by Don Holmes | Jul 27, 2013 | Poetry
Wake up, wake up, you sleeping fools See how the rich don’t play by rules They’re only made for such as we Who doff our hats and bend our knee In supplication to those few Who lead the gravy-swilling queue Whilst you and I are beaten down They’re free to gloat and...
by Don Holmes | Jul 7, 2013 | Poetry
Now I’m not the brightest No glib conversation But I dislike a phrase That’s sweeping the nation When a presenter asks If this thing or that Has made any difference In a program chit- chat Then up comes the answer That fills me with rage From the interviewee Who tries...
by Don Holmes | Jul 7, 2013 | Poetry
The world is my oyster But I still long to be In a quiet English garden ”Neath a big leafy tree Now Rome has its tourists With its long history But cool English gardens Are much lovelier to me I’ve seen Rome and Venice (Though never Capri) I’ve seen all the sights...
by Don Holmes | Jun 3, 2013 | Poetry
I’m strangely feeling rough tonight From toiling in the bright sunlight Digging trenches ain’t much fun When you’ve just turned seventy-one Fetching barrow-loads of gravel Has made my body just un-ravel The constant use of concrete-mixer Means I need a back-bone fixer...
by Don Holmes | May 9, 2013 | Poetry
Gillian sits at her table A colouring pen in her hand Filling in blanks on a picture Transforming something so bland She carefully keeps to the edges Choosing each colour with care Red for a cluster of roses Yellow for daffodils there Whilst people around her are...
