MissHelenaGrace - Hello Poetry

Madam of marvellous Amazing pure adulterated allure Raunchy and riding your veins and creating the **** seductive confidence we hide from the day , its like Madam turns from drab to fab Tonight , a true , trendy femme comes out to play . Iconic intoxicating Naughty , nice which side of the coin to be Innocent ? no pure sass Martini can be ***** , saucy yet all bubbly and fruity Espresso electric energy Madam of mystery and marvel She can be the the classic girl everyone can rely on or she can be a **** star everyone wishes to try for them selves Is he an innocent maiden or ready to find her cheeky flity , embrace the fire , the pure powers of the female seduction? Is she a plain Jane by day and hint of pickle spice by night 1am comes , shoes off wondering the streets looking for comfort and reminisce the charming , fierce flame she becomes with a martini in hand What a special thing , but is it her vice or medicine ? Martini miss martini is now a women of marvel and class

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Nov 11, 2025

Nov 11, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

Martini

Madam of marvellous Amazing pure adulterated allure Raunchy and riding your veins and creating the **** seductive confidence we hide from the day , its like Madam turns from drab to fab Tonight , a true , trendy femme comes out to play . Iconic intoxicating Naughty , nice which side of the coin to be Innocent ? no pure sass Martini can be ***** , saucy yet all bubbly and fruity Espresso electric energy Madam of mystery and marvel She can be the the classic girl everyone can rely on or she can be a **** star everyone wishes to try for them selves Is he an innocent maiden or ready to find her cheeky flity , embrace the fire , the pure powers of the female seduction? Is she a plain Jane by day and hint of pickle spice by night 1am comes , shoes off wondering the streets looking for comfort and reminisce the charming , fierce flame she becomes with a martini in hand What a special thing , but is it her vice or medicine ? Martini miss martini is now a women of marvel and class

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Are We Just a Repeating Record? We are the timeless tales of the turntable, romantic vinyls, a treasure to collect, just like our stories and memories along the cycle of life. Vinyl romance, a timeless aura of grace, Caressing speakers, warming hearts, a gentle kiss upon the face. Smokey, sultry sounds of yesteryear. History, a well-played record, always repeating itself. We all find our pace and our journey, just like the three speeds on a turntable. The old charm and elegance of a vintage Hollywood star, danced by a suave gent, a wisp of cigar smoke in the air. Velvet curtains, a cabaret haze, with strong, classic cocktails. So are we all just a repeating record, getting older with each rotation? We chase the same basic things— love, work, a roof. Politics tries to change but always repeats itself. Fashion and trends go full circle. The world is round, so why is life so circular? Perhaps because we are the timeless tales of the turntable, romantic vinyls, a treasure to collect, just like our stories and memories along the cycle of life.

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Nov 11, 2025

Nov 11, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

Are We Just a Repeating Record?

Are We Just a Repeating Record? We are the timeless tales of the turntable, romantic vinyls, a treasure to collect, just like our stories and memories along the cycle of life. Vinyl romance, a timeless aura of grace, Caressing speakers, warming hearts, a gentle kiss upon the face. Smokey, sultry sounds of yesteryear. History, a well-played record, always repeating itself. We all find our pace and our journey, just like the three speeds on a turntable. The old charm and elegance of a vintage Hollywood star, danced by a suave gent, a wisp of cigar smoke in the air. Velvet curtains, a cabaret haze, with strong, classic cocktails. So are we all just a repeating record, getting older with each rotation? We chase the same basic things— love, work, a roof. Politics tries to change but always repeats itself. Fashion and trends go full circle. The world is round, so why is life so circular? Perhaps because we are the timeless tales of the turntable, romantic vinyls, a treasure to collect, just like our stories and memories along the cycle of life.

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Plump positivity, the ultimate mischief and marvel— a masterpiece of peaceful promise of the cosy season to come. Kindness in knowing that comfy knitted knee high socks and sweaters are there for you as we enter the hibernating season; cosy cinnamon spice and pumpkin spice fill the air. Pretty autumnal produce picked up from the fields, perfect oranges brightening up the dull damp days. Crisp apples and crunchy leaves welcoming the warmth of autumn sun, here to hug us, support us in the dark season of hibernation and cosiness. Beneath dark, Diamante starry nights, the bounty of bundled logs meets the fabulously fierce fires keeping us warm. The bundled burning log offers its radiant ember-glow, promising comfort, as stories are whispered in the wind. We welcome the dark season, finding comfort with community, coupled up inside with blankets and log burners, connecting with traditions treasured from ancestors. Pumpkin faces fade as the crackle of kindling calls the dark in. we welcome the bonfires and the light in the dark as we welcome winter

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Nov 11, 2025

Nov 11, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

🎃🔥🎇 Pumpkins to Bonfires🔥🎇🎃

Plump positivity, the ultimate mischief and marvel— a masterpiece of peaceful promise of the cosy season to come. Kindness in knowing that comfy knitted knee high socks and sweaters are there for you as we enter the hibernating season; cosy cinnamon spice and pumpkin spice fill the air. Pretty autumnal produce picked up from the fields, perfect oranges brightening up the dull damp days. Crisp apples and crunchy leaves welcoming the warmth of autumn sun, here to hug us, support us in the dark season of hibernation and cosiness. Beneath dark, Diamante starry nights, the bounty of bundled logs meets the fabulously fierce fires keeping us warm. The bundled burning log offers its radiant ember-glow, promising comfort, as stories are whispered in the wind. We welcome the dark season, finding comfort with community, coupled up inside with blankets and log burners, connecting with traditions treasured from ancestors. Pumpkin faces fade as the crackle of kindling calls the dark in. we welcome the bonfires and the light in the dark as we welcome winter

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Lion's Roar Crimson leaves, like the banner of the brave, Golden ember glow for every life they gave. All the hues of the companies, from forest to the shore, x2 Where lion's courage guards their grave, and calls for something more. Fallen leaves, Bold, brave crimson leaves, brave soldiers, Where lion's courage guards their grave. Autumn leaves, golden embers, Burn brave with pure desire. I found the fire, deep in the dust, In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. The crimson field where battles turn, Beneath the skies where spirits burn. The brave heart's play and pray though names are lost, The Lion's roar outweighs the cost. They faced the blast, they took the fall, Lion's roar for the brave remembers all. They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be.

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Nov 11, 2025

Nov 11, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

Lion's Roar

Lion's Roar Crimson leaves, like the banner of the brave, Golden ember glow for every life they gave. All the hues of the companies, from forest to the shore, x2 Where lion's courage guards their grave, and calls for something more. Fallen leaves, Bold, brave crimson leaves, brave soldiers, Where lion's courage guards their grave. Autumn leaves, golden embers, Burn brave with pure desire. I found the fire, deep in the dust, In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. The crimson field where battles turn, Beneath the skies where spirits burn. The brave heart's play and pray though names are lost, The Lion's roar outweighs the cost. They faced the blast, they took the fall, Lion's roar for the brave remembers all. They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, They are the strength we stand upon, From the first light till the morning's gone. I found the fire, deep in the dust, In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be. In every leaf, a sacrificed love. The Lion's Eye, it stares at me, Telling me to fight and just to be.

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She taught me how she taught me how to bake Taught me how to sew And how to grow I am who I am Because she let me so Never forget what is in your blood She helped me pick out my shoes showed me how to tie them but all for you to grow and shine you may not believe it at the time now shes got wings and is high above looking down of her treasured love.

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Mar 5, 2021

Mar 5, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

She taught me how

She taught me how she taught me how to bake Taught me how to sew And how to grow I am who I am Because she let me so Never forget what is in your blood She helped me pick out my shoes showed me how to tie them but all for you to grow and shine you may not believe it at the time now shes got wings and is high above looking down of her treasured love.

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The TWO H’s Happy hug-able Extraordinary passions Love pulses through our veins Echo ,echo the heartbeat Echos Naughty nice Nirvana And with Harmless charm Angelic romance Roaring laughter Racing pace Yarning for more memories

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Mar 4, 2021

Mar 4, 2021 at 4:41 PM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

The TWO H’s

The TWO H’s Happy hug-able Extraordinary passions Love pulses through our veins Echo ,echo the heartbeat Echos Naughty nice Nirvana And with Harmless charm Angelic romance Roaring laughter Racing pace Yarning for more memories

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Red carpet All you see is red carpet Mud ,speckles of mud Fallen red but not forgotten All you see is red carpet Red carpet Berries blooming Sticky mud Squelch ! Squelch! Ref carpet is fading You no longer see fields of ref carpet Dark , dense, squelchy mud Dark mud Oh look Fallen ,fallen leaves Speckled on the ground Red, yellow ,gold Pure hope Guilding us to the red carpet Remember the red carpet is always there

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Mar 4, 2021

Mar 4, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC

MissHelenaGrace

Red Carpet

Red carpet All you see is red carpet Mud ,speckles of mud Fallen red but not forgotten All you see is red carpet Red carpet Berries blooming Sticky mud Squelch ! Squelch! Ref carpet is fading You no longer see fields of ref carpet Dark , dense, squelchy mud Dark mud Oh look Fallen ,fallen leaves Speckled on the ground Red, yellow ,gold Pure hope Guilding us to the red carpet Remember the red carpet is always there

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