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Helen Roberts Poem
Fairies are beautiful, right
Small and cute and sweet
Well, meet the big, fat fairy
with size 9 feet
The others all make fun of me
they glide where i stomp
they twirl and flit and glide away
and all I do is klomp
They wear such pretty dresses
all glittery and bright
I make mind from parachutes
to help me when I fly
Glitter trails follow fairies
all shiny and petite
mine is so big
I fall over it with my big feet
The others fly so prettily
they glide through the skies
I struggle to get off the floor
just battle to even rise
The others laugh and jeer
as I try to swirl and fly
but my bust is so big
I end up with two black eyes
So if you see a trail of glitter
don't think it's just a slug
it could be the big, fat fairy
so be kind and give me a hug.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2021
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Helen Roberts Poem
Getting Old
I used to look so young and slim
I could wear anything I chose
now I buy from tent shops
it's the only way to get clothes
I can't rise without a noise
the ground feels so far away
my bones creak and groan
as upwards I sway
These days I like to sit and read
before I could run and play
I would dance all night given half a chance
now I just sit and decay
My hair turned grey long ago
I nap now maybe twice a day
many things are different now
as I reach another birthday
But in my mind nothings changed
I'm still that young girl inside
a little wiser hopefully
just with a bigger backside
I see her in the mirror still
as I stand there and apprise
she's a little hidden now
but just gaze into my eyes
That's where the girl is still
who loved to party night and day
you only see my age now
but the girl is here to stay
Ok, maybe I'm slower now
but I can still party with the best
just have me home by tea time
so I can have a rest.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
Sometimes I get muddled
A little confused and mixed up
I come out with funny things
and make everyone crack up
My workmate spent thousands on IVF
I was explaining this one day
but my brain seemed to go absent
and I messed it up my own way
I told my friends about her
My brain was running free
I meant to say IVF
but said HIV!
A slight difference I know
but a couple of letters the same
I know I messed it up
but I made everyone laugh again.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
I love you little one
more than mummy can say
so why my baby child
do you often make me pay?
You're so pure and tiny
yet so loud and smelly too
all these years i never knew
all the different colours of pooh
I carried you for so long
I helped you grow and birth
I've bought you lovely things
and you'll never know the worth
I rise up at silly hour
before the birds awake
just to feed my angel
so why scream for goodness sake?
You may be a tiny baby
yet your voice can be so loud
you can't even speak yet
but I hear your voice above the crowd
Your pitch cuts through my soul
your smell can be so rank
the postman thought yesterday
we'd a leaky septic tank
When you're asleep
You're so beautiful and calm
I keep everybody quiet
so you'll sleep and do no harm
I love you my baby
but please consider me
I can't handle more screaming
and all the copious amounts of wee
I'll do whatever I have too
to keep you warm and happy
but please my darling baby
don't again fill your nappy
It feels like the 100th time
you seem to think it's a game
I've bought so many nappies
there's only you to blame
Please sleep my child sleep
for as long as possible please
don't make a noise or whimper
mummy's down on her knees
I need sleep too my child
I want to use the loo
and a long, hot bubble bath
would just be ecstasy too
Think of mummy darling
I know it's hard for you
but please my angel please
let me go to the loo.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
Dear readers, please dwell awhile
Sit here a moment I pray
I wish to speak a little
of what and how people say
Surely the ladies here
would wish it to be thus
if everyone spoke and acted
as if on Bridgerton, discuss.
The people are so polite
and the gentlemen treat ladies well
ladies are wonderfully courted
while the gentlemen visit a spell
Balls are held and people dance
even insults sound charming
the ladies get all of a twitter
when the gentlemen are disarming
Wouldn't it be wonderful
instead of how it is now
if everyone spoke like that
and everyone curtsied and bowed
As long as we still had women's rights
that would still need to stand
but every now and then
to have a true gentleman to attend
To be whisked away, in a beautiful gown
and be twirled around the floor
instead of sitting in a pub
and someone saying, 'fancy a lager poured?'
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
The squirrel this morning hid behind the wall but there was a bushy tail sticking up over the top. It was funny so I wrote this.
Every morning I throw out nuts
I like to see you and the birds
it makes me happy to see you there
enjoying them all beyond words
You sit on the stone wall
then run when I appear
you're so timid and shy
I won't disturb, not here
It's lovely to see you
little twitchy nose and all
you don't need to worry
you're so sweet and small
Fill up your tummy
enjoy all the nuts
leave some for the birds
the big ones may cut
It's funny when you hide
think I can't see you're trail
peek a boo little one
above the wall, just a bushy tail.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
There was a fat baker called Bill
whose store stood high on a hill
he lived down below
and when it would snow
he slid on a tray for a thrill.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2021
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Helen Roberts Poem
I was a Holistic Therapist
with oils and creams galore.
most clients were lovely
but some you had to ignore.
One came asking for 'extras'
which i answered with a threat
I said I'd throw his clothes outside
which I'm sure he would regret.
The thing that really bothered me
made me want to beat him down,
wasn't just the suggestion,
but he only offered me ten pounds!
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
All those photos and letters
from the past long ago
keep them safe my dears
so people in the future can know
They'll know how we laughed
how we cared and lived our lives
they'll see all our smiling faces
from going on country drives
They'll learn all about us
how we lived and thrived
all our family members
and how hard we strived
Our family history matters
not just to us my dears
to all those people in the future
who can learn from all our years
They'll learn how people lived
how we worked and played
family history matters dears
our lives never decayed
It shows people in the future
our happy times and sad
all our funny moments past
and lives led in times bad
They can learn from us you see
how to have great times
how to be as happy as us
over so many life times
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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Helen Roberts Poem
Across the glowing lake of night
To the stone rings of Telemador
There lived a fiery angel
Who took the Fae to war
She stood so tall and strong
and powerful was she
she set across some tall, dark beasts
as she led them to Taionwe
The mountains purple and huge
where the clippers lived aloft
Their talons sharp as knives
As at the Fae they scoffed
These ugly creatures thought they were best
their cruelty was well known
Their crunches could be heard from far
as they ate their enemies bones
The Fae stood strong, their bows in hand
as they faced this horrible foe
as the first arrow shot
it stood in the head clippers toe
They roared with rage
as they ran down to battle
the girl stepped forward to face
as the ground shook and rattled
The arrows flew as the girl shouted 'Fire!'
the clippers nearing more
the arrows hitting their marks every time
the clippers letting out giant roars
The Fae dodged around
shouting all the time
she used magic
to stop the clippers crime
They fell but more trampled over
their anger growing with every step
the girl shouted on the Fae
as forward they crept
The Fae's arrows in a crowd flew
hitting the clippers everywhere
they couldn't get close enough
as the Fae fought towards the enemies lair
The clippers saw no win was able
they wondered whether to run
They knew the Fae would never stop
that the battle was already won
They turned and fled towards their caves
as the Fae cheered with joy
they ran after the enemy
ready to destroy
They pushed giant rocks
to cover the clippers caves
so none escaped at all
and cheered as so brave
The Fae had won this gallant fight
their land again was free
They had shown their might
now danced all night with glee.
Copyright © Helen Roberts | Year Posted 2021
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