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.
Friday, April 5, 2013
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.
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.
Monday, December 24, 2012
The Christmas Story
The cow gave a moo
The horse neighed too
The camel stamped and nudged the little lamb
The little lamb baahed, then went back to sleep
beside the bearded man.
The man moved closer to the warmth of his wife
As she snuggled the child, new to this life
And a single star shone - peaceful and bright
On a brand new tale born this night
The story was passed from shepherd to King
And a new way of believing was given wing
It whispered the wind and tickled the ears
It kissed thoughtful lips, emboldened the seers
It answered some questions, creating new whys
It bunched up its courage and learned how to fly
It flew over space and grew over time
Now dreams over you through my little rhyme.
- written by Donna Holmes on Nov 25, 2012
The horse neighed too
The camel stamped and nudged the little lamb
The little lamb baahed, then went back to sleep
beside the bearded man.
The man moved closer to the warmth of his wife
As she snuggled the child, new to this life
And a single star shone - peaceful and bright
On a brand new tale born this night
The story was passed from shepherd to King
And a new way of believing was given wing
It whispered the wind and tickled the ears
It kissed thoughtful lips, emboldened the seers
It answered some questions, creating new whys
It bunched up its courage and learned how to fly
It flew over space and grew over time
Now dreams over you through my little rhyme.
- written by Donna Holmes on Nov 25, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Being Agnostic
As many of you (ALL of those multitudes of you who follow my blog... ha!) know, I'm trying to write 30 poems in 30 days during the month of November. I will post many of them here in the coming weeks, but thought I'd add this one now. It's Poem #13 and I read it at Open Mike & Donna last night. It seemed to be received well. Hope you like it too...
Being agnostic is often easy.
It opens my mind and beautifully stretches my ideas.
It is acknowledging other points of view.
It gives my opinionated self a chance to stand back and LISTEN...
and hear other opinions and find ways of respecting and valuing them.
Being agnostic can be noble and right and lit up and good.
Being agnostic can sometimes be difficult.
Confronting one's limitations in belief and reality can hurt the soul.
To know there are some views out there that my head can never encompass
(and remain sane), is frustrating and scary.
Being agnostic can be cowardly and an excuse to give in to my indecision.
Letting others define the world without caring about,
or even lightly touching on, their perspective
can be ugly and dark.
Being agnostic can be very lonely.
Believing that anything might be possible is very similar to believing in nothing.
And believing in nothing, accepting that there really is no meaning,
and understanding there may not even be a reality,
holds some of the most singularly loneliest moments I have ever experienced.
At least Atheists have SOMETHING not to believe in.
Sometimes.... I just have nothing.
Being agnostic can be quite sad.
But... every once in a while of winking realities...
Being agnostic is breathtakingly beautiful.
Having a clear mind on a transcendentally joyous day
can fill me up with so much power and light.
On these days, every lovely thing is not only possible but IS.
And I am part of that universe and life makes sense and "joy" is "God".
And everyone is able to find a satisfyingly wonderful reason to live.
And I can hear the music of reality and I am in harmony with it.
Every once in a while, being agnostic...
is the best part of being me.
Being agnostic is often easy.
It opens my mind and beautifully stretches my ideas.
It is acknowledging other points of view.
It gives my opinionated self a chance to stand back and LISTEN...
and hear other opinions and find ways of respecting and valuing them.
Being agnostic can be noble and right and lit up and good.
Being agnostic can sometimes be difficult.
Confronting one's limitations in belief and reality can hurt the soul.
To know there are some views out there that my head can never encompass
(and remain sane), is frustrating and scary.
Being agnostic can be cowardly and an excuse to give in to my indecision.
Letting others define the world without caring about,
or even lightly touching on, their perspective
can be ugly and dark.
Being agnostic can be very lonely.
Believing that anything might be possible is very similar to believing in nothing.
And believing in nothing, accepting that there really is no meaning,
and understanding there may not even be a reality,
holds some of the most singularly loneliest moments I have ever experienced.
At least Atheists have SOMETHING not to believe in.
Sometimes.... I just have nothing.
Being agnostic can be quite sad.
But... every once in a while of winking realities...
Being agnostic is breathtakingly beautiful.
Having a clear mind on a transcendentally joyous day
can fill me up with so much power and light.
On these days, every lovely thing is not only possible but IS.
And I am part of that universe and life makes sense and "joy" is "God".
And everyone is able to find a satisfyingly wonderful reason to live.
And I can hear the music of reality and I am in harmony with it.
Every once in a while, being agnostic...
is the best part of being me.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
In the Wings
Little dancers in the wings and flitting 'cross the stage
A realization of having been instrumental
A moment of knowing this particular magic would not have existed without me
It made me cry
The thought, the idea, still makes me smile
For a beat I knew why
I am here.
It's not very often that we get a chance to see
That some part of the world would not exist without "me"
Little ideas in my head and flitting through a brainstorm
Being overcome by powerful emotion
A moment of connecting with a real and true part of this dreamy existence
Brought me to tears
Of joy and pain at the same time
For a moment these years
Made sense
It's not very often that we get a chance to know
That in some parts of this song there are still ways to grow
A realization of having been instrumental
A moment of knowing this particular magic would not have existed without me
It made me cry
The thought, the idea, still makes me smile
For a beat I knew why
I am here.
It's not very often that we get a chance to see
That some part of the world would not exist without "me"
Little ideas in my head and flitting through a brainstorm
Being overcome by powerful emotion
A moment of connecting with a real and true part of this dreamy existence
Brought me to tears
Of joy and pain at the same time
For a moment these years
Made sense
It's not very often that we get a chance to know
That in some parts of this song there are still ways to grow
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Thanksgiving
The music in my head, the sounds on my tongue
The melody I live, the harmony in song
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The family I hold always in my thoughts
And the knowledge that I'm in all of their hearts
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The friends that I hug or who make me laugh,
who share deep conversations - all the friends that I have
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The job, the food, the shelter, the clothes
Things taken for granted which I have in droves
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
Thankfully... where I belong.
The melody I live, the harmony in song
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The family I hold always in my thoughts
And the knowledge that I'm in all of their hearts
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The friends that I hug or who make me laugh,
who share deep conversations - all the friends that I have
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
The job, the food, the shelter, the clothes
Things taken for granted which I have in droves
Thank you stars. Thank you 'verse. Thank you for this life immersed
in the song, in the song...
Thankfully... where I belong.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Words
Words
Why can't I ever find the words
That clarify all my ideas
In all my songs that hinge upon
Words
They're always on the tips of tongues
They lie and cheat and poke some fun
While I keep searching for the right one
Chorus
Words keep getting by me
Words behind me
Words beguile me
Words, words, words defy me
Words
Can be so very hard to say
Yet chatter all my thoughts away
And they can cage or they can...
Free
Up all the thoughts inside my head
Just wish I understood what's said
So I could take them back instead
Chorus 2
Words keep getting by me
Words can bind me
Words terrify me
Words, words, words define me
Words
I need a few more for this song
Another verse and then I'm done
I don't know what I'm saying
Damn words
They never help me see the light
They make me toss and turn all night
And then they never come out just quite right...
Words (end)
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