Monday Morning Rising
pink rose face to sky
halo of sunn's gentle sigh
oh, what a silent lullaby
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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My Ode To Love
Twirling
Falling aimlessly
My ode to love was inaudible
Whirling against the breath and sigh
Of yesterdays
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Spring...A Happening
Spring,
A season open
To laughter
And
Hues of love!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Most Sincerely Yours
Sincerity
Becomes music
Like a song found and repeated
Quick silver
Hot
Searing
Like liquid truth
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Spring On The Runway
Spring wears gray today
Twirling in a foggy mist,
but her underlying colors
of daffodil orange and yellow,
azalea purple, and pink
tulip red and splashes of white...
What a sight to behold!
Forsythia gold,
so bold,
apple-blossom pink
thinks
spring is ravishin in gray and
her smile comes shinning through,
to prove it's true.
10: 11 a.m.
Sunday March 25,2012 (written)
Why Not!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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A Salute To Spring...Spring Time The Best Time
Spring in my step
Spring in the air
Spring!
Spring!
Lingering everywhere.
Spring fever to follow,
But I don't care,
Spring, for new journeys,
I'll meet you there!
Where?
By the garden gate,
You silly thing,
It's an invitation to frolic
So let's begin to sing.
It's Spring!
Written first day of Spring 2010
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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I Owe A Debt To Spring II
Oh, I owe a debt to spring!
She brought me wild flowers and
Hardy daffodils,
Beautiful, velvet, green carpeted hills.
She brought the mist of April showers,
With the promised bloom of May flowers.
Birds came back to sin,
Oh, I owe a debt to spring!
I see the colors of a rainbow dancing
Across the sky,
Spring came in with a lullaby.
I owe a debt to spring for the love
You bring to me, my love, to me!
I shall plant moss roses, dear spring,
To dance at your feet,
Spring time is the best time for nature's
bouquet of happiness complete...
O, I owe a debt to spring, for you, my love,
For you!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Sorrow's Twin
I am sorrow's twin,
No smiles here.
I have forgotten the sound
Of my own laughter...
I ramble around in dark rooms,
Stand in corners of dispair.
Can't get out of here.
My twin, sorrow,
Lay heavy on my chest,
So heavly I cannot rest.
Go away, you foolish whims
Speaking in whispers of a
Better tomorrow...
Leave me here with my twin
Sorrow!
She knows me better than you;
Makes no promises to be
Broken,
Gives out no token
Lies of peace and truth.
Let us be!
My twin sorrow, and me!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Foot Prints In The Snow
Footprints in the snow
Little faces all aglow
Voices filled with song and laughter
Echoing toward the pale sky rafters
Snow people soon appear
So happy snow days are here!
12: 49 AM-12: 51
December 20,2009
Dorothy Alves Holmes
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Or Is It the Other Way Around
The heart cannot delete
Those things, the mind
Won't let go of
(July 16,2011/A Poet Who Loves To Sing)
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Bluer than blue sky
Moon glows with halo of pink
Trees sway in night wind
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (01 January 2008)
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Mellow Mood of Christmas
The mellow mood of Christmas
Soft music and thoughts of you
Thrill me through and through.
I relive childhood dreams filled
With laughter and candy canes
An orange, a few nuts and one apple
Just simple little things...
There's not much money this year,
Mama said tucking us all in bed...
Her smile was warm like a gentle kiss
And we didn't miss the flashy
Red wagon or the crying doll
We thought we had it all...
And we did,
Oh yes we did.
It was Christmas in a house filled
With love and music and
Those peppermint candy canes,
Home made cookies, and
Made up games...and
So much love!
12-23,2009 (written)
11: 43-11: 47 p.m.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Cherry Blossoms Adrift
Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky
Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh
Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace
Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby
Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before
(1999)
poem by Mary Fumento
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The Lady in Pink
Me thinks
Pink is her favorite color
In which, she is
So elegantly dressed.
She is the grand dame, in
Pink Sweater,
Pink skirt,
Pink coat,
Pink hose,
Pale shoes
And pink pearls clipped in her
Perfectly coifed
Champagne colored hair
And diamonds in her smile.
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Upon My Lap My Sovereign Sits
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
And sucks upon my breast;
Meantime his love maintains my life
And gives my sense her rest.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
When thou hast taken thy repast,
Repose, my babe, on me;
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Thy cradle also be.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
Yet as I am, and as I may,
I must and will be thine,
Though all too little for thyself
Vouchsafing to be mine.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
poem by Martin Peerson
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Pink and lilac day
Where we stand on purple sand
Edged in pink waters
haiku by Dorothy Holmes
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My Pink Poem (Written With My Pink Pen)
I think I'll write a pink poem,
To make you smile,
Because pink poems say
I love you in all the languages
Of the world!
Take my hand,
Take my heart,
Share my laughter,
Listen to the music...
And don't just smell the roses,
Plant new ones and think of me.
poem by Dorothy Holmes
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Angels Lullaby
I was never alive
til the day I was blessed with you
When I hold you late at night
I know what I was put here to do
I turn off the world and listen to you sigh
And I will sing my angels lullaby
Know Im forever near
The one you can always call
Right all you know to fear
Are the shadows on your wall
Im here close enough
To kiss the tears you cry
And I will sing my angels lullaby
So tell me how to stop the years from racing
Is there a secret someone knows?
Ill never catch all the memories Im chasing
Ill never be ready to let go
And when the world seems cold
And you feel that all of your strength is gone
There may be one tiny voice
Your reason to carry on
And when Im not close enough
To kiss the tears you cry
You will sing your angels lullaby
Let this be our angels lullaby
song performed by by Richard Marx
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I am dressed in pink
In the middle of the pond
The one with the smile
haiku by Dorothy Holmes
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Pretty Pink Rose
Shes just been to russia and theyre dying their faces
Theyre dying over there
A pretty pink rose
That rnr lady takes a space-ship ride shes out of this world
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She tore down paris on the tall of thom paine
But the left wings broken the right insane
A pretty pink rose
Have a nice day, its a killer, turn a cheek
Its a christian code
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
Shes the poor mans gold shes the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannible
Shes a pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose
Pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love, pretty pink rose
Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
song performed by by David Bowie
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A Lover's Lullaby
SING lullaby, as women do,
Wherewith they bring their babes to rest;
And lullaby can I sing too,
As womanly as can the best.
With lullaby they still the child;
And if I be not much beguiled,
Full many a wanton babe have I,
Which must be still'd with lullaby.
First lullaby my youthful years,
It is now time to go to bed:
For crooked age and hoary hairs
Have won the haven within my head.
With lullaby, then, youth be still;
With lullaby content thy will;
Since courage quails and comes behind,
Go sleep, and so beguile thy mind!
Next lullaby my gazing eyes,
Which wonted were to glance apace;
For every glass may now suffice
To show the furrows in thy face.
With lullaby then wink awhile;
With lullaby your looks beguile;
Let no fair face, nor beauty bright,
Entice you eft with vain delight.
And lullaby my wanton will;
Let reason's rule now reign thy thought;
Since all too late I find by skill
How dear I have thy fancies bought;
With lullaby now take thine ease,
With lullaby thy doubts appease;
For trust to this, if thou be still,
My body shall obey thy will.
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
My will, my ware, and all that was:
I can no more delays devise;
But welcome pain, let pleasure pass.
With lullaby now take your leave;
With lullaby your dreams deceive;
And when you rise with waking eye,
Remember then this lullaby.
poem by George Gascoigne
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