Short Holden Poems

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Premium Member BEHOLDING WHOLE-

I came unto you broken
Now I'm taken remolden 
World won't  be holden, me...
I am no longer, shattered and broken

I am beholden 

Whole

4/23/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024


Mad Max Lament

Now that the Chrysler Chargers 
With the Holden Monaros 
And the Ford Falcons 
Are all vanishing from 
Our roads in the Outback
What will the bikie outlaws
In the next Mad Max movie
Drive on their tracks
Toyota Camrys just don’t cut it.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Role Model

Typical season Pitfalls no reason I'm covered in Soul My arose my emotion still in flow Now knowing where I show I know my truest self Holden, holder, to my middle breath Model role, role model
11/26/22/ Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

Catcher In the Rye

Horny
Corny

Kinky 
Stinky

Stoned
Boned

Holden 
Folding

His biz
Takes wizz

Hit can
Effed man...

Found hoe
No dough

Name sun
Big buns

No clothes
Touch toes

She roared
She sore

More dough
Said no

Pimp slap
Got jacked

(If you have read the Catcher in the Rye you would understand).
Form: Footle

Holden On

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 2011
Form: Rhyme


Footballs Meat Pies Kangaroos

We love football meat pies kangaroos and Holden cars
We’d sing it at home in the playground and in bars
The good old days when everything was Australian made 
But that ended then and now the song did fade

So here we are a place whose population 
Is looking for work in mining tourism and submarine production
We look like we did in 1941
No industry no future and looking around for one. 

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad

M16a2

M16-Noah Holden

I hold 30 bullets to the magazine,
I am the best friend to every marine,
Each bullet travels through my chamber,
When in the hands of a marine your sure to be in danger,
I shoot single shot or in spurts of three,
Pull my slide back to cock me,
My bullet size is 7.62x25,
Get shot by me and I doubt you’ll be alive,
I am an M16A2 assault riffle machine gun,
Come against me and your sure to be done.
Form:

55 Holden Car Fj

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 thataway, me route was incomplete, just campdrafted me with his car, down some bloody side street. not happy Jan I say. Don Johnson
Form: Rhyme

Black Is the New Red

He liked to drive real fast
Wanting the driving to last
And was clocked at a 253 kmh speed
In a 110 kmh zone so reckless indeed

But the blue caught his black utility
Stopping him with flashing lights too
He thought that black was the new red
Driving without a full licence instead

His learner’s permit for 12 months was suspended
The Holden utility was not registered 
So his made the nightly news
For driving nobody would excuse.
	
© Paul Warren Poetry

Premium Member Books I'Ve Read - * the Catcher In the Rye *

School was crummy. Classmates mean.
Holden Caulfield, aged sixteen
dropped out to the New York City scene.
There he wandered, Sorrow's Son,
overgrown but underdone.
Seared by girls, it wasn't fun.
Broke, disheartened, home he slid.
Sister Phoebe, a perky kid
boosted him up. She really did,
but only for a moment though.
Down the skids alas he'll go
landing in a shrink chateau.
Oh what torment must be his
who God damns yet feels. Gee whiz!
Youth is ruff. It really is.
Form: Rhyme

Renegade

Don’t tell what to do, don’t tell how to behave
I’m a renegade, I’m no ones slave
I’m free of all restraints, free to do what I desire
Holden to something higher, it fills me full of fire
Your lies are just a web, to keep me underground
But the  law’s  unsound, you can’t pin me down
As tight as you can grip, it will never be enough
‘coz I’m raw and I’m  ruff, made of sterner stuff
You can’t control our mind, so you try to kill our will
But I can match your skill, come and get your fill
Form: Rhyme

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