This was written for a Grade 8 Poetry project in the section "limerick".
Cow and Pig
There once were a cow and a pig
Who decided to do a jig
They danced all night long
To a very bad song
In a barn, the biggest of big.
- Helen Heukshorst © 1988
This was written for an Environment contest. It won an honorary prize.
In Memory of Ice Storm '98
I remember January '98,
the rain came down for many a day.
It turned into ice with nary a sound
On trees and wires and on the ground.
As it grew thicker on wires and trees
It snapped off branches in the breeze.
The branches fell down onto the lines
And roadways got blocked by toppled signs.
Next power poles crumpled under the weight
Of so much ice whose mass was too great.
More power was lost as each pole fell
And many lost the service of Bell.
It forced businesses to close for a while
And schools too, which made children smile.
The homes with no power and no source of heat,
Had no way of making something to eat.
So shelters were formed for those in the cold
Especially for the young and the old.
Folks worked together as Volunteers
And helped us weather this storm of the year.
They kept up our spirits and donated food
Which everyone said was deliciously good.
Helpers came in from far, far away
Working real hard, day after day.
They brought in their trucks from East and West
To deal with the tonne of fix-it requests
They brought back the power, and fixed up the phones
And helped us all return to our homes.
I'm glad the storm's over and fallen trees gone,
But the memory of storm '98 still lives on!
- Helen Heukshorst © February 2, 1998
This was written for Greg on the 2 month anniversary of our first kiss.
A Few of my Favorite Things
A ray of sun
A mist of dew
A butterfly kiss
Being next to you.
A pretty flower
Hot beach sand
A nice sunset
Holding your hand.
A twinkling star
A tall green tree
A pretty rainbow
You touching me.
A kitten's purr
A furry bunny
A fluffy cloud
You, being funny.
- Helen Heukshorst © April 28, 1999
This was written for Greg just because he inspires me!
Just How Much Love?
I can't believe just how much love
You've shown me.
In a few short weeks
You've shown me more love
Than I've ever known before,
Or ever thought possible.
You show me love in so many ways;
Some are simple, some are grand,
But all are cherished.
I love the way you smile at me
And tell me I'm beautiful.
I love how you let me take a nap
While you do my dishes.
I love how you can tell with just a glance
If I am not happy
And you voice your concerns
And listen to my woes.
These things make me feel loved.
You never judge me,
Or criticize me,
Or raise your voice.
You simply love me
Unconditionally.
You show me love with
The simple way you caress my cheek,
The soft way you stroke my hair out of my eyes,
The caring way you rub my back,
The loving way you run your fingers through my hair,
Or the way you kiss so softly
Which takes my breath away.
I feel the love in your actions when you
Let me out of the elevator first,
Bring me orange juice all the time,
Treat me with yummy bowls of ice cream,
Buy me a new CD because it fits in my collection,
Or humour me and talk about dream houses
And getting married and all that stuff.
Finally, there are
Those grand dinners over which you slave.
Do you know how much they please me?
The candlelight, the romantic music,
The perfect table settings
And the food! Who could ask for more?
And still that is not all.
You do so much more
But these are just a few things which show me
Just how much love.
- Helen Heukshorst © April 12, 1999
This is part of the "Senses" series. I wrote 5 poems to Greg about how he
stimulates my senses.
Hearing
The spoken word, the softest breath
The whisper of a gentle breeze
These are all familiar sounds
With which my ear do please.
You speak my name with softest tongue
You whisper in my ear
These are the sounds of love, alright
The sounds I love to hear.
Your voice is like a fine silk thread
It weaves a gentle cloth
That covers me so silently
Like the silence of a sleeping moth.
Just hearing your voice makes me happy
It matters not what you say.
You can tell me stories of your youth
Or what you did at work today.
And when I hear you say you love me
Or simply that I'm beautiful
It sounds so sweet, coming from your lips
It makes my heart beat full.
- Helen Heukshorst © March 25, 1999
This is part of the "Senses" series. I wrote 5 poems to Greg about how he
stimulates my senses.
Taste
When I'm with you I taste so many things,
Like lasagne, tacos and chicken wings.
But the thing I like to taste the best
Is your skin on eyes, ears, nose and chest.
I've tasted pastries, I've tasted pies.
I've tasted cookies, I've tasted ryes.
I've tasted bread, but you can bet,
You're the best I've tasted yet.
- Helen Heukshorst © March 25, 1999
This is part of the "Senses" series. I wrote 5 poems to Greg about how he
stimulates my senses.
Smell (or It Draws me To Him)
Sniff sniff, hmmm, what's that?
It's the scent of my man and he is near.
I smell his cologne
And it draws me to him.
Like a bee to pollen
Or a bear to honey.
It is a tempting scent
A delicious scent
As I near him I smell it more
And it draws me to him.
I smell it on his neck and his shirt,
His shirt smells like clean laundry
And my nose revels in the lovely scent.
His neck also smells like aftershave
And it draws me to him.
Then his hand goes by and I smell
The soft clean smell of his handsoap.
I breathe it in and enjoy it.
As his hand moves on it runs through his hair
Which brings another familiar scent
To my nose
And it draws me to him.
His body gives off another scent,
One that is his alone
And as it catches with my nose
It gives me pleasure.
I like the way he smells,
And it draws me to him.
- Helen Heukshorst © March 25, 1999
This is part of the "Senses" series. I wrote 5 poems to Greg about how he
stimulates my senses.
Sight
When I look at you I see
A man as handsome as can be
I see a smile then see your face
Your smile just brightens the whole place.
I see your eyes and they are fine,
I see your eyes, reflecting mine.
Eyes that twinkle, eyes that spark
Eyes that almost glow in the dark.
I see your hair all nice and neat,
I see your hands, I see your feet.
Your hands looks soft, your hands look slick,
Your hands look gentle, your hands look quick.
I see a shirt, I see a tie,
I see your pants, I see a fly.
You are a lovely sight to see,
But then I find you looking at me.
You see my eyes light with joy,
When you're around; yes, you, my boy.
Then you see my eyes and lips
You even see my fingertips.
You see my hair that you've messed up
And I smile just like a lovesick pup.
You see me grinning right at you,
You see me mouth "I love you."
- Helen Heukshorst © March 25, 1999
This is part of the "Senses" series. I wrote 5 poems to Greg about how he
stimulates my senses.
Touch
Your touch can be a rose petal
Or a gentle rain.
I feel your fingers caressing me
They never bring me pain.
The way your hand strokes my back,
The way your lips feel upon mine,
They both feel so beautiful,
They both feel mighty fine.
I feel your lips upon my cheek
And your fingers through my hair
It sends a chill down my spine
It really shows you care.
Having you touch me is super,
Having you touch me is grand,
There is nothing I like better
Than the touch of your sweet hand.
- Helen Heukshorst © March 25, 1999
This was written for Greg after he asked me why I love him.
Why I Love YOU
You make me talk in similies
And think in metaphores.
Like happiness is grains of sand
And penthouse clouds and more.
You make me happy, you make me laugh,
You speak in strangers tongue.
You make me giggly, you make me squirm,
I know you are the one.
I love you for your laughing ways,
I love you for your smile.
I love you for your twinkling eyes,
I love you for your neat freak style.
I love you for your hugs,
I love you for your kisses.
I love you for making supper,
I love you for doing dishes.
I love you for your sweetness,
I love you for your charm.
I love the way you make me feel,
When I'm in your arms.
I love everything you do
And everything you say,
I can't help but love you more and more
Each and every day!
- Helen Heukshorst © March 12, 1999
This was written for Greg one week after we first met. I was already hooked!
Ode to Greg
When you looked my way that night,
I saw you were the one.
You held your head just right
To make you look like fun.
Your smile lit up the room
And light shone from your eyes
Your smile could make me swoon
Your tears would make me cry.
But tears will not be here
Not now, or ever again
For I have found a dear;
A gem among all men.
Your laughter makes me happy,
Your stories help me grow,
Together we are sappy,
I'm sure its starting to show.
The love we're feeling now
Is really kinda groovy,
I keep thinking, wow!
Greg, you really move me.
- Helen Heukshorst © March 5, 1999
This was written to explain why I make lists ALL the time!
The Listmaker
I am a little listmaker
A listmaker I'll always be.
I got it from my mother.
She taught me it, you see.
A list is most important
To help remember things
Be it pots and pans and slotted spoons
Or woks and food and promise rings.
'Cuz when I have something to remember,
It stews around inside my brain.
And when it gets too full in there,
I simply start to go insane.
But if I write it down, you see,
If I list it with a pen,
The stewing stops and sure enough,
My brain is clear again.
I know if it is written down,
It's something I won't forget
And that's what makes it all okay
To leave it with no regret.
So if I make a list, you see,
Just take it all in stride
Know that when I make a list
It makes me feel better inside.
- Helen Heukshorst - copyright June 2, 1999
I wrote this to complete a Valentine's Present to Greg.
What is a Valentine?
I have just happened to find
The meaning of a Valentine.
It can't be found in a heart shaped box
Nor from a teddy bear that talks.
It's not in cards that say "be Mine!"
Nor in a big "I love you" sign.
It isn't in a bunch of flowers
Nor in a meal that takes four hours.
It's not within the things that be
But rather in just you and me
A Valentine, for what it's worth
Is someone special, here on Earth.
Someone like you, my Snuggly Man
Who loves me like no-one else can.
The bestest friend I've ever had
You cheer me when I'm feeling bad.
And when I want to laugh or cry.
You're there to lovingly sit by
You're never angry or unkind
A nicer guy, I couldn't find.
You love to bring me happiness
And I love it, I must confess.
You share in all my future dreams
We dream as one, or so it seems
And that, my dear is what I find
Makes you my perfect Valentine!
- Helen - Feb 1, 2000