by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
inspiration,
When Helen Keller was a child,
both deaf and blind, she acted wild
until her heart was helped to melt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
Sweet sights and sounds she knew not of.
She barely comprehended love.
In youth, a bad hand she’d been dealt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
A favored doll, dear Helen clutched,
yet things were nameless that she touched.
Words on her hand a teacher spelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
One day the young girl’s whole world turned.
Her heart perceived the words she’d learned.
With joy thereafter Helen dwelt.
Seen or not, beauty must be felt.
June 19, 2023
by Bartholomew Williams |
Categories:
absence, desire, longing, love, relationship, romance, soulmate,
I struggle nobly to describe my love.
Her voice! It calms my soul like peaceful dove.
Desire for her burns deep within my heart.
Her beauty shames a priceless work of art.
To be with her is much of my life’s joy;
I feel for Greeks who saved Helen from Troy.
I think about what life was like before;
Glad I’ve no other lover to look for.
Do I compare my love to starry night?
The countless lights that strive to be so bright?
Her grace and elegance cause me to sigh.
I am a better man when she is nigh.
To pass the time away from her is pain,
But worth it all when I see her again.
by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
candy, humorous, love hurts,
Chocolate Indulgences (20150129)
If I really had no choice but to divulge,
In mountains of chocolate I would indulge.
I'm not just taking about Snickers,
Reese's peanut butter cups, Butterfingers,
Or other grocery store sweeties.
I'm talking about the expensive stuff, most from oversea:
Fruit and nut bars from British Cadbury,
Milk molasses chips from local Mrs. See's,
Fudge Easter Eggs from domestic Helen Grace,
Belgian praline Sea Shells from Leonidas,
Belgian Cote D'Or bouche pralines,
And from Germany's Ritter Sport--EVERYTHING!
Wallowing in glorious chocolate, I'd be so pathetic,
If not for the fact, that I'm a diabetic.
by Charles Hice |
Categories:
history, imagination, life, love, mystery,
Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been
better. The battle of wills and wits between the two is engrossing, becoming
quite involved and very interesting. The lengthy dining room struggle alone would
make any movie worth watching - it is worthwhile even beyond the interesting
action itself, as it brings out aspects of human nature and human learning that
go beyond even Helen's own trials.
by Robert Davidson |
Categories:
dedication, inspirational, me, poems, thank you,
Helen, I love the poems you write;
They fire me up when I visit your site.
Some have been, an inspiration to me,
at a difficult time, when I've been 'all at sea'.
'Songbird' truly touched my heart;
'The Garden' kind of set me apart.
'My Prayer' brought hope in a time of need;
'Music of Life' is fine indeed.
'Resurrection' well, that lifted me up.
'Walk of Life' filled my half empty cup!
'Nature Concerto' brought a breath of fresh air.
I'm so glad your poems are for all to share!
by Solomon Itsoghole |
Categories:
betrayal, character, desire, feelings, heartbreak, how i feel, love,
How looks thou love
That i see not, but desire
And never can hear or
Reach to touch and taste
As does Helen eludes me?
Why feign thy presence
As though the cool air
We can see and we do
Care to know of what
Substance it's composed
Or the waters of what
Contents made it so?
Where is thy abode
Then? Within the heart
Or strayed outside of it?
Who drives whose wits
And disguise itself?
Who is to be responsible
If thou hath Helen
And Helen is thee?
Show thyself now
If thou hath genuine that
I may know thee for real
But not without Helen
As with the wind and
Water we bother less
Of what they are but our
Breath and nourishment!
by Paul Curtis |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriendlove,
I don’t have a favourite,
I love each and every one
Whether happy or sad
Cheerful or glum
I love Grim Kim
And Moanie Toni
Henpecky Becky
And Naggy Maggie
I love Bella Stella
And Indie Lindy
Funny Honey
And Windy Cindy
I love Tarty Marti
And Burley Shirley
The Felon Helen
And that twirly girlie
I love Flabby Gabby
And Escapee Lee
Chardonnay Kay
And Meat free Fi
I love Prudy Judy
And Racy Macy
Pristine Christine
And Straight Lacy Tracy
by Black Eyed Susan |
Categories:
funny,
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
by Serge Belinsky |
Categories:
anger, character, conflict, death, death of a friend, i love you, women,
I think the truth is always right.
Duel, measuredly I do count my steps.
Tired eyes, yes, the night was sleepless.
I hope the God will not leave me in the wrong.
My opponent, accepted the challenge, did not blink.
Bustling I always respect the bravest.
Yesterday's evening among the tipsy revellers,
May come up today with fresh blood pouring out.
Helen,please forgive me, later you will understand,
The hot breath only the bullet can cool up.
The day begins, my time has come...
But the coming up evening, I hope, will be starry ....
by Abraham Tor |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, me,
Am not an aesthetic
poet.
I've no apollos
laurel in ode.
Too fragile is my
tongue to tell your
face;
For your look I dare
to speak.
Play me that
Amphion's harp
That in your mouth
dwells
For your sake I
shall be paris
For the Helen's face
you wear
I shall draw
Menelaus up again
To Trasimene Field.
I shall seek the
Delphian Oracle
That your heart I
may fathom.
Shall I employ Seba,
the questionnaire
That the discretion
of your choice I
win.
Sorania, my Helen
I am Ovid to his
Flea
And as jealous as
Oenon
Lead me to Venus'
chamber
And your dream I
promise be.
I stand by the
promise of Jephthah
To be your Romeo in
life and in death.
by Stephen Pennell |
Categories:
fun, romance,
Give me someone to cuddle and someone to snuggle
Someone that's no struggle to love and adore.
Someone that makes me chuckle, a true bundle of joy
My very own Helen of troy, she's the fairest of all
Give me a crackling wood fire, a candle light supper.
who's flames are reflected in her eyes
someone I can be eternally lost in her smile
for whom I would cheerfully die in her arms.
It's just a shame she's the hide and seek champ of the world .
by Glenn Ralph |
Categories:
love, heart, beauty, beauty, heart, love,
Your beauty eternal -
Hazel eyes aglow!
Windows to your soul -
Beauty not only external
Long, black, soft, thick hair -
None other so fair
My heart races when you're near
Your leaving, my greatest fear
Your body, like Helen of Troy -
Nations it could certainly destroy!
A heart of gold you possess-
Your soft, feminine hands -
I love to caress
Your neck, so supple, and smooth -
When I kiss, feels like a soft rose blooth
Your lips like crushed, red velvet
Their taste I daily covet
Zeus himself would beg to marry
But my love, you'd never betray or bury -
Your love for me, true and unconditional
Yes! Your Beauty is truly Eternal!
by Gregory Golden |
Categories:
imagination
Crush, kill and destroy
We must sack
The walls of troy
Booty for brave men, and
I, the greater love of Helen
by Earle Brown |
Categories:
childhood, inspirational, life, love, people, religion, god, god,
Nigeria,
your branches are broken
and burned
because of the two gods;
for having both
is one too many.
The first deemed
our nuisances are means of meager
children riding broomsticks.
Ignorance is a spread
for Helen and her four-nineteen.
In our branches are fruits
for tomorrow;
their faces, the suns on delta.
When they came
with Messiah,
a god and eyes to see
our branches with faces that shine
like suns on delta,
we were given a true name
but he came with them;
the one who is differing.
He came with Helen
and cursed your branches;
you can’t see the fruits in them.
A god can be used;
they are not that invincible.
by Steven Coleman |
Categories:
beauty, love, god, me, god, love, me,
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!
by Cameron Holden |
Categories:
love,
I once knew a lady who changed my life,
Before I knew her I was lonely and bitter,
We shared something special our love was rife,
She made me feel like an MLB home run hitter,
That special lady she stole my heart,
She was like an Indian Princess in days of yore,
Her face like the Mona Lisa a real work of art,
She will be spoken of like Helen of Troy from lore,
Hair like raven feathers Silky and soft,
Her eyes like sunlight through and Orcadian Malt,
When I laid eyes upon her my spirit leapt aloft,
And her perfect beauty to the heavens I did exalt,
So a phrase over used its better to have loved and lost,
Because love conquers all no matter the cost
by David Brown |
Categories:
humor, lost love, poets,
She told me she loved Pushkin
and yet somehow, she loved me
my gentle heart and purple prose
made her think of Mister P
Awash in florid idioms
and romantic imagery,
my modest little poems
drew this blazing star to me
For her, I wrote of Helen
and the conquerors of Troy,
for her, I wrote of passion
and of my unbridled joy
I poured my heart, my very soul
into each word and verse,
but genius is an albatross
of which I've not been cursed
Alas, I am no radical
and I'd never fought a duel,
so it wasn't long she saw my work,
provided little fuel
And so, the shadow of Eugene
eclipsed what I'd beguiled
and I retreated, as I would,
while Pushkin's ghost just smiled
by Wendy Lee Klenetsky |
Categories:
age, devotion, for him, husband, i love you, valentines day, wife,
A NOTE FROM THE WIFE OF A RETIREE
I couldn't buy you a Valentine's card 'cause we're always together;
whether in pouring rain or in freezing snow or ANY kind of weather.
You're with me on our "one day trips", or lunch time at the mall,
or overnight in A/C (THAT we love most of all).
You're right there at my doctor visits, or when I do my hair,
or when we visit the kids or folks-- Yep, you are ALWAYS there.
So now you know my dilemma, but my meaning isn't hard:
I'd rather be right by you , then buy you a silly card!
by Wendy Lee Klenetsky - 61 Helen Avenue - Freehold, N.J. 07728 -
wenbowl@gmail.com
by John Newlin |
Categories:
friendship love, lost love,
Helen
The face that launched
a thousand ships
smiled at me across the years.
Dark brilliant eyes
and perfect lips
reflecting in timeless mirrors.
Her poise, her grace,
her Grecian brow,
invaded my unguarded mind.
Lithe supple frame
so near somehow,
more intoxicating than the wine.
Ancient beauty,
yet so young;
the lure of fervor's afterglow?
Sweet liquid love,
from olive wrung,
forbidden fruit I dare not know.
My grape is too ripe
to suit the blend,
her heart lies beyond my zeal,
yet fair Helen
shall be sweet friend
and ever my Achilles heel.
by Edoja Faith |
Categories:
allusion, depression, sad love,
Romeo is dead and juliet has followed
left me in tears and my heart do hollowed.
Jack has died and rose has dried
making my eyes watery
with no one to have them dried.
Paris triggered the fall of troy
stealing Helen, farest of sparta's toil
this nursed the war of trojan
inevitable, dem no fit dodge am....
Orpheus and eurydice
-it has a tragic end-
cleopatra and mark Anthony
-it has a tragic end-.
Tristan and iseult
- it has a tragic end-.
Napoleon and josephine
-it has a tragic end-.
Bonnie and clyde
-it has a tragic end-.
Even that broken hearted reading this
knew that now love always has a tragic end.
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love, sea,
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.
by Liam Mcdaid |
Categories:
romance, romantic,
sweet honey
falling from the lips
you are my angel
who wears the crown
touched so deeply
in the scent
of jasmine
with a beautiful heart
holding out
to you a rose
crowning of dreams
rolling the words
in a daisy chain
floating in the mind
out younder
beyond wonder
if i could
dance the dance
in a far away
distant shore
i hold you
under the moon
like helen of troy
walk the walk
softly in gentleness
holding hands
in beauty
sink a thousand ships
a lover's dream
falling softly in the clouds
with the silver lining
lost the sparkle
afraid of love
hurt and injured
a lonely heart
will forever whisper
unconscious dreams
all alone
your solitaire
i sparkle
in loves skin
by Kim Van Breda |
Categories:
love, mythology,
VENUS VELOCITY
the mighty Aphrodite
flaunts her voluptuous
Venus Velocity
a beauty of note
with potential to
transform and
emote
she even outdid
Helen of Troy
but alas…
Prince Paris
chose Helen
which started a
war
her symbol the dove
a peace offering
which is odd
as she controlled
and manipulated her
love
Venus Velocity
which leads us to
life’s truthful sting
looks are and always
will be
everything
© Kim van Breda—10 February 2015
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
loneliness, son,
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched -
they must be felt with the heart."
Helen Keller —
American Author
born on June 27, 1880,
died on June 01, 1968
I walk through in sullen silence, sadness,
In tears, down the hall and forsaken rooms.
Chime. A text note on my phone from my son,
Good morning mom, how are you? I love you.
11/7/2019
"Blessing of writing to change the spirit."
by Helen Johnson |
Categories:
lost loveheart, heart, love, i love you,
MY heart is in need of love from you, from the one whom i love
and adore so much.
In the time that "I get i shall be by your side through the mid-night
storms till the day of bloom and growth.
Boy I love you so much that i cant let you go cause you'r all that
I am, you'r all that I have that fills that empty space in my heart with
a lot of love that I want to unravel
with you my king but yet my heart is in need of love from the one whom
I love and adore so much.
THE END
WRITTEN BY: Helen Rosa VonCille Johnson