Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Hank Helman Jul 2021
Is
Charity is never given,
It's always just a loan,
Kindness is a favour,
Returned when we atone.
Hank Helman Jul 2021
Life's about choices and soft spoken voices,
Whispered wise thoughts and a few maybe- nots,
We take a chance one day and then go the other way,
The world let's us wander and wants us to ponder.

You can change up your mind and be angry or kind,
We're not just machines, with their push button dreams,
If you don't like your path, then just do the math,
And take new directions, to new intersections,

Because time is a trick that goes by very quick,
Death's single reward is you'll never be bored.
Hank Helman Jun 2021
Who would you be if you could not be,
A reflection of yourself.

You'd look in the mirror, maybe get nearer,
And **** you're a cute little elf.

Or maybe its hazy and you're feeling crazy,
So you snap your fingers out loud.

And before you know it,you don't want to blow it,
You're a witch with her head in a shroud.

The thing that you can't be, the thing that is unfree,
You'll never guess how many have tried,

Is the you that you were, your past you defer,
There's no going back, it's denied.
Enjoy your day as much as possible.
Hank Helman Jun 2021
It a candy can kiss,
And mothers are grand,
The moon spins to full,
And stones turn to sand.

Then love is my lady
Her heart broken and kind,
My eyes as my witness,
Her spell has its bind.
Why is the dictionary my favourite book. hh
Hank Helman Jun 2021
How trivial my needs and wants,
I'll spend an hour choosing fonts,
I'll whine and whimper woe is me,
Life is tough my friends agree.

Others wait in line for water,
Weeping losing sons and daughters,
Violence daily, a well known stranger,
Living lives of total danger.

Forgive me all my selfish thoughts
A first world man who's tied in knots,
I barely think to lift a finger,
As children shiver and death lingers
Make a donation today if you can. We need a kinder world.
Hank Helman Jun 2021
LOL
Twitter tag and Insta-push,
Facebookish posts and text ambush

I know how to message you
To tap and touch, to maybe view.

I love the way you message back,
LOL and all of that.

Poetry by emoji... maybe
Except Eliot, he thinks I'm crazy
Should we have emoji in poetry...  I think we should... we should always experiment....  by the by-- thank you Eliot for setting this whole thing up.
Hank Helman Jun 2021
How withered, worn and weathered spent,
My love a broken heart event,
I miss us more than you or me,
Something special now set free.
A relationship ended and it made me very sad.
Next page