Holden Poems - Poems about Holden

24 seven, Eight, Nine, Ten to the second. Heaven ate my pancreas, Please pretend eleven likes me. Twelve times its elapsed, Survival wasn’t even likely. Shelved minds, And a brain collapsed, He forgot the old me. Thirteen days in hells binds, Sustained damage behind waxed out eyes, “Can he even see me?” There’s a bird who abides...

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Leslie Holden came from East Adelaide a South Australia town When on 26 May 1915 he enlisted in the 4th Light Horse of the AIF renown He was a driver when the 4th left for Egypt and the war Then volunteered for the Australian Flying Corps for flying and adventure for more Just to get into these...

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When i was 20 i was driving out Ennogera way, just a driving me ole FJ, {55 Holden car} 2 lanes we had near Alderley, when the left lane guy made a right turn and i was taken down his street , and me fiery temper burned, and the air got blue tout suite. #@%^&* I wasnt going...

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It happens when you’re debilitated, laid-up, sick; random images, memories coalesce within the unoccupied reason of your mind. Maybe you have a memory, standing on a hill, chilled, watching the final high school football game of the season. Maybe you are a fictional character writing about mixed emotions: your youth transcending societal doubt. You could be a...

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Ode to Holden Caulfield I'm not even going to mention that term you scattered so ubiquitously throughout your memoir It's pretentious to bring it up, like I'm trying to prove something I mean, why would anyone who claims to be a so-called devotee fall into the trap of perpetuating the hypocrisy you so profusely railed against Your fierce, but...

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A boy and a girl just arrived in this world To parents they both will share Now from the house within will echo the cry of twins As an answer to prayers from everywhere After passing the test of a month of bed-rest To ensure that they developed complete For Mom and for Dad, no more rest to be had As...

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Holden on to that golden smile the power of a mighty river, like the Nile Holden on to his incredible laughter it echoes to the highest rafter Holden on to his favorite quotes “Hey, how ya doing?” and “are you tired?” rings its sweet notes On Holden to that beautiful place with your charisma, they shall be graced Honoring Holden Eanes Richard J. Long- February...

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These are the people that voted for our president And these are the people that buy all the tabloids And these are the people that wouldn’t notice talent If it hit them over the head repeatedly Last picked at your sporting events Last picked off your publishing lists These are the people that succeed because they know people These are the people...

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