by Don Holmes | Nov 15, 2017 | Poetry
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...
by Don Holmes | Nov 8, 2017 | Poetry
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 the...
by Don Holmes | Oct 26, 2017 | Poetry
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 be...
by Don Holmes | Sep 26, 2017 | Poetry
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 way I’ll pray to...
by Don Holmes | Sep 6, 2017 | Poetry
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...
