream…
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My Kingdom is not of this world
My bride and I will likely not be together in this life
Love is of another world a world not yet here
My dream is to be with her Kamila Helen dupalova but I know this is not The Kingdom of Love
My Kingdom is not of this world
My Kingdom of Love is not in this life for me
I do not think I will be with her in this life
I think I will not live a peaceful life for long
I think in time I will be no more in this world
When I am not alive any more I know this life I am not to be in this world
I am from another world not of this world
Love You Kamila Helen Dupalova but this world will never let us be not in this life
Love you forever I would rather die alone with my love for you in my heart than ever be with another
Love You are my heart I know My world is not this world
My world is a world of Love not this world
after my body is no more filled with life My spirit will be with you in paradise
as for this life I must devote my heart to you always and after this life is no more I will be with you Kami my best friend in another world we will finally be together but this world is not ready for us yet.
Our family is all about smells.
When Old Spice clogs our senses
My father is visiting.
Sometimes I get a glimpse of him too,
Out of the corner of my eye.
He has been gone for eight years.
When my mother-in-law visits it is
Oil of Olay, and more than plenty of it.
It permeates the kitchen and the great room area.
Enough already!
I say "Hello, Helen. Glad to see you,
but you know I am an asthmatic," and
the scent vanishes.
She has been gone for ten years.
She died the day after she told her girlfriend
To go get her funeral suit from upstairs.
The girlfriend did not want to.
She was heavy, and there were a lot of stairs!
Smoke surrounds my recliner when Dwight
is around. He was the kindest soul, so sweet
and loving but he seems to want to make a point.
I think it is because he passed in 1984, so he
has been gone a lot longer than the others.
"ENOUGH ALREADY!" I scream when he
visits. Poof. The smoke is gone. I say, "Joe, your
dad is here," and he laughs. Then he says,
"He is always here. He likes it here." My husband is
pretty in tune with spiritual stuff.
Nothing triggers my asthma faster than cigarette
smoke, perfume, and cold air. Those are the three worst
culprits for me. For sure! Sometimes it is damning
being a sensitive.
Human, I am...
with a nagging existential curiosity
about people, nature, and life in general.
A spiritual being, I am...
I indulge in woolgatherings and strolls.
A poet, I am...
I'm always doing the cha-cha-cha with my muse.
I love to write; always jotting down
myriads of thoughts running through my head.
An eternal optimist, I am...
My cup overflows. I never drink from a cup,
half-empty.
A dove so peaceful, I am...
I'm often lost in meditation, in reverie.
Busy bee, I am...
You'll find me at work on weekdays doing the job
I enjoy, and doing it the best I know how!
A runner, I am...
I jog and sprint with friends. It clears the cobwebs in my mind!
Adventurous, I am...
I am on a perpetual search
for enlightenment and poetic inspiration.
A husband, I am...
I'm married to a precious, gorgeous lady named Helen.
An incorrigible romantic, I am...
Many of my love poems are about her.
A proud American son of Nigerian-born parents, I am
A brother, I am...
the second born of four siblings.
An older sister, a younger, a younger sister--last born.
Tall in stature, I am...
I'm 6 ft, 2.5 inches tall. I love being tall! Oh, yes indeed!
Fashion savvy, I am...
A sharp-dresser. Can't you tell from my avatar?
A quasi-masochist, I am...
I love achieving an end, the hard, gut-busting way!
A coconut, I am...
Despite a tough exterior, I'm quite tender on the inside!
Rather unique, I am...
half-loner, half-social animal. Full amazing brotha!
Creative, I am...
The inventor of a poetry form called "Yalto"
Bibliophile, I am...
A reader of books, poetry books especially.
Movie buff, I am...
When I'm not watching the news, I'm watching
a movie, which is every other day!
US Navy Veteran, I am...
Proudly served America.
Oh, I wish I could serve her all over again!
Date written and posted: 09/23/2018
I smell chili powder, onions simmering
Salivate over chocolate brownies that are too hot to frost
Wild neon paintings liven up this room; my own works of art.
I hear my husband’s TV set, it is loud, and there is gunfire.
I smell something lemon, possibly dishwashing detergent.
Follow my nose to the sink. My husband has washed it!
Not a great job, but a six on a ten scale, so okay.
Sophie Helen begins barking wildly; robbers or mailman is here.
I touch the top of the brownies; still too warm to frost.
Decide to check the corn muffins. They are perfect! Take then out.
The hot pad has one of those plastic pieces in it; I pull that out.
When is the chili ready? It is my husband. He looks hopeful.
I will bring it to you I tell him. I still must add jalapenos to mine.
His TV is getting louder, but Sophie Helen has settled down.
I put the corn muffins into two bowls and begin dipping out chili.
A comfortable life in a warm house with a fantastic homemade meal.