"holt" poems
Michael Louviere was a man of the people,
Who held in his hand a book of the law,
And outside his belt a gun for his safety,
But never would he have used it for ******
I'm told he helped many but never killed any,
But Sylvester Holt did not believe it,
He said the actions of one create a whole guilty people,
And he took the matters into his own hands,
And killed poor young Michael for serving his people.
So I'm sorry young man, you been born with white skin,
In a world with the permissions to ****** and to maim,
But just to have freedom depends on your name,
But if you think its good I suppose ill let you,
Work for a cause that is just out to get you,
And keeping in line with the others before him,
Sylvester took the bait and the hook nearly gored him,
But the worm could've lived it was just his misfortune.
Sylvester laid down with a bullet in his chest,
And the gun in his hand had a burning hot barrel,
He assumed death was better than life and life only,
But in his last second he pulled out a small knife,
And cut in his gun small violent furrow,
It was then that he realized this all wasn't worth it,
He saw those two notches and handed himself in,
To a lifetime of no pain and and unwoken rest.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
People think it's bad,
they don't even know
what marijuana does
and where it makes you go
It opens up your mind
and helps you see the dreams
You stopped believing could come true
and it makes you realize
that the only thing stopping it is you.
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
She runs through the woods
panting for breath,
needing to rest
she listens out
dogs barking
they're growing closer
eager for blood.
She hears them in the distance,
Men,
she lets out a cry,
weaving round tree trunks
going under Bush,
they draw closer,
Her lungs feel crushed.
Her beautiful red coat
is covered in mud,
twigs and leafs,
whatever's under foot,
terror curses through her vains,
she's been chased for hours
feeling drained.
Startled by a blow on a horn
she comes to a Holt,
petrified she urinates
as footsteps fall in behind her
they're here!
Cornered now
her hair stands on end,
A tear drops
as death creeps upon her,
She has no time...
The hounds pounce!
tearing
tugging
And ripping
They do their masters bidding!
Fox hunting a fun sport for all...
(SW)
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
Blame it all on me
If your blind, I'm the reason you can't see
If you got a STD, I'm the reason it hurts to ***
If you're losing, I'm the reason you're not in the lead
Blame it all on me
I'm the fault you lost your job
I'm the fault you got robbed
I'm the fault your job is to mop
Getting paid minimum wage
Still by yourself, at your age
I guess I'm the source of all your rage
Blame it all on me
'Cause I'll just sit here and take it
I don't give a **** no need to fake it
And if I'm the reason you didn't make it
Blame it all on me
Even if I'm half way cross the world
It's still my fault
That you're broken and missing a bolt
Or that you're lovely relationship came to a holt
Blame it all on me
But while I'm steady being the blame
I stare at your life, head down in shame
'Cause while you're blaming me for losing the game
I take responsibility for what I do
If I **** up, I'll be the last one to blame you
By Vladislav Vagner
www.poemjunction.net
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Swimming through deep water
Heading for the Holt?
Stop and pause to pray or prey?
Opportunistic?
Jean van jean?
In the forest there are no sanctions
Just life and death and hibernation
In the urban forest
The place we call the office
Or the Learning Zone
There is so much more risk
Classes clash; personalities clash;
Priorities clash; authorities clash!
The mob rules
The bullies rule
The demands/needs of the customer; the consumer; the learner
All must be met
Where am I in the urban forest
A tree shrew
A thorny owl
A wild Ottter
Or an Osprey with a mountain view
Soaring high above the issues of the urban forest
Far travelled wild Osprey
I yearn to be yew
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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Respectability boredom
The basis of your
very happy marriage.
Added to it my painful
everlasting suffering.
My heart-ache,
and heart-break.
It all came to it's
inevitable end.
Everyone as everything
comes to a holt the"end."
I rolled your rushed up early dice back!
Rolled before I could understand the magic you were the deceitfulness the mind **** and hunting game
You now rip back
what greedy ones have planned for you
From that drunken ***** wild bird of paradise door you left ajared.
This universal law applies
as a balancing skale!
It just never fails
It's all an ever
pendulum Oscillation.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply.
10-2020.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
OH DEAR NORTH KOREA
THERE IS A NUCLEAR THREAT
THE U.S. JAPAN AND CHINA
HAVE AN EACH WAY BET
KIM JONG-UN IS CHALLENGING THE WORLD
COME ON NATIONS LET PLAY
IF WE ARE TO DANCE
WILL WE HAVE A NUCLEAR DAY
WHAT CAN WE DO TO HOLT THE THREAT
AND BRING THE WORLD TO PEACE
COME ON KIM JONG-UN WHY DON'T YOU WATCH
OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN IN GREASE
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Sometimes I sit out in the sunlight
And watch the clouds blow above my head
And then I look over to the right
Yeah, you
And I don't say anything
I'm just in a daze
I want to go skate
But it's rainy it's wet
my emotions are spinning
I'm thinking about you
As I lay here
Drenched in the grass
Wish you'd come my way
We could look up at the stars
I grab your hand and I tell you all the things I've been trying to say
From here to there across the trussle
My naive status could still be sane
And now I'm just jumping in puddles
Dancing in the rain.
There's a saying that the good girls always fall for the bad boys
I'm beginning to believe it's true
Everything about you makes me feel some type of way
I'm starting to get confused
Aw you're so cute
I really wish you knew
© 2014 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood;
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare;
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
Today the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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The contours of her face paint a tapestry of divinity
Her eyes capture your glance from afar.
Face pouring sweat, you are sedated
Unable to move, time has came to a holt.
Mind races into action
Capturing every detail of the moment.
She is serenity
Yet a force of unbridled power.
A mermaid to weary sailors
She captures your mind.
Her body's movements wrench the chains of your devotion
Each step collapsing your ability to breathe.
With the intensity of the oceans waves
Her movements crash against the shores of your heart.
The shimmer of a ruby in the light of the sun
Paled by the shadow she cast in your heart.
Her...
The essence of you...
Untouchable...
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
for Susan
He stood there in the card shop
finding it hard to decide
between a Chinese rose,
a flock of starlings,
a river scene in summer . . .
They all had printed blank inside
upon their cellophane wrappers.
He felt blank inside
when it came to words.
How do you say
(after twenty-six years)
I love you,
with that tremor and thrill
he remembered when,
stopping the car
between Holt and the sea,
he had looked into those still
jade green eyes, and told her so.
So he choose Tropical Birds in a Landscape
Jan van Kessel the Elder (1628-79).
It was Chaucer’s Technicolor Dream.
A Parliament of Fowles no less
who *welcome somer, with your sonne softe,
Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte,
Sith ech of hem recovered hath hys make
Ful blissful mowe they synge when they awake.*
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
It's December, the cold weather is here.
I see ice blocks outside, and snow in the near.
It's Christmas time, Then New Years prime
2015 is a start of something fresh, brand new year.
Your dreams, are your reality.
You gotta believe in much more
practicality and swag
new shoes and hand bags
Party tonight
Classy and bright
Let's throw a New Year's Party
Kiss some random cutie next to you
Midnight fever, mega ******
Jello Shots throughout the clock
To stay awake for New Year's Day
It starts today.
© 2014 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Forget the apprehension,
Let your clouded breath hang
On the rearview you see from
Your memories
Move in that direction
As tears
Dangle, restless, longing for solid earth
Dewy, un-coiffed grass
Emblazons today, still
Underneath can be beyond…
Above can be behind…
Shrouded horizon spins unnoticed
And all-encompassing endeavors
Bending light ‘twixt fate’s fingers
Like moments through a color-arch
Acrid rumors, sweat
Spew from our stolid, misshapen bodies
Soaring, metal box with wheels
Over holt, into the harbor
Hence comes the tide;
Hence comes the tide!
Underneath becomes beyond
Above becomes behind!
Anxious melody of air-springing
Pervades the cacophony of living
Can you forget asphyxiation,
So long
As saturated lungs keep breathing?
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 6:57 AM UTC
You're a shadow following society
Too scared to shine, it's probably anxiety
but you're beautiful, that's probably something
you've always wanted to hear,
You're too good to be sad,
Stay gold my dear,
Words of wisdom are gonna
guide you down the path
through depression,
you'll make it out quite fast
But you need positive vibes,
to help you find,
the way out.
Just smile,
Enjoy the world
Be a child again,
don't even try to pretend,
you'll be happy,
in time
Because Negative vibes
are designed to
trick your mind
and make you feel
like there's no way to move on
why be sad?
Be strong.
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
There was a frog down in the swamp
Who'd leap a half a mile
I chased that sunday entrée
With all my skill and guile
But when I speared that monster bull
I had a weird hunch
Those bulging eyes were warning me
I sure would hate my lunch
It ain't always a gourmet cook
Who serves the very best
I fried those twitching muscles there
And ate each bite with zest
But a funny feeling took-a-holt
That made me want to jump
Soon I felt me start to crave
A cool place for my ****
I found myself a boggy bank
And did a healthy croak
I bent my legs and leaped a block
And thought my *%$#@X!!# back was broke
I learned my lesson messing with
That cussed hoodoo frog
I sit safe on my pillow now
And don't go near the bog
But I'm still haunted by the hex
That ****** old frog applied
And I'm still getting Blue Cross
For a tender underside
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Mother Earth and Father Sky
Sitting closely as I sing
Flying gracefully in the night
As I drift upon their wings
Slow and sweet, lovely tunes
Frolic through the sounds
Looking upon the blissful moon
As I float safely to the ground
Losing moments in the heat
As the night comes to a holt
And the moon turns to defeat
So the sun can spark a volt
Shining softly through the sounds
That the chorus makes
Of defenseless little clouds
Feeling pain they cannot take
The trees will slowly turn to ash
As the grass becomes a blaze
Melting into the dusty hash
So the world becomes a haze
Mother Earth and Father Sky
Protect me for I am trapped
In between these pins and burns
Slipping from your grasp
Mother you cannot save me
Now that the world is cold and still
Father can't come hold me
I am the one that makes him shrill
I know you're busy with this world
I'll be a part of it one day
But inside my body's swirled
For these words are brash, dare I say
That now I'm floating in your air
The breeze linked to my heart
Close you're eyes, no need to stare
For now I am a part
Of this world you know so well
Quiet and serene
Nature turns and dare i tell
It was no home for me
Alysia Marie 2015 ©
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
rip tide, salty spray
sunset, deserted shoreline
clothes, neatly folded
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
A tragedy of conversation
Can bring a tremendous friendship
To an untimely holt
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
I'm lying here in a field of flowers
come and lay right next to me
we can watch the clouds
Close our eyes and live in the dream
Listen don't worry, don't be sour
When you get to know me
I'll give you all the power
to be the happiest
dreamer,
you can be
You gotta believe in yourself
and throw away, all the sadness
just try to enjoy the world
and forget all the madness
Forget about the future,
forget about the past,
forget about, all the things,
you're living your life too fast
Just enjoy everything around you,
especially the trees,
Not about the government but
what we're all turning out to be
Just try to be peaceful,
just love everyone,
and your life
will simply become,
positive vibes
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
you
I miss you,
I miss you a lot.
I miss you so much babe.
I can't stand going days without you.
Everything you do just makes me want to live
I just have so much fun going on adventures with you.
I wish I knew ways to get you to feel the way I feel all the time.
The memories we have are so fond and vivid that I'm always going mad
Wishing to get back all the wonderful days that we always use to have as wide receivers.
I don't need you but I want you.
I want you more than anything.
I want to call you mine again bae.
I want to talk to you on the phone
Elijah we could just laugh all day
When I'm with you it's a better place
Ugh, I'm so lost without you my mind is a maze
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm just so torn apart and worthless
I can't help but be confused
I would eat but I'm too nervous
I just might need a drink or two
I would drink away my problems
No one would seem to care
This society is a big party
And depressions floating in the air
So save me
I'm dying
Depression
Is eating me alive and
I can't breathe
I'm crying
Anxiety
Is killing me tonight
So grab a knife
Put the blade through your skin
Nothing seems to help my heart
Nobody seems to ever listen
I just cake my face with makeup
To help my insecurities go
But even if it's mascara
My pain will start to show
So save me
I'm dying
Depression is eating me alive and I
can't breathe,
I'm crying,
Anxiety is killing me tonight
What would you do
If you only knew
Would you just feel bad
or would you try to reverse
the sadness
So save me I’m dying depression is
eating me alive
and I can't breathe,
I'm crying,
anxiety is killing me tonight.
© 2013 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
She didn't want to be there
so she left to a place
where she could be free
among the while
with a smile upon her face
**** the society, she said
"Take me to the fairytales"
like in the books she read
It's better when you're dreaming
than to wake up to a world
with a numb like feeling
The american dream never turned out right
it's all about currency
not even our rights
we are forced to work
to live our lives
so we can afford
food to keep us alive
What if we just took a chance?
Going against the government
so we can change it
life is what you make it
Let's just turn this around
are you in?
Shut the whole system down
we can win
The girl feels free right now
she lives on her own
grows her fruit and builds a town
for herself in the woods
just know that she just could
if she dreamed it she can receive it.
© 2014 Samantha Girouard-Holt
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
My nervous system's oxytocin production has come to a holt
So please darling, value what I had given you
As that was the last dose of my love this world will ever see
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
I sit in front of the computer
with my hands on the keys,
not typing anything.
I am at a holt.
I have writers block, I guess you could say.
My head is at a blank,
just completely empty.
I type a word, then erase it.
I look out the window, then back at the screen.
I type another word,
a new word, a different word.
I read it over again and again.
Then I hot backspace,
and it's gone,
just like all my thoughts,
like every idea I've ever had.
My page is blank, my curser blinking,
my cursing increasing.
Maybe I shouldn't be a writer,
maybe I should try something new,
take up something else.
Something else just to fail at,
to not succeed.
That's my biggest achievement
and my greatest pet peeve.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC