Short Helen Poems
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How she wears yellow! Big
bright ear-ring like a personal
sun that dazzles
a blue twinkle
in the corner of her eye.
Laugh at this grey town,
Dust lies thick; ragged trees
Streets lost—prairie seas
Unsoftened majesty
Wide streets end—wide earth begins
Sun sets; full moon-rise
Her “face could launch a thousand ships”
It was love at first sight as I watched her strip
Till her camel toe
Began to show
And I realized she didn’t have lips!
8/11/11
She sailed in beauty late at night,
Over the seas, together, ready for a flight.
He kissed her hard, oh luscious lips.
She knew not she had launched a thousand ships.
If you're looking for credit,
from me you won't get it.
My credit manager is Helen Weight,
so if you're looking for credit, go to hell and wait.
...um, I mean go to Helen Weight.
HELEN IN THE GARDEN
Something’s moving
In the grass green growth -
Meeting morning’s sunny face.
My little girl’s growing -
She’s planted there,
Showing more roots today
Her hips move with every twist
Shimmering frame, lissome belly
Slender and lithe, slithers like jelly
Looks so sweet on celluloid
A mischievous smile she carries
This Indian Cabaret dancer
Joyful lively yellow daisies were hard at play
Not minding the wind on this spring-like Thursday
Mount Saint Helen in the distance, drab and gray
Watched enviously as the daisies danced so gay
Let everyone be aware
of this prominent truth :
There is no eternal death,
no one dies forever!
If the body deteriorates,
the flesh of the spirit
it doesn't even putrefy in ground dust,
neither with time!
I look after a lady named Helen
Whom I bring roses by the gallon,
They make her smile
and feel better for a while.
Now her room smells like the very best salon!
19-11-2008
I like your wording, your thinking, your style,
But you make me hurt inside; albeit in a good way.
I ache to be in your company; my concentration is nil,
Just your presence makes me giddy,
But the hole in my heart, you definitely fill.
As if you are Helen of Troy
You are such a nasty playboy
You wear a beautiful mask
From dusk to dawn dawn to dusk
You hurt me with Cupid’s arrow
My life is now full of sorrow
As if you are deaf and blind
You can’t hear and read my mind
Helen's was the face that launched a thousand ships -
so wrote Christopher Marlow
to explain what spurred their haste to take that trip;
but, I would like to ask him though,
this poet and playwright, wise and knowing -
which way were they going?
Posted on 10th April 2014
Deaf and blind was Helen Keller,
Though she changed the world ,
Everybody respected her
for her each and every word
Helen Keller was deaf and blind
when she came to the Earth,
So let us all remember her
on the day of her birth!
HELEN
Helen; the light everyone wishes to have
Her complete joy sways our emotions
Endless and infinite hope she portrays
Leaving no stone unturned
Everyone with their habit, hers is unique
Never seen an angel? Meet her
Helen is indeed a rare useful treasure.
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Form:
You, beautiful one,
Aware of mind's inner space,
But travelling, thrilling to movement.
Tiny jokes and masked meanings
The place you played.
You undid models
Like a child making games,
The barrier behind unvisited.
Hold up your arms
And dance!
Death's not erased the past and
Is not the end of music.
Volcanoes erupts in
Three dissimilar ways
Spines on its hills
As gases run low
Lava down its slopes
Total destruction in its path
Fiery bursts of black ash
Burst through its mountain top
Ash fills the air with murky dust
Form miles away
Lava destroys neighboring life
Plants, Insects, animals, and people alike
Helen
©Ben Burton 5-11-15
A plane devoid of noises
Within a darkened cave
No words of consolation
Assuage the rants and raves
Awareness unattended
Has obfuscated will
But fluid through the fingers
Puts ink into the quill
She roars across forever
Four corners of the earth
The Alabama legend
Has made their voices heard
From the depth of the deepest ocean
to a mountain’s highest peak…
today’s blessing comes from Helen Keller…
who knows from whence she speaks..
And may we be blessed that in our life
Her words will play a part:
The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched
they must be felt with the heart.
Though from this world she decided it was time to retire,
Her words will continue to inspire,
Even where there is no church spire.
And around the world others will never tire,
Of words of wisdom, from this Devonshire,
As far away in NZ did she inspire.
She left us at the top of her game,
Passing without shame,
And leaving no words of blame.
Aware
I do not stand still much
Mostly I wait in silence
Known gardener
Roses adorn my cape
Wavy chips and a cake
Timid chirps
Only quiet trust
She screams in silence
Her voice is still
Major energy report
Holy Holy Holy
Echoes of stone
Unaware of her anger
We walk toward the edge
Waves smash into our nets
Our catch is rare
It screams in silence
Heaven-sent...my wife and best friend
Exuding uxorial elegance and grace
Lovely in every way, shape and form
Emanating within her, a radiant light
Natural beauty. A sweetheart of a human
Submitted for...
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
Date: 01/13/2020
Helen is a Greek name meaning "Light"
Date written: 07/19/2019
she came too me from another solor system in the sky without her love i'd probally die.pretty and blonde as can be i knew she was for me immeditely!their kind of love never dies and soon she will bear a child!i wish she'd take me now but this life is a test,love god or burn like the rest!the great spirits jesus and god sent her too me she sets my heart free for all lifes agony!
The *****.
Mightier than the sword?
Flaccid ruler overseeing
an asylum of nuts.
The blade may cut and thrust,
yet an organ driven
by lust
can inflict a
deeper scar.
Kingdoms lost in battle,
which would ne'er have been fought.
Herds of women,
Like cattle,
strive to bed the King.
For a ring.
To be his wife,
which alas,
rhymes with
Strife.
Let battle commence.
Methinks a scabbard victory.
Helen’s blind date had told her about his watermelon car.
She thought he was kidding, but he had gone too far.
He arrived to pick her up and she laughed until she cried.
Blind date ended up leaving her there with her cousin Cyde.
He was a nutbucket, Clyde told her. Blind dates are bad.
The next guy she was set up with was a suggestion from her dad.
He arrived wearing a plate of spaghetti on his head.
Helen said, I think I had better meet people in person instead.