Short Helmet Poems
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I once road a bike
I had no tights
Or helmet with a light
I just road my bike
If I road a bike today
I would not wear any tights
That would mean
I was naked
Hilary hiccups had helped
Hilary Hellstrom hide the
Historic helmet at her
House in the Hamptons
But the Hamptons held
Hilary Hellstrom hostage
JANUARY 9, 2021
Bacon and eggs each morning his treat
Chocolate and candy and all that's sweet
No helmet with pedal
No seat belt to meddle
Making eighty years old was no easy feat
spokes of bike reeling
slow motion...mind rewinding
‘remember helmet’
straps it tight under his chin
premonition frightens him
1/27/2018
I have a seatbelt and a helmet in the loo
Eating chilli, precaution is a have to
With the flame from my rear
It was any mans fear
The G force in a spit second was zero to mach 2
Helmet of Salvation
Breastplate of Righteousness
Belt of Truth
Shield of Faith
Sword of the Spirit
Shoes of the Gospel of Peace
Based on Ephesians 6:11-18
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
Hat
Big, small
Fit to wear.
Equestrian helmet
Ride to wear
'orse gaits
Capped
you can show
me bikini
you can show
me naked
but when i see
you wearing
your moto helmet
and with glasses
i start dressing
in layers to ask
would you like
to play
stripe
poker
Form:
My jowls are large
They make me look glum
I am not though
Said Viking Dog Hum
Where did you get your helmet?
Asked an inquisitive cat
I was born with it on
What do you think of that?
A crawling held a walled frame as passer-by beheld too
A football helmet and high school pennant encased against a wall
Tapestry of day shades painted wall of ledged held rolled flag.
someone’s baby boy
relishing in spring fever
motorcycle revs
looks hot in leather
should be wearing a helmet
chaps over blue jeans
someone's baby boy
tearing down busy freeway
motorcycle fever
Up the hill the cricket goes.
The ant queen, a helmet she bestows.
A stick as sword, a pebble as shield.
Leading a swarm over the field.
High hopes, ambitious pride.
Too bad, the little cricket died.
Helmet of Love,
Gloves of Apprehension,
Breastplate of Morality,
Sword of discontent,
We as a people are prepared for the worst,
But unprepared for the best,
Percieved as perfect,
But we, Perfectly flawed...
there is nothing better
then the feel of
speed on a motorcycle
the wind whipping
through tussled hair
the freedom of choice
to wear a helmet or not
and the occasional
slap on the face
by a passing bug
Heard it's good luck if a seagull poops on your head
Screw the good luck, should've worn a helmet instead
Nasty old peckers
Disgusting flying lechers
Gonna shoot 'em down with my bow and arrow I pledge
His greaves and helmet throne aside
The clang of discard marked his ride
The lathered horse he stayed astride
Til clothed in but a sword and pride
He pelted through the countryside
Screaming wild invectivecide
At Luvalot who’d stole his bride
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
Out on the gridiron of God
Forward pass
Touchdown
You, the ball carrier
Born on the breath of Heaven
Over the end zone you fly
Always
Reaching the golden goal
A helmet of the sun
And shoes of angel wings
Play on forever
As the crowd goes wild
"ROBERT GOULET"
Robert Gerard Goulet'
Singing love songs 'twas his forte'
As Lancelot wore ornamental panache'
Kissed several Guinevere's with sexy mustache.
*panache' - helmet
*For Nathan's Yesterday's Clerihew Contest.
*Sept. 24, 2012.
My back to the warm wild wind
Onyx helmet on my head
Trees street mountains blend
On a cloud the sun is red
Riding with my Harley crew
Carolina is our destination
Yes where the sky is blue
Cardinal song a celebration
Like them on we fly too
Engines roar as we soar
Fire and Light, Elijahs Creed
Of Lightning and Thunder, Progeny
Riding Ruby Wings that Gleam Supreme
Armored in Faith, Grace, and Majesty
Gryphon Sealed
The Solar Crest for the War Helmet and Battle Shield,
Feet Shod in Gold and Fleece
Head High, Thus must be Elijahs Steed
The Light Of Truth, Know that God is Within You
The Holy Sceptor, The Nectar of the Sweetest Fruits,
Soul Perfection is the Resurrection
Salvation, We're all Destined for this Blessing,
Conquer the Mind, The Helmet for Transgressions
Conquer the Veil, The Sword For The Heavens
old horn
new age begins
hands turn the cycle back
as men to old tribes is inclined
the bright new iron, the axe, the helmet
those swords of yesterday arise
weary world turns again
to a past world’s
old horn
03/09/13
By Tahera Mannan
For Nette’s Just Nine Lines contest, visual 2
Hands on bars
Foot shift
Wheels custom
Seat smoothed shape
Saddle bags filled
Teardrop tank
Filled with fuel
Gage reads oil and fuel
Speed 0 to 60
Headlight on
Blinker clicks
Helmet smoked black
Kickstand down
Key in ignition
Ready to go
No Motorcycle License
That’s a no, no
You cannot tell Me
not to run
just because My shoelace is undone.
Do You not remember
that the time We rode Our bikes
Together,
it was My helmet You borrowed?
Tell Me not Your concerns
when You care not of Mine.
For it is too late now,
the race has begun
and I am almost finished.