| Excerpts Meadow Pies and Poetry |
| ALL Materials copyright 2006 by DWHolmes |
Everyday things
Mischief to me is a form of love
to brighten the day between two,
I sneak upon the woman I love
to cause a giggle or two
She turns with a smile upon her face
and shakes her finger at me,
then kisses me with emphatic pace
warning each time it’s not nice to tease
Even in public my wandering hands
can cause her to frown with disgust,
swinging her hands to slap where mine lands
and saying… “lower your lust!”
I must admit it is difficult at best
to keep my hands to myself,
especially when I walk in the kitchen
while she is putting things on the shelf
It tests her at times and causes some gripes
but for the most part she likes it you see,
she would rather control my hands with a swipe
than wonder where my mischief would be
Mischief to me is a form of love
to brighten the day between two,
I sneak upon the woman I love
to cause a giggle or two
She turns with a smile upon her face
and shakes her finger at me,
then kisses me with emphatic pace
warning each time it’s not nice to tease
Even in public my wandering hands
can cause her to frown with disgust,
swinging her hands to slap where mine lands
and saying… “lower your lust!”
I must admit it is difficult at best
to keep my hands to myself,
especially when I walk in the kitchen
while she is putting things on the shelf
It tests her at times and causes some gripes
but for the most part she likes it you see,
she would rather control my hands with a swipe
than wonder where my mischief would be
HER
There are beautiful words in man's language,
to describe what I feel for her.
There are beautiful things in this world,
to compare to her.
Yet, there is no semblance, no simile,
no metaphor,
which touches me,
as she.
Comments:
I thought for many precious hours to place on
paper, ....(comments continue)
There are beautiful words in man's language,
to describe what I feel for her.
There are beautiful things in this world,
to compare to her.
Yet, there is no semblance, no simile,
no metaphor,
which touches me,
as she.
Comments:
I thought for many precious hours to place on
paper, ....(comments continue)
Just Ask
I have considered answers to so many questions,
Many of these questions, I have not been asked,
Who does it help, to think of such answers,
It helps those, who ask future questions.
I will not have answers, to all of their questions,
Try as I may, to question my answers,
of the answers to questions, I questioned before them,
I will ask other questions, before I give answers.
Comments:
NO! You did not get it the first time. Now, go back and
read it again!......(comments continue)
I have considered answers to so many questions,
Many of these questions, I have not been asked,
Who does it help, to think of such answers,
It helps those, who ask future questions.
I will not have answers, to all of their questions,
Try as I may, to question my answers,
of the answers to questions, I questioned before them,
I will ask other questions, before I give answers.
Comments:
NO! You did not get it the first time. Now, go back and
read it again!......(comments continue)
Eternity
I seek thee!
Oh wondrous depths I call to thee!
I seek thee!!
Tear at me 'til my soul bleeds
an angry red,
and sets me free!
With your strongest blow dear lady,
please strike me... dead!
Until I feel the pain no more.
Oh... set me free to stand aside
and view this ugly mortal form.
Suspended before me in torrents of fire,
burning, ever burning, the flame of desire,
for which I cannot defend the liar
'til comes a maid of sacrifice
and ends the suffering, the endless flight,
I bear not wisdom or wanton will .....
(poem continues)
I seek thee!
Oh wondrous depths I call to thee!
I seek thee!!
Tear at me 'til my soul bleeds
an angry red,
and sets me free!
With your strongest blow dear lady,
please strike me... dead!
Until I feel the pain no more.
Oh... set me free to stand aside
and view this ugly mortal form.
Suspended before me in torrents of fire,
burning, ever burning, the flame of desire,
for which I cannot defend the liar
'til comes a maid of sacrifice
and ends the suffering, the endless flight,
I bear not wisdom or wanton will .....
(poem continues)
*** FORMATTING and REVIEWING POEMS *** (an essay about poetry styles)
The next few poems are specially formatted. (centered in this case) I do not feel that special formatting either
enhances or takes away from the message or “beauty” of any given poem. (More screams I hear from poets –
and the purists who guard the realm of poetry!) Special formatting can make a poem easier to read – but the
message does not change. The words are the same and therefore the message can still be derived, no matter the
format chosen by the author.
Another “truth” I have discovered around the many places where poetry is read and studied, is how fervently
some people wish to preserve the purity and style(s) of poetry...... (continued)
The next few poems are specially formatted. (centered in this case) I do not feel that special formatting either
enhances or takes away from the message or “beauty” of any given poem. (More screams I hear from poets –
and the purists who guard the realm of poetry!) Special formatting can make a poem easier to read – but the
message does not change. The words are the same and therefore the message can still be derived, no matter the
format chosen by the author.
Another “truth” I have discovered around the many places where poetry is read and studied, is how fervently
some people wish to preserve the purity and style(s) of poetry...... (continued)
Medieval WAR
And so the battle continues!
Where darkened corner nor hidden place
may harbor a protected domain
no light, no trace or coffer be
nor other safe refrain
And the sword strikes out!
Cutting skin and flesh and bone
with a gritty sound and crushing tone
while the blood of life drifts slowly out
and cold creeps slowly in...
.....(poem continues)
And so the battle continues!
Where darkened corner nor hidden place
may harbor a protected domain
no light, no trace or coffer be
nor other safe refrain
And the sword strikes out!
Cutting skin and flesh and bone
with a gritty sound and crushing tone
while the blood of life drifts slowly out
and cold creeps slowly in...
.....(poem continues)
Chelsea
When the mist hangs in the trees
and darkness guards the grave,
When light first kisses green
a cool breeze crosses the waves
There in a path of leaves and twigs
past blackened vines of old,
walks a maiden fair
amidst the rising fog...
.......(poem continues)
When the mist hangs in the trees
and darkness guards the grave,
When light first kisses green
a cool breeze crosses the waves
There in a path of leaves and twigs
past blackened vines of old,
walks a maiden fair
amidst the rising fog...
.......(poem continues)
What's Her Name? (an essay)
While raising my children, there has been little time to pursue more private and personal avenues, for example...
women. It is not within my standards to parade a series of women through my children's lives. Raising questions
in their minds like what's this one's name, or who will be at our house tonight? Besides, such actions soon come
around to haunt you when your children grow older and begin dating.
Don’s Law: As it is with most aspects of your children's lives, the example set by the parent is
usually the first emulated.
It's funny when you talk to people and they begin to realize you don't date very often. They are surprised when
my answer to their question is, “it’s 6 months or so since I last went out.”
“How can you survive living that way?”, they ask.
Well you get used to it after a while. Those of us who don't go out much, and there is a growing number of us,
get used to it in a surprisingly short time. It's really not difficult after you make a decision to limit your dating
activities.
I am out of practice when it comes to asking a woman for a date! Gee... Is there no better word than date?
Perhaps appointment? - No, that's too businesslike. Engagement? - No definitely not! Booking? - That's too
cold. Would she even know what I meant?
Date. - I do not know of another word that really fits the implication of this word, when directed to another.
When the word date is proposed (oops-bad word again) spoken, the meaning is clear and the setting for the
two people takes on a very special meaning.
Anyway... I'm badly out of practice. Since I resolved to not date one person with any .... (essay continues)
While raising my children, there has been little time to pursue more private and personal avenues, for example...
women. It is not within my standards to parade a series of women through my children's lives. Raising questions
in their minds like what's this one's name, or who will be at our house tonight? Besides, such actions soon come
around to haunt you when your children grow older and begin dating.
Don’s Law: As it is with most aspects of your children's lives, the example set by the parent is
usually the first emulated.
It's funny when you talk to people and they begin to realize you don't date very often. They are surprised when
my answer to their question is, “it’s 6 months or so since I last went out.”
“How can you survive living that way?”, they ask.
Well you get used to it after a while. Those of us who don't go out much, and there is a growing number of us,
get used to it in a surprisingly short time. It's really not difficult after you make a decision to limit your dating
activities.
I am out of practice when it comes to asking a woman for a date! Gee... Is there no better word than date?
Perhaps appointment? - No, that's too businesslike. Engagement? - No definitely not! Booking? - That's too
cold. Would she even know what I meant?
Date. - I do not know of another word that really fits the implication of this word, when directed to another.
When the word date is proposed (oops-bad word again) spoken, the meaning is clear and the setting for the
two people takes on a very special meaning.
Anyway... I'm badly out of practice. Since I resolved to not date one person with any .... (essay continues)
Fractals - Nature's Math! (an essay)
For those of you who are not math guru's, (and I am not one of them), I would like to take this opportunity to
discuss fractal geometry. The most basic description of fractal geometry I have been able to derive is... “the
process of a repetitive equation which, when generated on a computer in graphic picture form, imitates nature.”
I'm not going to get into a bunch of techno-stuff, but if you haven't been able to watch fractals generated on a
computer screen or on television by one of the science specials, you have missed something special.
It reminds me of an old time kaleidoscope, all sorts of designs filling your visual senses with beautiful colors and
shapes. The most unusual aspect of fractal geometry is its repetitive nature. By manipulating the equation,
computers generate a myriad (I like that word) of different designs which repeat. With practice specialists are
able to generate familiar designs. Trees, sea coasts, flowers, their growth patterns and many of nature's familiar
designs. After studying fractals for a very small amount of time and in the context of nature, it becomes clear to
the eye that fractal geometry demonstrates the wisdom of nature's simplicity. Take a good basic design and
keep making it over and over again until you have built an entire assembly. Think of it! Isn't this process one we
already practice? Yes. We take many concrete blocks or many bricks or many boards and build an entire
house. Yet with these vary same building blocks, no pun intended, we build a wide variety of assorted structural
designs. The same is true of nature. Nature takes an almost endless assortment of simple designs and uses them
in a repetitive nature, while allowing for slight variations, and builds animals, plants, mountains and even the
weather which passes over head throughout the day..... (essay continues)
For those of you who are not math guru's, (and I am not one of them), I would like to take this opportunity to
discuss fractal geometry. The most basic description of fractal geometry I have been able to derive is... “the
process of a repetitive equation which, when generated on a computer in graphic picture form, imitates nature.”
I'm not going to get into a bunch of techno-stuff, but if you haven't been able to watch fractals generated on a
computer screen or on television by one of the science specials, you have missed something special.
It reminds me of an old time kaleidoscope, all sorts of designs filling your visual senses with beautiful colors and
shapes. The most unusual aspect of fractal geometry is its repetitive nature. By manipulating the equation,
computers generate a myriad (I like that word) of different designs which repeat. With practice specialists are
able to generate familiar designs. Trees, sea coasts, flowers, their growth patterns and many of nature's familiar
designs. After studying fractals for a very small amount of time and in the context of nature, it becomes clear to
the eye that fractal geometry demonstrates the wisdom of nature's simplicity. Take a good basic design and
keep making it over and over again until you have built an entire assembly. Think of it! Isn't this process one we
already practice? Yes. We take many concrete blocks or many bricks or many boards and build an entire
house. Yet with these vary same building blocks, no pun intended, we build a wide variety of assorted structural
designs. The same is true of nature. Nature takes an almost endless assortment of simple designs and uses them
in a repetitive nature, while allowing for slight variations, and builds animals, plants, mountains and even the
weather which passes over head throughout the day..... (essay continues)
One last significant piece - I hope you will enjoy. This is a “trilogy.” A poem of three separate sections, that
read well as a single piece, too… or so I have been told by a select few who have read it in this manner. This
poem, like some others, contains “Middle English” of a sort because it is set in a more ancient or mystical time.
It is a very recent piece. Just completed and included in the final draft of this book.
The Watcher – A Trilogy – Part 1
“The New Watcher Comes”
Standing so tall with preservation in hand
No fear or corruption for protected lands
Justice for all within lands that I reign
Ending the violence against downtrodden vein
I bow to your calling and so to your strength
Upon bended knee with hands out at length
Wondering, ever wondering will failure occur
Your will without sustenance – all this I infer
Your purity of heart and long flowing hair
Revealing all deceivers dark hidden veils
Who attempt to betray and strike out at thee
But always you survived – their blood at your feet
Receive from my hands a gift for the strong
I have little to offer except all that I own
I must confess to you I am poor and so weak
But I once was a soldier who guarded this keep
My time is from olden days and the fires do not burn
My scepter will protect when the evil ones return
By order of the Gods I offer it to you
Its enchantment will guide through all darkness true
Accept this small gift as the passing of keys
To guard the great gates for access to pleas
From all who pray to the great Gods of power
Tears ever flowing from below the watch tower
I must say to you Watcher, I’ve never known one to be woman
But I trust their decision that this is your calling
To give up your life in the name of the destroyed
All watchers before - were men when deployed
My last breath escapes and the darkness does creep
Ever closer to my death – yet I yearn as they weep
To suffer once more to the service of them
One last fight to the death with all I can give
It will not be so - as I have been told
I was warned just before your arrival so bold
I will wane now to nothing but not without fears
This day you take over begins the worst of all years
It is clear to my mind and suffering soul
That all days to come need a conquering foe
To persist for the lost and lessen their strife
As my last gift to you – my wisdom from life
_____*_____
(end of first half ~ of Part 1 of the Trilogy)
read well as a single piece, too… or so I have been told by a select few who have read it in this manner. This
poem, like some others, contains “Middle English” of a sort because it is set in a more ancient or mystical time.
It is a very recent piece. Just completed and included in the final draft of this book.
The Watcher – A Trilogy – Part 1
“The New Watcher Comes”
Standing so tall with preservation in hand
No fear or corruption for protected lands
Justice for all within lands that I reign
Ending the violence against downtrodden vein
I bow to your calling and so to your strength
Upon bended knee with hands out at length
Wondering, ever wondering will failure occur
Your will without sustenance – all this I infer
Your purity of heart and long flowing hair
Revealing all deceivers dark hidden veils
Who attempt to betray and strike out at thee
But always you survived – their blood at your feet
Receive from my hands a gift for the strong
I have little to offer except all that I own
I must confess to you I am poor and so weak
But I once was a soldier who guarded this keep
My time is from olden days and the fires do not burn
My scepter will protect when the evil ones return
By order of the Gods I offer it to you
Its enchantment will guide through all darkness true
Accept this small gift as the passing of keys
To guard the great gates for access to pleas
From all who pray to the great Gods of power
Tears ever flowing from below the watch tower
I must say to you Watcher, I’ve never known one to be woman
But I trust their decision that this is your calling
To give up your life in the name of the destroyed
All watchers before - were men when deployed
My last breath escapes and the darkness does creep
Ever closer to my death – yet I yearn as they weep
To suffer once more to the service of them
One last fight to the death with all I can give
It will not be so - as I have been told
I was warned just before your arrival so bold
I will wane now to nothing but not without fears
This day you take over begins the worst of all years
It is clear to my mind and suffering soul
That all days to come need a conquering foe
To persist for the lost and lessen their strife
As my last gift to you – my wisdom from life
_____*_____
(end of first half ~ of Part 1 of the Trilogy)
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