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paul-holmes
English Married with two teenage children. / Self-employed window cleaner.
Liquid clouds sail by Between green branches they float Angler’s face is blurred. Large frog hops then swims Stirring the placid picture Grotesque forms reshape. Stream now calm and still Sky reflects countryside scene Tranquil Man and World.
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
Natural Mirror (Haiku)
SPRING I slowly unfurl to the World Stretching up to the sky blue And sense an early morning chill Of Spring waking me anew. Each day grows a little warmer As daylight hours extend Making this leaf feel fresher, Tothe bright sunlight I bend. SUMMER I’m at my most greenest now, Hot sun burns upon my veins; How glad am I to finally enjoy Those cooling, copious rains. At which point, I pour in drips, A refreshing, rousing trickle That falls on grass and buttercup Teasing them with a tickle. AUTUMN Mists have now arrived, enshrouding My form with heavy dew; The greens has all but leached away, Bled from veins no longer new. Down below the tree are vivid reds Browns and translucent golds Which, increasingly each day now People their captivation holds. WINTER The first frost of Winter And a biting, northerly breeze Cut into me,and scores of others Were torn from their trees. I’ve fallen now, to the ground All wrinkled, and utterly fragile Awaiting my final hour Until, I meet my funeral pile…
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
The Life of a Leaf
There is a hollow in her hand That needs to be filled with mine… A beach of powder white sand Where we cheerfully recline… There are two lovely lips Aching for a tender kiss… A cliff top where the wind whips Up a bracing breeze, sheer bliss… Warm tints nestle within her hair And seemingly skip with pleasure… A buttercup meadow so rare Where we picnic at our leisure… Right in the centre of her chest Her heart beats a rhythm sublime… Wherever we are, that place is the best As long as I’m with her each time….
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Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
My Favourite Places
Appearances can be deceptive, And to the superficial gaze The outside looks dull and grey Plain looking in many ways, Yet, when a crack causes Water to seep slowly through, A Geode can split to reveal A dazzling sight to view! Piles of purple crystals Sparkling in the light, Such wonderful inner beauty Now apparent for our delight! Have you noticed how some people, May seem plain as plain can be? Yet, if we take time to peer deeper, Then, what gems would we see? Perhaps a beautiful heart We never thought was there, Where an aching generosity Is waiting its time to share? Yes, a warm, glowing inner beauty Will emerge before your eyes, A newly discovered Treasure For you to cherish, and to prize!
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 11:47 AM UTC
Beautiful Inside
How amazing to see you Ahead of your hour Using your strength To reveal a small flower. Like a pure white pearl Amid emerald blades Your head peeps through Winter’s harsh shades. A courageous act Pushing through frozen earth To show me your beauty, To reveal your true worth. Stand tall and proud, Delight me with your charm; For the merest sight of you Makes my heart calm.
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 11:46 AM UTC
To an Early Snowdrop
Relaxing peacefully on her lap Her fingers ran through his hair, And,speaking soft, soothing words Waves of calm caressed him there. Delilah used her feminine wiles, Honeyed words dripped from her lips, A sense of serenity enveloped his soul From her tender fingertips. The secret of his amazing strength Was reluctantly revealed to her ears Leading to open the floodgates Of times of sorrow and tears. On her lap he continued to rest, Unawares of her subtle scheming; Carefully his luxuriant locks were cut With scissors sharp and gleaming. Little could Samson have known The intentions of her black heart, Her cunning and overpowering charm Hit him as with a poisoned dart. Samson’s strength suddenly left him, As weak as a kitten he became, Delilah had truly duped him, Although it seemed to her a game. As hard as granite was her heart, No true feelings of love were there Else, why would she hurt him With no chance of any repair? His life had a very sad ending, Of this most people have heard, It’s recorded for our perusal Within the pages of God’s Word. The lesson to be learned From this ghastly episode Is that disloyalty is as acid That the heart can corrode. Like a wilting yellow lily Under the sun’s searing heat, Samson’s strength melted Into a pool of utter defeat. Remember this we should And be careful how we act Lest our deceptive hearts This drama we re-enact…
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Samson's Weakness
Like liquid sapphires Attracting my loving gaze Your eyes steal my heart.
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
Her Blue Eyes (Haiku)
Gluteus Maximus That Gladiator of Rome Got into such a rage That his mouth did foam, He cursed and snarled And snarled and cursed, Yet things didn’t improve They got much worse; His fists beat the ground And he spat into the air, No one dare come close When his temper did flare. Furiously struggling To undo a knot so big It wasn’t his strong point, He couldn’t give a fig! Unable to get to grips With his **** leather laces Those sandals caused such scowls And grotesque grimaces... So, aren’t you grateful That he isn’t alive today? That bad tempered warrior Your life he would slay Just with one of his black looks Or a growl at your face, You’d probably explode With only a trace Of smoke and shoes Left where you did stand, Nothing but grey ashes On the Coliseum’s red sand!
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
Tempers Fugit
Today, I will love you Come sun or rainy weather, Don’t think I will leave you, No,our lives none can sever. Tomorrow, I will love you As long as you hold my hand; My heart for you I’ll write each day Although waves wash away the sand. Forever, I will love you Don’t doubt, it is the truth, Each day we spend together Keeps me in perpetual youth.
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:41 AM UTC
Today,Tomorrow,Forever
Slap a padlock on my mind If you can only but try; My thoughts cannot be confined, My freedom you won’t deny. Am I so small, so fragile a Bird, Unnoticed, with a broken wing? So weak to utter a noble word, Unable to sweetly sing? No! There’s so much to learn, Inside there’s a tender heart; Passion’s deep within do burn, Just haven’t had chance to start. Don’t think you can control My life in every way, I am a patient, but strong soul Just waiting for the day When retribution will call, Then release, as from a cage And freedom to walk so tall With no more seething rage.
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
Victim of Love