Jester Me

Music on the ocean breeze
Wishes that it was consequence free
But that just parks meaning on the fence
What the heck are we without consequence?

Sitting on the fence unable to decide
Cuz my eyes are open far too wide
They see all the possible paths and ways
Keeping me frozen in one place

The consequence is that I reside in ice
Inside, undiscovered.  Outside, simply nice
I need a plan that will warm my heart
But if cause does not effect, there's no place to start

Just me
Jester be
Simply anything
But consequence free

Just be
And really see
That nothing's simple for
Jester me.


All of our conversations
Ring with consequence evasions
"Oh, just happened by
and thought I'd just say hi."

Then there's nothing for a while
Except a fleeting, passing smile
No goal, no plan, no vision
Just happenstance collisions

What's wrong with committing to
Some time that holds me and you
Don't wanna be authority or "the man"
Just wanna be a part of your plan

Just be
With me
We'd make so much sense
If we had consequence

But just us
Is just a dream
Consequently
It's just me...

Jester me.

The Map

This one was difficult to pull out.... I'm not sure I like it yet.  Maybe it'll please me more when (if?) I add music...  What do you think? 

Verse 1

When I know where I’m going I never seem to get there

When I lose my way I get found

When I set a direction for my thoughts to travel

They go anyplace but where they were bound

When I try to unravel the meaning of things

When I attempt to map my charts

I get stuck in traffic on the lower plane

And trip over the fallen stars

First Chorus

Where do I go from here?

How do I fill in the gap?  

Which way should I face to find the end place?

Can somebody give me a map?

Verse 2

When I try to describe what I want out of life

When I attempt to make a plan

When the maps that I draw go round in circles

Is when I least understand who I am

Then at that moment, when all seems so lost

And it’s certain I don't know the way

I’m temporarily blinded by a flash of insight

Then see I am where I should stay

Second Chorus

Where do I go from here?

Where lightning strikes and thunder claps?

Where I can find some peace of mind

Where there’s no more need for maps

Break

Some have claimed to already have such a thing

The bible, the 8-fold path, the Quran

A map to the music, a map of the ‘verse

A map I can understand

Does a map even exist? 

Is there a plan I can find?

Am I really going someplace?

Or just wasting my time?

Verse 3

When I know where I’m going I find that I am

At odds with my inner clown

Who does not want to know the places we go

Who does not even need to be found

While I restlessly think of ways to go forward

And attempt to direct every step

She skips and she laughs, she follows no path

She’s the bravest I’ve ever met

Third Chorus

Where do I go from here?

Or should I stay and adapt?

How can I find the meaning of life

Do I need to create my own map?

Can somebody draw me

Or get me or buy me or sing me

Or sign me a map

Please somebody

Kiss me and hug me, laugh me and bug me,

Love me and and cry me, hello and goodbye me,

Keep asking oh why me….

and please help me find me…

the map.

Just Us & Chocolate

chocolate.
just chocolate
and people
people and chocolate
and tea
gotta have it
just chocolate and people and tea
just us at JustUs!
gotta love sundays
and tea and people and
chocolate.

I Hate Bugs

I HATE bugs.
HATE THEM from their tiny tails to their tiny little mugs.
I know, I know they're good for the planet
But why must they invade my apartment?  DAMN IT!!??
They're squishy and icky and slimy and gross
They're creepy and crawly and crispy (shudder) and too close!
Seeing them is cool out in their natural habitat
Seeing them inside makes me wanna make 'em go SPLAT.
The violence they engender within me is great
Yet I don't have the heart to completely exterminate
Can't we come to an agreement? My white flag is unfurled
Little bugs leave my home - you have the rest of the world!

Sigh.  There's no reasoning with the little shits
Time to let them know... I.... HAVE... HAD.... IT!

Oh look.  Bug spray's on sale.
Stay tuned for the rest of the gruesome... "Donna vs Bugs" tale. 

A Poem With No Rhyme

My challenge today is a poem with no rhyme
A difficult task for a clown with no time... OUT!
Ack! That was close.  WOW! This is hard
Now, where was I? Right. Time out in the yard... NO!

Oh dear, sorry.  It's a sickness you see
I can't seem to help it.  Rhyme is part of me....eaning
In my soul.  It helps shape my goal....ies
Are brave guys don't you think?
Out on the ice, in the net, at the rink...ky

Rinky dink dink, la dee dah, siss boom bah.... ARRGGHHH!!!

Damn!  I'm failing at this self-imposed task
Maybe there's a non-rhyming guru I can as....accidentally
Run into and learn how to...

Write meaning on a page
With no support or structure
With no wall at my back shaping my thoughts
My words struggle in their freedom
As I urge them to exist
Outside of my comfort zone
Without plan
Without pattern
Without rhyme.

Wolfville Moments

Moment #1
The siren jars the air with it's weeewoooo weeeewoooo sound
The big red truck goes whizzing by with wheel's whirling round
The children laugh and point and shout at yet another wonder found
While adults share a knowing look and worry for the downed.

Moment #2
The big dog laps the water up then sits and wags his tail
The little dog prances around the other and sniffing does entail
The third, so happy with the water dish - as if she'd found her grail
Shows her complete and utter joy by kissing all the males. 


Moment #3
The cars crawl by at a snail's pace, putt putt putt putt zoom
The traffic has been heavy and slow all day - all speedsters meet their doom
The drivers glance at our big open window into this cozy coffee room
Bumper to bumper slows them further, both cars and drivers fume.

Moment #4
Two ladies try to cross the street during the traffic rush
They are only 10 feet from the crosswalk - they deserve to be mush
That's mean I know and I don't mean it, it's just a personal peeve
So use the friggin crosswalk! Push the button! Please!!

Moment #5
Sitting in the window and sipping at my tea
And taking the time to wave at the sea
Of people who pass both known and new
Thanks for sweetening the moments that I am sharing with you.

- Donna Holmes. May 20, 2012.   
 

My Poem

A lot of words have been occurring to me lately.  Here is yet ANOTHER new entry.  I actually wrote this and put music to it a couple of weeks ago. As noted to friends earlier, sometimes they come out sounding worse than I actually feel.... as long as I just keep writing them down right?  ;O)

MY POEM

The reason I'm here for
Is not very clear nor
Can I see where I'm going to.
The life that I cheered for
Is no longer here for
Me to choose it over you.

The one that I yearn for
Was never at my door
I'm not even sure he exists
But if ever I hear the
Voice that I steer for
My song will have gotten its wish


CHORUS
And then maybe my life will make sense.
And then maybe I'll find my way home.
So that I can give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.


My story keeps changing.
The facts rearranging
Themselves into some kind of dance.
Each step has been aging
Me less than engagingly.
I feel I've lost any chance

To stop all the raging
The fear and the caging
Of creative ideas that were bold.
I find that I'm gazing
At stars, each amazing.
Yet can't face how my story's told


CHORUS
Cuz I thought that my life would make sense
And I thought that I'd find my way home
That would let me give up the pretence
That all is still well, all is still well, all is still well
With my poem.

- Donna Holmes, April 15, 2012.