Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Our Disagreement

Our disagreement
proves to me
that there is hope
for humanity

Because our disagreement
never means
guns or wars
or fighting machines

Our disagreement,
over coffee or tea,
means everything
in the world to me.


- Donna Holmes.  December 10, 2013.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Dancing on Moonbeams

I'm thinking of writing another kids' musical comedy to be put on next summer.   I've been contemplating writing a version of "The Shoemaker and the Elves".   Of course, the first thing I came up with was a song.  This is what the elves would sing when they come into the workshop at night...

Riding on a moonbeam
Of laughter and mirth
From the stars in the sky
Down to the Earth

Dancing on a moonbeam
Lighter than air
Without a wrinkled worry
Or a single crinkled care

We're the spirits of inspiration
The creatures of create
We complete what isn't finished
And make early what was late

Are we real? Are we a dream?
We could ask the same of you!
Are you really what you seem?
Or just here to see the view?

Stuck upon a moonbeam
Our freedom bars the way
Until our inspiration
Sees the light of day.


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Unemployed

Lost my job for complicated reasons
Lost my way in the hottest of seasons
I may be losing my sense of time
I'm certain I've already lost my mind

Reality fades in and out of magic
Reality is a table and the conversation at it
And in reality I don't have a job
Generating not a single sob

It's weird but I feel overjoyed
And I'm not even a bit annoyed
Ok, maybe just a little annoyed
At having to face the lonely void
...of being unemployed.

Lost my job but I'll be ok
That's right ya? I'll be ok?
So much time now to find myself
So much future that I've gotta tell

Reality fades in and out of magic
Reality is a tea cup and electronic gadgets
And in reality I don't have a job
But I'm not changing the name of this blog

Yet strangely I feel overjoyed
And I am only a little annoyed
Ok, more than just a little annoyed
At having to face the lonely void
... of being unemployed.

Boy oh boy!
Shout for joy!
It's the real McCoy!
I'm unemployed

These aren't the droids you're looking for
And I am... unemployed.








Friday, April 5, 2013

When They Let Me Talk

On one hand we are nothing - minor specs in the cosmos
Little pieces of dust
The tiniest fraction of any equation
Reality's bit of rust

Look at the man behind the curtain
Watch for aces up his sleeve
When you get right down to basics
We are what he believes
And if you believe the utter nonsense
This tricky guy does spout
Then you'll get what you've paid for
A life that has no doubt

On the other hand we're everything - our senses create the 'verse
A collection of our dreams
The world IS what we make it
The illusion is what it seems

See the man behind the curtain
Pay attention to him please
For when you get right down to basics
He is what we believe
Shall we believe his uttered nonsense?
And all the things that he does spout?
It might lead us to more questions
Give us more to think about.

To move we must almost fall - science learned making robots walk
To think we must almost be insane
That's what I learn...
When they let me talk

Look at the girl behind the curtain
Watch for the rainbows up her sleeve
When you get right down to basics
I am what she believes
And if you believe the utter nonsense
This tricky one does spout
Then welcome to my confusion
Help me embrace the doubt.



Thursday, January 17, 2013

Multisensory

I taste your thoughts
And feel they are sweet
I see through your words
And hear stars in your dreams

I savour your scent
And envision your touch
I listen your eyes
And imagine the hush

That colours our senses
The moment we meet
I know you exist
But I don't believe.