"hellen" poems
**How can you be truly tough
In this painful world?
How can you stand firm
When the spears of agony are hurled?
Most people in the proud US of A
Don't have a clue of the
price they have to pay.
Western people do not know
What hardship really is.
So gratitude is lacking...
It is this...
Gratitude is having a ***
That doesn't leak,
To walk miles for diseased
Water from a creek.
Gratitude in thanking God
For the dry wood
To cook the rice or millet
For your food.
Gratitude is finding
A pair of shoes
In a garbage heap
That you can use.
Gratitude is finding
Pesos in your hand
When you beg the streets
In a poor land.
Gratitude is escaping
Vicious thugs
Who deal in human
Trafficking and drugs.
Gratitude is Hellen Keller
With no hope
Finding Annie Sullivan
To cope.
Gratitude is having NOTHING
And in pain
On one's deathbed, but yet
The fact remains
They are redeemed
And they have Lord Jesus' grace
So they know that they
Will look in his sweet face.
Being tough is seeing life
As is and still not breaking
Being brave and looking
Not forsaking
Being tough is a
Mental attitude.
Loving God and thanking Him
It's GRATITUDE.**
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Angel of Plymouth, your Winged Heart's inflame
Un-Grate this Laurel which merits your frown
At last you found her; Then enrich your name
So why wear the Shirt if it keeps you down?
Tarry me, please, to your Toried Reason
Which Pure Faith crippled to un-hook your Wings
Fill your Hour's Due; And renew your Season
Then know full well that her Telephone rings
And Live you considered to Sky's Content
Happily blessed by Hellen's Burning Brow
She caused your Curls; Which many Intent
Thus winning her Fortress Time did endow.
Remember this always with all Support
Those Frightened Moments need no more rapport.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Look at this fool.
This babbling fool that stands
over me.
A garden full of burning flowers
visible through his eyes,
but not through ear to ear.
The things that run from his mouth-
which I do not blame them from doing-
**** my brain cells.
He thinks I care.
All I want the former fool.
He who taught me all I know.
The walking book cover,
dictionary, Britannica.
The ultimate thesaurus, movie star.
Bob the Rabbit.
It's in its cage.
Say hi to Bob.
I admire you.
The temperature.
The west and east egg.
All I desire is again
to sit and look up and admirably
watch words spill out of his mouth.
Not these dead song birds
flying out of his.
Not this spineless man walking
on his tongue.
Not, Not,
Not him.
In the distance, a foghorn yells, "No one cares!"
but he is Hellen Keller's doppelganger.
I am slowly going brain dead......
black.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
I wish for a ****
not a ****** mess
but to shed some skin
and expose my finest
because who I am
reflects inside my eyelids
but when I open to see
I can't face this person
She's crippled and mute
I try to reach her but when I do
she cries for the treason
of scaming me out of any quaility of life
She's controlling my body
while I am caged inside
using a view that lacks any vision
hellen keller could do better
In this struggle
to face the music
I want to dance
but my spirit has fallen
I try to pick up on the steps
but I harbor so much resistence
It almost feels like I am split in two
wanting to sing but lacking a tune
and I do have courage and I am strong
but the person who has surfaced
after this terrible fall
is nothing I stand for at all
I tell her day in and day out
get up cause your worth it
you know you are
but she stares back at me in the mirror
her eyes telling me
incessantly I am wrong
And I want to **** her
I want her gone
but she believes more deeply
I was made to fall
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
Well-informed readers have some nerve to compete with this meter ,
it takes years of practice to spell arachnid backwards to see it as the adinkra tribe,
symbols in time these words tend to mingle with lies...
I can't give you "grace" because you're not up to pace
get to your point,
beating around the bush proves you're a sucker for ****
stuck on your looks?
I wrote the book,
takes a mirror to get hooked.
Addictions on self contradictions ,
oxy-morons ,
paradoxes,
the fox hole trench
the "Refute the ox-goad trend" ---------( Hebrew - ox goad))
To all,
it is not met or meant.
For the mint is min, as well as the mind under sin,
Including time, to escape from the Minotaur's Labyrinth the moon had to spin.
You feel drained?
Well it was probably the Wayne,
it's strange,
the umbrella , appears yellow as clear as mushroom caps being viewed by
Hellen Keller.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
so what was about that Hellen of Troy
who confused the villagers when a big horse
line train interrupted the flow of the conversation
with a most vile tone imaginable just to make
the air smell like it's insides - hatable
They say Ms. Andrews liked to stop by
Just to help with gardening she was rather short
But resilient as a sense of urge for destruction
So here now, grow your courage to face
Another day
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
"If you can't feed a hundred
Feed just one"
She said
Yet millions of mouths today
Are not properly fed
She said that luck is nothing
Only "preparation meeting opportunity "
Yet to the date,unluckiness
Is cursed infinity!
She said that "you can achieve anything
If you've got enough nerve"
But yet cowardness
Is ready to be served
"Being treated like a second class citizen"
She was now tired
Yet millions like her today
Have their black color inquired
"Alone we can do so little
Together we can do so much"
Said, the famous blind girl
Yet her unity, is trapped in a hutch
"A child, a teacher, a book and a pen
Can change the world" she said
But yet millions of them today
are considered illiterate instead!
Essential things, quoted beautifully
By Hellen kellar and Malala Yousufzai
Hundreds of courageous ones, to be set free
As asked by Oprah Winfrey
Thousands of them to be loved
Said by Mother Teresa, our beloved
Can you ignore these sayings?
By Rose Parks and JK Rowling
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
A sidelong glance, nothing exposed
3 chances past, she taunts she knows
An urge put off, a growing fire
soon Ill do it, my funeral pyre
Since I sense no meaning, no
nothing in sight
Ill wait to see her, see her at night
Hellen in Hell, burning blue bells
lights ever melting, molting, morphing
the winged worm, I so adore thee
Monarch of me, I'm queen of thee
We'll explode in the sky
two wings of the same butterfly
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
• I think I'm a little bit stuck on your high society side tonight secretly because I hate you and this black chipped nail polish.
• and every night I flip my sheets because they're not as comfortable without you on them.
• your name is carved into my skin and my mascara is running
• my tears hold back because I don't have a backbone
• you're not just written in my skin, you're down to the bone. Can I brake that? CAN I BRAKE THAT? can I?....
• we're all just hellen kellers
• sorry if my jaw clenched when you said you loved me
• because when you start to rearrange your vocabulary for someone, you start to forget your own name
• my temper is a stain on a white shirt of reality that even oxy-clean can't remove
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:25 AM UTC
If I see you again, please look away
don't even bother giving me the time of day
I can't bear to hear your voice enter me
I love you
do I though?
How will I know?
I know about your tattoos and fears
you know my fear and desperation
hold me and whisper everything that you are
i'll yell to the world how I feel but not tell you
ask around, Hellen Keller knows I love you
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
I see the moonlight in your face reigning...
And Werewolves in me are howling.
My cursed virtues shape-shift to demons.
Hellen...
If daddy hadn't hit mum's face.
Should he have played the guitar for her like in movies.
Maybe I could have found a meaning in you.
For now, wearing his shoes hurts both of us.
Flee from me, Hellen.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC