Best Holm Poems

(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck, though far from sea it be,
many a hour spent there,
us...

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I remember that place
in green pastures called home.
But where are you now
“Union Yard, Britton Holm”
Deep in reams of memories
indelible you lay,
reposed at the helm
of a life rushing by.

Guess i’ve played life’s
generation game,
yet somehow you appeared the same!
Misguided my mind
in local pursuit,
when reminded
one does not belong,
the...

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Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre!  This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen eye get holm. Butt now theirs too
blew wales inn wiaves-...

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Exodus 
Under a big holm oak, I sat on a stone resting a little
the sun so early in the year was hot, years ago there were 
flocks of sheep here they laid chewing ignoring me.
This year there is none not even pellet droppings
the landscape is...

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A
lasting
requiem-
music to the
soul


Tribute to Christian writer/muscians eg Graham Kendrick/Stuart Townend/Dallas Holm...

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In weathers un-listened geography
I await the late years
low ambient yellow
that will dissolve
the drenched slumber
of landscape grey and spindrift froth.

Names of other elemental places
slip beneath the door,
they are given character
of sea scape gust, and mercator projection
softened in the description
"slight"

They veer now,
howling their last
close to battered breath...

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It may be fallacious to make a poem about a fallacy
But I wish to talk about a problem in reality

Once upon a Texas morning, a man held in low respects took a gun from his home
He moved quietly in the afternoon shooting all 6 rounds
He...

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Our Lady of Fátima


Our lady of the Rosary.
So young and beautiful you were,
Absolute flawless poetry.
The mother chosen
For your adoration,
Your love true devotion
To give the world God's Son.
The Lord is with thee.
Us sinners, our whispers
Ask to keep us in your prayers.

You appeared in a flash of...

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Almond Tree and Prisoners
As a child I lived near a farm a farm that was
next door to a prison camp. Russian prisoners
marched up and down trying to keep warm 
it was January with much frost, year of 1945 
I thought of this today on my...

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The tree of ages

There had been a storm, not a squall making it difficult
to walk from the supermarket to your car leaving you 
with tussled hair and breathless, no this was 
the real thing and the holm oak crashed to the ground 
roots and all...

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Once upon a time

In May, in the landscape where I used to live, dainty light green buses appeared, seemed to have no roots, fragile, pure sea air, in a temporary material form
Then, one morning, not a trace, they had gone back 
to the ocean again,...

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