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Don Holmes

Poetry

KILLER’S HAND

I’ve tried so hard to understand The thoughts behind a killer’s hand How a young boy filled with hate Can murder, maim - not hesitate To kill his classmates, teacher, friends With no remorse for how it ends And we, society, have no shame By saying that we’re not to…
Don Holmes
15th November 2017
Poetry

WINTER CALLS

A chilling wind and threatening sky Both make the daylight hours fly Swirling leaves that dance and play Upon the grass this Autumn day A nippy day for gloves and hat Just say “Hello” don’t stop to chat Then throw your ball and let your dog Enjoy his play before…
Don Holmes
8th November 2017
Poetry

A NEW POEM

And even now I sit and dream Not knowing how it might have been Exactly where we two did meet Which hour, which second, on which street Perhaps in summer, spring or fall Or even if we met at all Eventually my dreams of you May one day prove to…
Don Holmes
26th October 2017
Poetry

BRAVE, BRAVE, BOMBER

How easy To leave a bomb on a train How proud You will feel to kill and to maim How brave To leave your mayhem behind Such pleasure To read of the dead , injured, blind Praise Allah You murdered some Kaffir today Men, women, children who got in the…
Don Holmes
26th September 2017
Poetry

CARAVAN HOLIDAY

CARAVAN HOLIDAY In regimented lines they stand On swathes of once-green farmers land From north to south and west to east Resembling herds of sheep or beast And where the ground is steep to rise Patio doors point to the skies The wooden stiles you loved to climb Are memories…
Don Holmes
6th September 2017
Poetry

MOBILE TELEPHONE BLUES

MOBILE TELEPHONE BLUES In cafes, restaurants and bars On buses, lorries, backs of cars It seems that people can’t leave home Without their personal telephone They’re walking down a busy street Oblivious to all they meet Chins tucked down against their chest As if conducting some great quest I don’t…
Don Holmes
6th September 2017
Poetry

FAILING THE DEAD

One hundred years and still we fail The fallen dead of Passchendaele Who fought a war to end all wars Believing in their righteous cause Yet year on year we fight again Inflicting misery and pain Those Spirits of The First World War Must wonder what their death was for…
Don Holmes
3rd August 2017
Poetry

THE SEED WE MUST SOW

THE SEED WE MUST SOW There are so many wars and disputes Over things going back to our roots We fight over small bits of land That are filled with nothing but sand Or mountains both barren and bare With no sign of life anywhere We kill those who would…
Don Holmes
10th July 2017
Poetry

CRAZY AUTUMN NIGHT

The wind blew leaves on pavements, cold They swirled in doorways, dim In desolation now she walked Her thoughts were all of him Though cold and wet she still walked on To where? She did not know She fought so hard to understand Just why he had to go A…
Don Holmes
5th May 2017
Poetry

GHOST SHIP

GHOST SHIP On tide awash with swirling mist She headed for the shore Her ghostly sails and creaking spars Would surely be no more No earthly being stood aloft To warn of what would be No grizzled sea-dog on his watch To tell the crew to flee Yet still I…
Don Holmes
21st April 2017