J.R. Holmes Poems

The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest
As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams
Onto the rough sands of consciousness.
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All is fair in love and war
For the luscious, who hoard stores
Of attachments they once lured -
A war that they lust for more.
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I told her,
"Hallie-Jane,
I explosively confess - you are my angel on the next page
Of a romantic act of a love play on a Broadway stage.
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A powerful artist you are Molière!
The way you command your words with tease and care
Is like a steamy love affair
That fires my mind with fiery flare!
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Amid a bustling marketplace
On the busy streets of Hong Kong,
A horrid image, far from grace,
Sought me like a terrible song
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Alone I stand on the edge of a cliff, gazing
The child-crafts, on their dark azure abode, bowing
To the ghastly, mighty Mountain trembling the sea.
He yields the whirling winds through my body to breathe
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Tomorrow,
They'll be asking me
"What's the difference
Between happiness and sadness? "
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I'm so sorry, my friend.
So sorry I keep fading,
Fading away from you;
Leaving myself colorless
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Wild child, I'm sorry to say -
You must not crayon me no more
Nor can we place a time to play.
No longer can you be a hermit hardcore.
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