The Unknown Beautiful Helen In The Olympic Games Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

You say I fool Paris and I fuelled the Trojan war. I say:

I started in Athens warming in my arms the dream of Louis
In Paris I kissed paralysed Rey and he stood up and won
In London I helped Dorando to stand exhaustion to the end
In Stockholm I encouraged Indian Thorp and was justified
I swam with Tarzan to cheer up all children, in first place
In Amsterdam I chased ducks for Pearce who rowed to end
In LA I kept the newspapers of Zambala and so he won
In Berlin I pushed Hitler, crowned as winner a negro friend
I supported the left hand of Takats to aim; this is why he won
Ι coached priest Richards in pole who jumped bravely over it
My love songs at Prague threw Colony's sphere much higher
I sweeten the grief of Clay, managed to make his heart a fist
I supported the ladder of Hiroshima's student Sakai to go up
and lighten the Flame of Olympic Games.

Endless is the narrating of the wonders of the Beauty.

Well, you say I turn everyone's head, I say
I lose my head for beauty, values fair and virtual.
The dark that besieges me thoroughly
is the cause for me to expand towards Perpetual,
is the cause for me to be devoted to the Light.


© JosephJosephides