A Poet Who Loves To Sing AlvesHolmes - poems -

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A Poet Who Loves To Sing....AlvesHolmes

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Publication Date: 2008

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A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes() Hello, you have met me before as Dorothy Alves Homes, signing as 'A Poet WhoLoves To Sing'...I have this new site, so named, in order to honor your requestthat I have an e-book. Here I will share less than my 800+ poems but a list ofsome of my Haiku Poems, my Poetry In Motion poems, and others for yourreading pleasure. Hope to hear from you.


! 104 Haiku Mother With Ducklings In shadow of dayThey enjoy the river's edgeUnited in love Sept.22,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


# 12 Haiku Baby - Baby - Baby Her smile lit the nightHer laughter inspired angelsTo sing and dance Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


# 62 Haiku Winter Night Oh sweet winter nightYou brought back laughter forgotWe made snow angels July 10,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


# 79 Haiku Water Fall Concert My voice is silencedBy sound of water fall'sSweet acappela A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


# 86 Haiku Snow Bound Solitude Snow bound solitudeResurrecting the pain ofYour demise my love August 14,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#100 Haiku Hitch Hiker Sunlight rides the cloudsMountain edged in sunset glowBare tree praises God Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#108 Haiku 'Within Us' Within each of usLies the ability toSoar high as with wings! (seeing photo of dolphin high above the water) Sunday 1: 21 p.m.September 23,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#11 Haiku Spring Is Here (3) Spring fllaunted her smile -Everything she loved slowlyAwakened in praise Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves To Sing A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#11 Haiku Spring Is Here (2) Spring's Dresser changed herInto winter's chilled soft wrapWithout care or flare Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#110 Haiku The Smile Of Summer The smile of summerLingers in days of AutumSoon leaves will dance 7: 23 a.m. Sept.25,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#111 Haiku The Heart Cannot Be Silenced My heart calls your nameIn the gloom of endless nightsAnd days of longing... Sept.26,2007 2: 47 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#113 Haiku In Search Of Peace Once in search of peaceSweet serenity found meIn water garden Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#114 Haiku Hues Of Autumn Lovely summer dancedTwirling into days of fallAutumn hues tip toe A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#127 Haiku Jeweled Butterfly In elegant dressBlue-Winged butterfly posesJeweled in Saphire Lace Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#128 Haiku The Night Sky Blue velvet night skyWith diamond dancer star lightDreamers make wishes October 14,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#142 Haiku A Patch Of Heaven A Patch of heavenPale waters and quiet dreamsEdged in blue and green A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#148 Haiku While You Sleep While you sleep, poetsWith insomnia write verseTo while time away 6: a.m.11/12/07 DorothyA Poet Who Sings.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#156 Haiku Ecstasy Betrayed Weaving through shadowsInvisible lanquished dreamsEcstasy betrayed written ll/22/07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#160 Haiku Lush Trees Sky mountains lush treesWaterfall violins playMusic with velvet strings Dec.7,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#164 Haiku Sun Flowers Favorite flowersBrown faces with golden hairGarden's Gift of love Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#176 Haiku Within The Shell Imprisoned in shellNo song to sing - no storyTo tell - rescue me Dec.21,2007 (crab in shell) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#178 Witness Universal Truth universal trutha trio of God's wonderearth, stars, blue sky 12-22-07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#180 Haiku Gifts Without Ribbons Gifts without ribbonsThis precious child I treasureThis day God given writtenDec.28,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#181 Haiku Trees In Winter Lace Trees in white laced snowWinter's smile has bragging rightsSparkling and lovely Dec.26,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#183 Haiku Matters Not Matters not how smallThe dwelling place we call homeIf contentment reigns 12/7/07 Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#187 Haiku I Hear Music A baby's cooingThe rush of a waterfallMusic to my ears A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#191 Haiku A Tent Of Blue Sky A tent of blue skyCarresses the horizonPink gold beautiful A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#192 Haiku Palm Trees Palm trees grace landscapeBurst of pink laughter invadesBlue sky cold waters Jan.7,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#194-Ii By The Light Of The Moon Standing on the shoreNight's silver light bades me comeThe water is fine January 9,2008 WoW...My Birthday! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#195 Haiku Soar! Through the stretch of treesIn the quiet blue sky soarsThe eagle with grace Sept 23,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#196 Haiku Once Was Not Enough... Oh my heart did leapRemembering your sweet kissOnce was not enough A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#198 Haiku Heart Lullabies We sang love songs toWaterfall's echoing strandsOf heart lullabies A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#199 Haiku Lord I Sing Your Praises Light to guide my wayOut of the dark surroundingsI sing your praises Written Dec.7,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#202 Haiku Hey Don'T Hide In Shadows Don't hide behind treesIn shadows of winter snowLaugh make snow angels A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#203 Haiku Field Of Gold Field of golden grainBeneath blue sky's blazing sunBounty of beauty written 11/18/07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#207 Haiku Web Of Man's Deciet Man's web of deceitPossesses not lovelinessOf spider's web Jan.08 Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#213 Haiku Mountain Climbers Ii Those invisible montainsSurely are hardest to climbOne must be steadfast A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#214 Haiku Mountain Woes Voices echoingSinging songs of life's sorrowsMountains hold secrets A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#215 Haiku In World Of Difference In world of differenceOur hearts we must still uniteFor a World of peace Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#219 Haiku Angel's Hair Waterfall mimicsSilky flow of angelllll's hairPleasing eyes and ears A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#220 Haiku Too Late (Again) No matter where IChanced to be you and love hadAlready been there A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#221 Haiku (A) Hide And Seek Leaves play hide and seekWith the wind in jaunty pilesOf crisp rustling glee Dec.3,207ll: 43 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#221 Haiku (B) Hide And Seek Leaves playing tag withThe wind hide in playfull softCushioned joyfullness 11: 43.1 a.m.Dec.3,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#223 Haiku Woodland Woodland shelters streamFlowing with fantasy dreamsFashioned by lovers Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#233 Haiku Your Shadows Dancing In The Rain Down pours the rainWhile trees bend in gusty windShadows of you dance May 16,97 (written) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#235 Haiku Flowers Every flower isA beautiful masterpieceWinged or blossom stemed Written Feb.25,08(seeing butterfly perched on flower) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#238 Haiku Whispers Of Spring Spring whispered softly'Sleepy garden, 'tis time forOur spring seranades' A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#240 Haiku River's Song River over flowsDown rock clustered waterfallComposing music A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#247 Haiku Road To Sucess Must strive for successWorth having worth reaching forStretch with all your might A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#248 Haiku Sea Of Loneliness Too many adriftOn rough sea of lonelinessSands of time make change Written 3-9-08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#25 Haiku Finding Peace I am not aloneGod's wonders surround me asI pray in silence A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#253 Haiku Prelude To Madness Prelude to madnessWaves swallow the sandy shoreDark shadows linger A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#254 Haiku First Day Of Spring (3/20/08) Spring arrived todayRunning wild with wind swept leavesHer smile was chilly 9: 58 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#256 Haiku Sunset Rainbow Rainbow of sunsetGlowing on edge of darknessThen splashing below written 3/23/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#259 Haiku Angels Soaring On Clouds The sun sets beneath wingsOf angels soaring on cloudsAs night sky draws near A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#261 Haiku The Ocean's Roar Ocean roars your nameCrashing against the shore lineWe long for you still #/27/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#263 Spring's Dresser Spring's dresser changed herInto winter's chilled soft wrapWithout flair or care... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#265 Haiku Winter's Fingers The dancing has stoppedIcy fingers of winterCling like sorrow's tears April 3,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#27 Haiku Be Brave....Ode To A Swan Swim in the spot lightMy web footed friend, be braveOut there is freedom A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#271 Haiku A Heart's Wish Rough waters stop notHeart's wish for promised days ofLove's sweet ecstasy April 7,08 A Poet That Loves To Sing A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#273 Haiku Sing Out Sing out oh spring bloomsCrocus and daffodils danceMidst forsythia April 8,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#274 Haiku Rainy Days Of Spring Spring's umbrella daysAre too many in numberWe miss sun's laughter written April 8,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#277 Haiku Breath Of Angels The breath of angelsBlew clouds across dark skyNight opened its arms A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#28 Haiku 'Click' Reflection of treesBlue sky in mirrored watersPicture perfection A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#280 Haiku Pretty Little Rabbit Let him be I cooedThen he nibbled my prize roseGet him I shouted A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#289 Haiku Riding On Horses With Wings Lovely pastel skyMy diamond studded dreams rideOn horses with wings Written May 2,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#290 Haiku Twilight Sky A heart in mourningTwilight sky reflects sorrowSea filled with my tears May 2,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#292 Haiku And Then There Were None Curtain of palm treesDance in summer winds, blowingSand castles away Written May 9,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#295 Haiku Two Red Parrots together againO what perfect red bird blissMy forever love May 6,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#31 Haiku Sing Song Melody There was such a dayThe sing song melody ofA stream's seranade Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#320 Haiku Spring's Song Clear blue water streamGleeful song of spring babblesSummer's promise sings June 7,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#326 Haiku Poetic Moment Pale sky at night fallWorld in rapture of blue hazePoetic moment June 23,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#32haiku His Gift Of Love Violets he did bringAnd his promises of loveGrew butterfly wings A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#33 Haiku I Behold A Rainbow Sun and humming birdsMingle while rainbows arch highDrawing eyes skyward A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#341 Haiku Sunset After Glow Sea of rose waterCatching splash of bright red skySunset after-glow Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#341 Haiku Red Velvet Sunset An opera in redSerenading earth and skyRed velvet sunset Sept.3,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#342 Haiku Sunset's Crimson Rapsody Sunset red twilightDoes over the waters flowCrimson rapsody A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#350 Haiku Snow Blankets Snow blankets on pondYour absence all too presentJoy of snow days gone Sept.9,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#354 Haiku Silhouette Melody Silhouette melodyPainted against silver skyMoonlight becomes you Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#358 Haiku Union Of Peace Tiger's roar silentRiver gives warrior refuseA union of peace Oct.1,2008 (Seeing photo of tiger in River) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#359 Haiku Sing River -Sing River sings love songYour laughter riding the wavesFills my heart with joy Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#368 Haiku Rain Came Pouring... Gray clouds drifted byAs sun deserted her postThen rain came pouring Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#374 Haiku A Rainbow Surprise Flash of a rainbowglows at foot of waterfallSpilling and Trilling A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#376 Orange Sunset Orange sunset skyBlazing rapture of colorLaced tree silhouettes Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#378 Haiku Foliage Of Fall Foliages of fallSashay in brilliant arrayTheir leaves on parade. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#42 Poetry In Motion Exercise In Poetry... AnAlliteration Shy slight shimmering serene silky subdued specksSwayed strayed seeking star spacesDrowning desires delicate demonstrativePurety Purposely Sept.22.07 (try writing one) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#47 Haiku Collaboration Snow and evergreensDesign for the artist eyeAnd poet's lament June 29,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#5 Haiku Songs Of Waterfalls Songs of waterfallsPerforming at top volumeEcho joyfully A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#7 Haiku Gathering Nectar, Bees Sing Gathering nectarBees sing in close harmonyFlower to flower April,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#70 Haiku Lift Your Voices In Song (1) We sing your praisesFor this pink deep purple dayOf sky water sand A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#70 Haiku Lift Your Voices In Song (4) Lilac pink eveningWhere we stand on purple sandEdged in pink waters... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#70 Haiku Lift Your Voices In Song (2) We thank you FatherFor lilac pink treasured daysAnd grand purple sands A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#74 Haiku Time Will Awaken In Us... Time will awaken in usChanges if we wait patiently...Love happens withoutThe end in sight Sept.29,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#76 Haiku Poetic Pause Oh my love I fearI shall die of a brokenHeart away from you July 14,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#83 Haiku Cotton Candy Clouds Skyline silhouettesBeneath cotton candy cloudsSunlight does soft-shoe July 25,2007 1 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


#93 Haiku Midnight Snow Mystic midnight snowFlows quietly 'ore the streamSleigh ride for snow nymphs A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Blank Page I stare at this blank pageAnd words elude me,So here's nothing! A Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Fairy Tale Of A Different Kind I don't feel like cinderellaAfter the pumpkin and fun,The Fairy God-mother,The midnite mice on the run..I've got no glass slipperDidn't go to a ball,And I'm not waitingFor Prince Charming to call. There was no magic wandWaved over my head.There was the simple warmth of your armsAnd your love instead...That transformed my daysFrom gray skies to blue,And it's no Fairy TaleThat I love you. 3/16/76 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Fleeting Thought Mystical link Of Body And Soul T E A R S A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Foreboding Sky X-ray of my heartThe sound of thunder roaringStorm within my soul A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Garden's Poem For Spring Hear the buzz of the bees?See the blooming of the trees?Hear the birds as they sing...Wake up! Wake up sleepy heads!'Tis Spring, 'Tis Spring! Time to rise from your quiet beds,Up pops a worm, a crocus or two,Soon will come tulips and irises new.Come pretty pansies, time to showYour beautiful faces from under the snow... Time for lady slippers and baby's breathSo dainty and sweet,Time for autumn joy, who's colors repeat.Time for carnations with deep purple tracesTime for beautiful, stately Queen Anne's Laces. Time for the uncurling of hostasWith her varied leaves so bright,Time for evening primrose to light up the night.Come now, come now, let's put on a showBefore you know it, we'll be covered with snow. Let's put on a parade for all around to seePut on your best smiles and we'll fillEveryone's hearts with glee!Stand tall blue head veronica and Miss Bradshaw tooCome, come shasta dasies, they'll be looking for you. Snap dragons, turn this way,Oh, you beautiful zinas, you complete the day.Roses, your bushes are budding,Your fragrance will soon be flooding the airYour aromas so sweet, I shall plant moss rosesTo dance at your feet. Jan.28,2008


A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Haiku Rises shimmering in skysolitary blackbird wingssinging of lost love 4: 03 a.m.March 24,2009written for poetry in motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Heart Speaks Last night love came knocking at my door,Naked, blind, seeking solace, catching me unaware,Seeking to invade my empty shell. So long had I been desolate, afraid,I struggled in utter defiance to shut him out...But he pushed, and shoved, against my shallow wallsIn his unabashed, willful wayUntil I cautiously let him in. He built a fire and quelled my fearUntil my blood flowed fast and warm...And soon I offered him willinglyThe shelter for which he longed. No vacancy sign now adorns these wallsSince I dared to answer true love's callWhen he persistently knocked at my doorAnd stayed to live with me. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Need For Change Beyond Life's 's' Curves We long for changes,Certainly it seems our true need...Look,Much will happen beyond life's - 'S' - curves 9/18/07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Poem To Crawl Into I was looking for a poemI could crawl into...Couldn't find one soI am writing my own.I want it smooth with noHanging chads...And no tearsoaked pillows.I want it downy soft andPerfumed with the fragranceOf love,Yes, I remember it's scent,Sometimes so sweet,Sometimes wreaking of outrageousChaotic desire.Can't cope with that again.I need a mellow poem to restMy head, a place where my heartFeels safe and ceases to ache.A poem with a song, a sing-song melodyThat only hums of sorrow, words forgot.The poet in me can write such a poem,I know,But perhaps not tonight. 9: 35 P.M.December 9,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Portrait Of Randall Marble face,Hiding his perfect smile,If he chanced to catch you looking...Olive complexioned sunlight,Teeth even pearly white.Obstinate creature he,Marble face,Surely heart of granite...Then his sweet laughter,A give awayAnd we care not that he strives to deceive.Even King Arthur wore a suit of armor.So we ignore this igloo of manWhosmilesYet,Touching my heart. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Presidential Knock Knock Knock!Knock!Who's there?Sir, the life line of America's here!I don't seem to recognize you fellow!Yes sir, I'll admit polka dot is a strange colorFor the life line of America...Polka dot am I to represent all racesSo don't be confusedI mirror the colors of all faces.A dot of yellow, black, white and redSo sir, let it not be saidThat I am partial to one color of skinSo opportunity Sir, Won't you let me in? (originally called A Bicentennial Knock Knock) now I dedicate to Barack Obama A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Rapsody-Your Golden-Horned Laughter Pinwheel of magicYour golden-horned soft laughterSpinningPrancingTurningSliding...World to candy dreams September 20,2008 #99 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Rose For My Love A rose for my loveSent in passioned surrenderReturned to sender May 20,2007 #39 Haiku (A Rose For My Love) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Slow Death She died ofA broken heart,Crushed under theWeight of cast-awayLovers. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Soft Laugh A soft laugh's notesAre a Mozart concertTo the very end Poetry in Motion #36 Dorothy Sept.20,07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Soft Laugh... A soft laugh's notes Are a Mozart concert To the very end Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves To Sing #75 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Sunny Day Invites Me To Play Sun streaming through windowsOn this winter day teasing meTo venture outside in the coldWith the promise to keep me warm inThe circle of God's gift of life this day. So in layers of clothes I shall venture out,Tomorrow remembering to thank God forThis day's gift to write another poem.1: 00 p.m. Jan.17,2009As I watch CNN and listen to Barack Obama speak! Yes! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


A Tree Tale...I Envied A Butterfly... I envied a butterflySitting prettily upon a leafHer beauty was truly beyondBelief.She fluttered her wingsTo tease the flowers and meBecause we had roots,And she was free. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


About Trees Giant trees cast shadowsSolitude of winter windsPlay tag with sun Jan.12,2009 (Haiku) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Addiction My brain Chain smokes Your name! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


After The Rain Little red umbrellaOn the ground,Tossed aside,Upside down. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Ahhh! Death Death Is not Fiction! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Alone Passion Dances Passion dances On melocholy's nastalgic illusions...Bruised, love surrenders Shrieking laughter,Under life's rageing reality, Then silence! #18 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Alone Time ALONE TIMEA place to free your mind,Or to stay entwinedWith the current stuffThat makes up your day...ALONE TIME!Except your thoughts are thereTo push and pull,Sometimes kind,Sometimes cruel...ALONE TIME!Stay strong now!CHIN UP!HEAD UP!SHOULDERS BACK!BACK STRAIGHT!Now you are a soldierIn your own space and time...ALONE TIME!SMILE NOW!You've made it through...AndIf you can't be alone with yourself,Who else would want to be alone with you? 3: 40 p.m.March 16,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Alliteration # 6 heavy hostile hesitant hearts hide hated hazy halos (have you written an alliteration yet? ? ?) It really is fun A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Alliteration #2 Imagination Welcomed Buildings bursting besieged battlefieldsBombardment bombs bonesCourageous compelling compassionateContridictions capturingAlabaster abandoned Dusty Doorways A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Alliteration #3 Finally Fool's folly fills fluffy fitted filament frozen fruity fearsFighting frosted foolish foggy figures! (sometimes the mind wants to play...sooo) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Alliteration #4 love loses lustre looking lustful losers lying like lily liars lighting lava lampslingering late leaving last.... (minds at play again) Try it! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Alliteration #5 rugged rigger riff raff ruined rough rounded ridges rafting rudely rinseingruby's royal red roompers rapidly riping roger's ragged rotten roof (have you tried writing one yet) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


An Assessment Of Black Or Am I Color Blind New patent leather shoesA new baby's eyesDark moving cloudsStorm threatening skiesSometimes my daddy's moodSometimes my attitude.Hey, that ain't blackIt's the blues! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


At Midnight Midnight lazy skyBeautiful blue haze crowningMountains in white caps A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Back Scratching Scratch my back,It starts to itchWhenever I see you!Scratch my back,I get an itch wheneverI'm near you.Yeah, right there in the middle,Now up some more,Now scratch it againWhere you did before!Now turn out the lightsAnd let me scratchYour back! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Back Tracking... I ran back again,To gather your missing kisses...Suddendly the memory of your arms,Holding me, came like a dust storm,Blinding my once seeing eyes...I stumbled on, searching for youbecoming trapped in the folds of taperstrywoven of what I wanted, not what I needed.Still I ran on... 5: 01 a.m.March 24,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Balancing Act You will find the existenceOf love could determine muchWhen you balance depositsof laughter and desire Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Balloons Smiles With Invisible Wings! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Be Strong You are immersed in words of desire and That soft silky Pretense of love Be strong You are good! Written October 6,2008 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Beautiful Captive Pale blue skyRainbows arched highButterfly in net tangle...Perhaps better, in cocoon... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Before The Roses Bloom Before the roses bloomThe garden weeps in longingFor fragrant flowers withJeweled faces, spreading joy,Igniting happiness. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Blue Night Red Morning Blue nightRed morningLovers touching in betweenStarsMoonSunWith winds whisperingBreaking the still...We look toward heavenAnd weepTomorrow we say farewell...Pyramids silhouetted in the distanceBeckening we stay!Blue skyRed morningMy tearsAndYours! Written after viewing a paintingAt St. Francis Xavier ChurchIn Baltimore, Maryland(The painting had no title) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Breaking The Silence Love begins to ascendWhen we firstBreak the silentWhispering of theLanquished heart. Sept.18,08 Poetry In Motion #101 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Butter In The Sky Butter in the skyMellow yellow sunset glowsDripping into night June 1,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Butterfly Love Clutching butterfly love,Struggling through on the veryRim of consciousness,I answeredRaptures exhilarating quest! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Calm Of Personal Peace Certainly truth Will keep us safe Within the calm of personal peace And our love, Ever growing! #9 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Can I Tell You Can I tell youWhat's in my heart?Can I tell youI've loved you from the start?Can I tell youThe emptiness you fill?Can I tell youMy yearning for you is real?Can I tell youI'll never let you go?Can I tell you,Or do you already know?Can I tell youHow much - how deep a part of me you are?Can I tell youCan I tell youI love you!Can I tell you? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Catch A Falling Star A star fell from the skyI reached to catch itBut my sleeve caught on theJaggered edge of the moonAnd the star slipped through my fingersExploded in your eyes,Then scatteredAnd pierced my heart! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Circus Time Clowns have nothing on meI too go along happilyMaking those around me smileWhile I cry in silence,Shedding invisible tears. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Clock Watching Sneaking glances at the clockCounting the hours until you are here with me.Counting the hours,Over and over,Seems like eternity.Counting the hours,Until your arms enfold me.Tick Tick Tock!Time Moving Like A Tortoise! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Cloud Formation Black clouds sprawledLike big bears on theBlue floor of the sky,Then tangled like smokeFrom a forgotten cigaretteAs we crossed the Rappahannock, River. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Color Perfection (Haiku) Orange is the bloosomYellow is the butterflyTogether, music! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Come Out And Play Come out and playSaid the raindropp to the sun.Come out and play...Together we will makeThe world smile,And someone dance! 11: 02 a.m. June 2,2005 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Come Sit A Spell Come sit a spellhere beside me...we'll watch theworldgo byand chase our dreams.Watch out!Damn! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Come To Me How much longer can I bear the pain, waitingFor your return to me?I only ask with deepest love, please dearest comeTo me.I run to my door many hours of the day, but it'sNot you I see,And only the nearness of you can set my sadHeart free...I long for your touch, the sweetness of your kiss,Lingering upon mine as does dawn the mist.Come to me dear one, be close to me in need,The longing of my hungry eyes upon your faceMust feed.Come to me deart heart, let me not plead in vain,I want you and need you, as does dry land rain. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Connoisseurs Of Laughter Connoisseurs of laughter Waste not! November 16,2007#62 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Corridors Of Love Corridors of love...Treasured places,Hearts dance thereWith laughter clingingTo reservoirs of memories Sept.27,07 #41 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Court Jester For The Crowd Old man dancingDoing the soft shoeAs in days of yore!Dancing with a shadow partner...Reminiscence of glad times...See him smile -So what if he stumbles!Soft shoeWhirling to forgotten memories...Court jester for the crowd! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Creator Of Fantasies TimeYou monster of heartbreak!Creator of fantasiesTime -You melting pot of gladnessThe untangler of woesThe subjugator of minds and souls.TimeMoving onYet standing stillHow you mold destiny...Time - TimeI loathe - delploreAnd yetYearn for more of you! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Cynthia Cynthia She laughs!And laughs!And laughs!And cries!Dabs at her eyesAnd adjusts her halo! (Cynthia - my middle name) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Death Gave Us A Holiday Death gave us a holidayWe could not affordNor spare the time,But when our brother tookHis last breath,It called us home.Now we've cried and consoled,Said sad goodbyes to seattle, his home,Traveling 94 East via Greyhound,Seeing America - $50 one way.My play-sister sniffles,As it was truly her brother,I being friend to them both,Boast that I am true kin,The years, more than 30 making it so...94 EastDid'nt have the money or the time,'Til death made us a holidayAnd along the highway memoriesOf our brother wave us on. Friday - Mountain Time 8: 45 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Dedicated To Writer Of Zpoo 'A Brand New Day' It's a brand new dayFor new hopesNew dreamsNew thoughts to penNew hopes to make life worth whileNew corners to turnNew smiles to smile...Rise upTo greet this dayTouch the hand of a friendAlong the way...Let your laughter ring loud,Like the roar of thunder,Then write a poemTo be tucked underSomeone's pillowTonight. A Poet Who Loves To Sing 'Is It Poetry' has my permission to also post this poem for his readers on hissite.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Did I Forget Did I forget yesterdayTo say I care?Did I forget today to say,I am glad you are here'Did I forget in my hurried pace,To say I love you,Or to gibe you a smile?If I did, just remember, you areIn my heart all the while. (written for a friend to give to her mother) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Discovery So this is where peace hidesBy still watersAnd green tranquil hillsWhere we stretch and yawnFinding comfort in our togetherness...God is good! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Don'T Cry (Count The Blessings You Forgot) Don't cry!Count sheep,Or count the starsIn the heavens,Or gaze at the moon,crescent or as it glows, smiling full.Count the pitter patterOf the rain dropsBut don't you cry.count the blessings you forgot...Count the hours, if you must,Until sunset orUntil sunrise,Then you rise up from your tumbled bedAnd count the wonders created for your eyes.Count the birds that fly and count theCaterpillars and the butterflies.Count the bumble bees buzzing by,Count the ribbons in a rainbow arched so high...But don't you dare sit there and cry! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Double Occupancy Her houseMy heartFrom neither can he departandWe collapseUnder the strain...Try to rebuildBut fall againFrom the weightof the pain! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Dream Catchers Dream catchersFor those who dare to dreamWith their eyes wide openWith hope clinging toPrayers. Jan.28,2007 DorothyA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Dreamers A dreamer Wisely builds upon his dreams, When wisdom becomes The instrument of Reasoning! Fr. August 10,2007 10: 03 p.m.#7 Poetry In Motion Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Dreams And Reality Yesterday we laughedAnd lovedAnd dreamed...Today we love and cryLoving no lessYet suddendly how wide the bridgeBetween reality and a dream...Today we dreamYet cry...And loveAnd cryDry eyed...It hurts when we swallow!Yesterday we laughedAnd lovedAnd dreamed! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Dress Rehersal I've rehearsed itIn my mind one hundred times...'Hello, ' I'll say casually,'So glad you dropped in.'My voice must not quiver;I must be elusive,Nonchalant...As you must not suspectI want to sayYes!Yes!But must not purse my lipsTo do so...And I must quiet my heartSo you will not knowOr suspectI want to sayYes!Yes!I have practiced againAnd againSaying 'No! 'Aloud!I must remember to standIn manikin fashionSo I won't reach for your handOr reach to carress your faceAs you turn to goBecause I've said'No! ''No! ' A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Drifting DriftingTo whereIn a boat of dreamsDriftingTide highHiding my heartbreak tearsDriftingDriftingOn white capped waves of lonelinessDriftingDriftingTo where? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Each New Day Each new dayChallenges my curiosity,I wonder what new thingsWill come to me...New learing,New laughter,Perhaps new friends,New word discoveries,A host of new ideas to defend.New prayers of thanks,To Jehovah God above.New reasons to appreciateThe true value of love.A new meTo make a differenceIn someone's lifeNew poems to shareAnd to always try not twice,But againAnd again! March 10,1998 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Early Mountain Storm Snow topped mountains,In cloud embrace,Glorifying God's magnificence.It is quiet after the early mountain storm.Rejoice! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Ecstasy ClearlyEcstasyIsASymphony! #76 Poetry in Motion Dec.5,2004 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Elements Of Love Cluttered endeavors raise voicesIn desperate fettered chaos...Elements of love openLaughing in lofty muteness Poetry In Motion 2: 55 p.m. August 30,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Endless Love Endless love is Flickering on the wings of a Double-sided iridescent axe 12/4/07#100 Poetry In Motion12: 12 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Evening Calm Evening calm,How sweet your grace.Evening calm,Lend me a place,In the bosom of yourWarm embrace.How swift the race,To your place,Evening calm. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Evening Rendering Oh, the sunset was magnificent!I wish you had been here to seeThe beauty of its rendering A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Evolutionary Dreams... My heart's evolutionary dreamsWeave within shadows of hobbledMonstrous spiders...I gnawed love's aortic kiss October 9,07 lPoetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Faith Anew...Wrapped In Laughter Your beautiful face Cured my empty heart Of loneliness with faith anew Wrapped in laughter July 30,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Fall At The Ball Fall wore bright colorsVibrant bold red and sun goldFashioned just for trees A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Farewell You told my heart fare-wellAnd I was left with unshed tearsAnd with a love that will deepenThroughout the coming years. 'Fare-well' you said, 'I've a new Love,Our love can never be! 'And though you say fare-well, I know, myHeart can never be free. Yes you had found a new love and IWas saddened by words to you I'dNever tell,I'd only say I love you, yet to meYou said fare-well! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Fathers FathersPat you on the head and goWhere they goI don't know...Then they stroll back one dayWhere they been they don't sayThey pat you on the head and grinJust like they're your best friendWhen you wake up next morningThey've gone again...Then one day they dieAnd your mama wonders whyYou don't cry! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Feed Me Kisses I listen to the musicAnd get a whiff of the steakYou prepareAnd I won't partakeBecause I only want youTo feed me kissesAnd drink of the wineOf your warm, tender embrace.Don't set the table for two,Remember, I only want youTo feed me kisses. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Find Time... Found time... To love! To laugh! To dream! #37 Poetry In Motion Dorothy Sept 17,07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Finding Our Particular Peace Life never interferes withRainSunMoonStars...Love happens,Anything changes,We touch in time our particular peace #31 Poetry In Motion Sept.15,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Finding Truth A day of sunny meadowsWe wandered through the mazeOf desire looking for love andFound truth Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Fine Kind Of Freedom Rock and WaterfallThe forces of nature mergeFine kind of freedom A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Flamboyant Fall ah, flamboyant fallgraced woodlands in lavish dressfashioned by nature Feb 4,2009 10: 46 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Foolishly Yearning Foolishly yearning, Sweet journey... Passion, fire, We soar, Body and soul...! Earthquake, Pain! World shattered, Smoldering ashes, Hurt Begins... End! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


For David Streak of lighteningBalanced on fire wheelsCatch him if you can!But who can catch fire and steelFlying! ! ! ! For Davey on his skate board Age 9 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


For Ginny...By Proxy Dear wifeLife is so swift...We've just said helloAnd suddenly without warningIt's good-bye... No time for fond farewells...No time...No time...To tell you again of my deep unendinglove,But I know you will remember this in milliardLittle ways...and in remembering, smile Though there will be tears to dim the viewOf this world so beautiful that we shared togetherPull our little one close in your arms in yourUnselfish, impulsive way...let them find comfortIn your warm loving embrace as I did enumerable times. For our betwixed and between beautiful Ellen, makeHer eyes smile always with the knowledge of myUnfaultering, undying love,And tell Emilee, my beautiful, beautiful Emilee...herOwn woman now...yet in a father's eyes, in so manyWays, still so child like. Tell her that I have not deserted her...assure herI am but at rest...kiss her for me...tell her I amLoving her still...watch over her.She will seek comfort of her own solitude I know,Tell her for me that solitude is a lonely place forThose who have not known a cherished love. Tell Clara, so dear to me, as she seeks to comfortYou, that I leave her a legacy of love and fromThis love she must thrive, leaning on the strength ofMy hoped wisdom as I in my brother-father waySought to be her mentor. Tell her to believe, to open her heart to love as


She would a window to take in the Summer, Spring,Fall and Winter winds of God's Wonder... Tell my brother's - three - whom I treasured...evenIn our distance, that they must look to the sky...GodAnd I will be watching as they find their place inThis world I've departed so untimely...I beseech themTo love one another! Tell my friends, those new and those of years past,That it must seem I've said hello and good-bye all inOne breath...but tell them when they speak of me IWant to hear their booming laughter as in days of oldOr perhaps some recent yesterday we shared. And you...Ginny...my lady fair...happiness was butA word until you came into my life.Joy - Ah joy Ginny is thy name...If I could but remember I am sure it is your name thatLast I spoke. All of you, keep me alive in your heartsFor in the heart is where love flourishesAnd no one dies!My spirit will always abound in music. Play a sweet song for me...Sing a sweet melody...Piano man...Ellis...my piano manI'll be playing bass...keep the beat...Make it soft and sweet...And call it 'Ginny' for my Lady Love! Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


For Keith...Who Met His Demise Too Early Striving to find a placeIn this crazy mixed up race,Just want to be free,To be meFighting as I go,Set me freeLet go my toe! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


For Manuel Alves We've shared so much, we two,A multitude of joyous things.Years of wild and wonderful passions,Laughter - tears...Goodbyes that shook the heavens,Only to embrace again with a loveSo profound, we must have been the envyOf even ancient lovers. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


For You My Love For you my love I give thanksTo GodFor the blessings of new daysTo say 'Hello' to you and seeYou smile...And have your hands caress meWith certainty!For you my love I say'Thank you Lord'For the laughter that spillsFrom my throat and heart whenWe are together...And for warm feelings that remainWhen we say 'Sl Long' for justA while.I give thanks for the grace weSay together;For your positive 'Yes'And your 'No! ' that meansMaybe! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Forevers Hide ForeversHide inIlluminated Shadows...We're saddened out of fear Yet we loveAnd laughAgain! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


From Your Window View From your window viewAmidst the trees andFlowering RhodendronTrailing in orange, pinks and white...I watch the path you climbed so many timesHolding the hands of those you loved.From your window viewI see waters - quietly stretching in even flow...Waves are nought...Waters, framed in Cascade Mountains...See!There speeds a boater interrupting the callm...I am glad someone's happy today,Or so it seems,From your window view.The sky - pale with motionless clouds.An homage to your parting?Will there be stars tonight?Or will they be on holiday as is the sun!From your window viewI see so much yet understand so littleOf what happened to you...I flinch as behind me I hear them eulogize you...How I wish they would stop and join meAs I watch for you in spirit flight,A whole world of youSeen from your window view! For Alvin LarkinsSeattle, Washington A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Games... Smiling!Daring!Laughing!Pretending - Caring!Holding hands,Making plans,Loving and leaving,Searching!Searching!Finding only shadows of you,Disappearing in the morning light! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Girlfriend If That's What Friends Are For Go PeddleYour Advice Somewhere Else Hush now!Don't break the spell.You're my friendSo I want to telly youEverything!Hush Now!Don't break the spell,It is wonderful!Is'nt it swell?I said, 'Hush now'!Go peddle your neg-a-tivi-tySomewhere else andLet me be in love.I mean,I can't help myself,I meanIt nourishes my soul!Can't you tell by looking at me?So go peddle your 'Girl-that-ain't-nothing-But-a-bad-dream- talkSomewhere else...I mean, it is wonderful,I mean,It is swell andFor nowItMakes meHappy!So,Bug off, Girlfriend!Allow me to be in love! 4: 34-4: 40 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


God's Love In his wisdom GodCreated all creatures withDeep love and purpose (a Haiku) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Golden Memories Frequently we savor Our golden memories And love in silence, Forever after Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Flower of my lifeMy horizons are filled withThe wonder of you A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Missing My Love Missing my love stillHe is star in mid night skySheltered in God's arms Oct.14,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Nature's Color Wheel Nature's color wheelBlue sky grand purple mountainsGolden fields green trees A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Curtain Call Fall waited in wingAs the stage of seasons changedSummer's curtain falls A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku For A Winter Day Fog playing in woodsPine trees in iced lace beautyElegant in dress January 28,20099: 40 p.m.remembering this early morning...day after the storm A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku For Lovers I am here you calledFollow the light to my armsThrough darkness I found you 'Twas your love that ledMe from darkness into lightI am safe at last A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Mountains And Silence Beauty in silenceWhere voices once echoed loudIn songs of praise A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku A Love Lies Dying Who dared toss asideA rose so lovely as this?A love lies dying... August 28,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Butterflies After The Rain Butterflies play tagWhile rainbows fashion backdropFor the rain trenched earth A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Double Dare You Did you smile todayLook people now is your chanceHop skip jump smile laugh! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Landscaped Paradise Landscaped paradiseSunny day designed for dreamsWith spring in full bloom Feb.17,08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Lingering Sunset Golden sun lingeredAs evening sky drew nearGold sprinkled waters A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Mountains grand painted mountainssun crested here shadowed theredark curtain edges Feb.09,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Nature's Quiet Bliss Color serenadeOf flowers and butterfllyNature's quiet bliss Nov.5,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Purple Horizon Purple horizonDesigns twilight sunset sky,Hues of wonder trail A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Rest Here In Garden Of The Senses Come share ButterfliesWith golden wings and flowersPink perfumed lovely Sept.10,08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Run You Dreamers Run you dreamers runHues of summer dance in streamBask in her splendor May 14,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Sky Draped In Black Silk Sky draped in black silkExplosion of light ignitesSpilling angel tears Written 6-13-08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Soar You Fine Bird Soar you fine bird soarGet bird's eye view of the worldThe light will guide you (photo of bird agains light of the moon) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Sun Kissed Freedom We laughed and frolicedShadows in the foaming splashSun kissed freedom roars (seeing photo of ocean and foam high above the waves) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Twilight Sky Purple horizonEdged in golden twilight sunOcean mimics all A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Water And Bridges Bridge over waterScene in black and white surrenderWood's shadows whisper A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku With Artist Pallet I shall paint this skyPurple horizon twilightGolden waters, your smile A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Angel Dancers Angels in dance shoesTwirl in pink chiffon dressesAcross azure sky March 1,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Bleeding Hearts Dainty bleeding heartsFlower in shady gardensAn ode to lost loves A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Brash Iced Winter Silent woods where areYour voices of spring time nowTaunts brash iced winter A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Butterfly Pink #4 jewled in pink silk wingsteases bees tickles flowersawakes my senses 2-8-09 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Butterfly Pink #3 flitters flutters bybeautiful pink butterflydelights gardens Feb.8-09 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Dawn Called To Me Dawn called me to seeThe treasured wonders of lifeFramed in morning mist Oct.15,08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Duets waterfall duetechoes of summer join inoh, such sweet harmony 2/7/09 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Echoes Of Summer Sun wearing pink hatDances as summer echoesHearts rejoice in song WrittenAugust 7.07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Fall Throws A Party In elegant dressPosh chrysanthemums gatheredIn falls grand gardens A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Fantasy Ballet Fantasy balletClouds in grand performanceDance in pale grey sky A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Fire In Dark Woods Fall ignites landscapeIn bright orange red gold splashesLike fire in dark woods A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Flower Of My Life Flower of my lifeMy horizons are filled withThe wonder of you A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Forsythia Forsythia aBurst of sunshine in barrenWood announcing spring A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Giant Trees In Winter Giant trees in the freezeOf winter snow awaitingThose for winter fun A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Golden Dandelion Golden dandelionBlows kisses to wind's gay songSun beams are jealous May 19,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Grand Entrance Of Fall Fall entered with graceGentle were her warm breezesSun filled were her skies 12: 04 p.m.Wept.22,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku In Salute Of President Obama Hope breathed in coldAs joy filled hearts raised voicesIn chant 'Yes We Can' written 1/27/0911: p.m. (or about) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Lone Tree lone tree lights landscapesunset aglow dark to lightpurple red gold splash March 23,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Look - Fire In Sky blanket of red-goldsunset mimics fireaglow in sky engulfing trees March 25,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku My Boy After Playing In The Snow his cheeks were red sowas his nose though I could notsee ten frozen toes 10: 52 p.m. Feb.9,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku My Senses Are Teased My senses are teasedOh, with your beauty you pleaseButterfly flower A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Nature's Sound Track Sound of waterfallEchoes in distant sound trackOf nature's love call A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Oh Day Of Peace Oh sun day of peaceWaterfall and golden fieldMy frozen heart thaws 6: 39 a.m.7/26/07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku On Angel's Wings, , , On soft angel's wingsThe sun sets its awesome lightWe sing God's praises DorothyA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Pelican Wide winged full of graceAre you longing to soar highIn search of freedom A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku River Take Me Away Rock and waterfallThe forces of nature mergeTake me away river A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Scattered Glee Leaves playing tag asWind hides in playfull joy filledScattered piles of glee 11: 43 a.m.Dec.3,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Shout Of The Horizon Behind dark clouds burstBright blue sky's lingering calmGod horizon shouts A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Silent Woods Silent woods where areYour voices of Spring time nowTaunts brash iced winter 2005 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Solitude Alone at twilightMiles of ocean soothe my soulSolitude no foe Dec.14,08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Summer's Left Overs Snow's magical driftsCover summer's left oversWinter's promises kept A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku The Chorus Line Spring returned in timeFor the daffodil dancersIn grand performance A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku When Autumn Returned When autumn returnedShe wore last years dress againOf radiant hues Feb9,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Whispers Of Twilight Sun sets behind treesLighting sky in twilight glowPastel dreams whisper A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Young Seal Under water waltzFull of grace our swimmer glidesTo heart's own music A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku A Fairy Tale Day A fairy tale dayOf pink mauve and gold high lightsCaressed in purple A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Arc Of A Rainbow Arc of a rainbowLifts burdens from heavy heartsGives us song to sing Jan 27,08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Baby Lion And Puppy Water cools like jazzPlaytime for warriors holdingNo grudges frolic A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Beautiful Bird Elegant in dressBeautiful bird stands so proudAwaits call to love Jan.15,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Black Lace Silhouettes Gold of setting sunTrees in silhouette black lacePurple is horizon A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Corner Of Blue Sky ice gathered on treessky blue above tangled freezeice sculpture eyes please April 3,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Crossing Bridges Always bridge to crossIn quite moments of lifeReflect on choices A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Essence Of Life Sweet essence of lifeSky sunlight mountains shadowsFeel the love bestowed A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Fairy Dancers Pale fairy dancersSpin inhaze of morning mistWearing spider webs A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Gather Love's Bouquet Gather love's bouquetOf wild flowers to your heartRush to lover's arms A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Glowing In Magic an angel's wing spreadin sunset evening skya glow of magic March 26,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku God's Palette earth in silhouettesunset paints sky blue gold pinkpalette of splendor March 19,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Gold In Blue Sky Gold shines in blue skyFusing with the horizonBronzing the waters A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Lovely Swans Lovely swans glide whileBlue waters save brightly huedTributes to spring time A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Midnight Lullaby Midnight lullabyIn soft golden chords lingerOn wind swept waters written August 30 2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Mirrors Of Fall reflections of falldancing in cool flowing streamdouble dared beauty March 21,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Mist Of Morning Fog Mist of morning fogReflection of sky and treesIn blue water stream A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Open Gate gate to nowhere fastocean kisses waiting shoreyour laughter echoes March 27,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Pallet Of Splendor earth in silhouettesunset paints sky blue gold pinkpallet of splendor March 19,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Rainbow Melody Rainbow melodyStreaking across bright blue skyAh! A lullaby Jan.27,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Ripples Of Laughter Ripples of laughterDancing in field of flowersIn colors of love (photo of children playing in field of flowers) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Rough Waters Rough waters stop notHeart's wish for promised days ofLove's swet ecstasy April 8,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku 's' Curved Waterfall 'S' curved waterfallJet spills in lavish displaySwallowed by river A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Screaming Sunset sunset screams so loudfighting through dark thunder cloudsgold highlights river March 18,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Serenity Serenity dwellsHere where tranquil waters flowCloaked in hues of love A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Serenity Dwells Serenity dwellsHere where tranquil waters flowCloaked in hues of love 5/23/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Shadow Seekers Come from the shadowsBask in golden sunshine dayEmbrace freedom's call A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Silhouette Melody Silhouette melodyPainted against silver skyMemories take flight A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Silly Racoon masked raider returnsin dark of night all alonehiding place all wrong March 24,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Sky Of Lofty Dreams Sky of lofty dreamsWhere are stars to wish uponMasked in vapor trails A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Stormy Weather Stay in they cautionedOh but I must search for youWind and rain be damned! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Summer's Promise A blue water streamFlowing with a song of springAnd summer's promise A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Sunset Screams sunset screams so loudfighting through dark thunder cloudsriver captures all March 18,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku The Ice Palace Ball The woods are silentDressed for the ice palace ballElegant in white A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku The Orange juice and seedpods layimprisoned in golden skinsoon burst with flavor A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Tiger Lily Sky Tiger lily skyYellow ribboned sun stretchesLace tree silhouettes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Twilight Gold Twilight gold sunsetCaressing radiant lilac skyOcean repeats all Feb.9,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Twilight Storm Rage of twilight stormPlaying pink and b lue charadesPalm trees dance freely Jan.7,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Winter Scene Clouds rest on tree topsLumpy feather beds billowHorses graze in snow A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Winter's Mask Winter mask her chillIn rays of sunbeams streamingthrough frozen tree limbs 10: 50 p.m. Feb.9,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Winter's Portrait Silhouetts in snowWinter's black and white portraitPleasing to the eye 5: 34 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Winter's Song bare brances stretch highsilent is winter's new songquiet gray sky looms March 28,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku # Fall Fall entered with graceGentle were her warm breezesSun filled were he skies A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku # 100 About Snakes Snakes, some walk some talkSome simply slither awayHissing with your heart Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku # 79 Water Fall Concert My voice is silencedBy sound of water falll'sSweet a cappella Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku #11 Spring Is Here (1) Spring arrived todayAglow in spring time fashionSpring fever follows Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku #119 Heaven's Promises Day of wide eyed dreamsHeaven's promises of peaceMeek inherit earth Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku #200 Snow Angels Don't hide behind treesIn shadows of winter snowLaugh make snow angels Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku #230 The Artist Sun Sun paints vivid skyRed orange golden pallet glowsThen day fades to black Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves To Sing! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Pallet Of Fall The pallet of fallPaints chrysanthemums in huesPleasing to eyes Oct.18,200812: 14 p.m. Red, orang, gold, brozeGathered to dress trees in fallEvery shade of green gleamed 12: 18 p.m. Oct.18,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku Sunset Beauty of sunsetRadiant hues of firePurple clouds hover 11: 09: 46 P.M. 5/22/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haiku...Sunset Storm sunset screams so loudfighting through dark thunder clouds...gold highlights waters Written March 18,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Haikus Butterfly Pink laced pink butterflyprettiest fluttering bydiamond glittered lullaby butterfly in pinkelegantly fashioned, awedposing on flower flitters flutters bybeautiful pink butterfllydelights the garden jeweled in pink silk wingsteases bees tickles flowerstouches my senses (the end) Dedicated to a young poet....can you guess who? Ha!Feb.8,2009 time: seconds...Ha! dressed for butterfly ball A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Happy Golden Days A bouquet of rosesLike the bouquet of memoriesWe share filled with laughterAnd happy golden days A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Happy Valentines Day A day for hearts and flowersAnd candyChocolate flavored...And words dipped in love's sweet ecstasy...True wordsSincere in thoughtRight from the heart...These things I give to youOn this valentines dayof February 14,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hark...Listen To Those Noise Makers What is that noise?Laughter!Laughter?Yes, my heart can't help it.Oh, the next thing I know, you'llBe singing.I'm singing now.I can't hear you.I know, and isn't it wonderful,I can sing as loud as I want andOnly love can hear me.Well, good-bye for now.'I can't hear you,The music's playing too loudIn my heart...Well, may your heart always haveThe joy of laughter and song! ll: 10-11: 14 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hauki Concert At Sunrise the sun burst forth likea musical note from thekeys of a jazz piano A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hauki Butterfly Pink #2 butterfly in pinkelegantly fashioned, awedposing on flower Feb.8th A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hauki Cloud Ballet cloud ballet liftingmoving across bright blue stagewe gasp in awe, ah! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


He Must Be Away Again Look at her!What happened to her smile,Her carefree bouncy stride?Did you notice the flatnessOf her tone?That girl is sad to the bone,Just like her best friend has died.I hate it when she's like this.He must be away again,She's like that you know,Every time he's gone some dam whereFor more than a day.That girl doesn't have any sense at all.Never did when it came to him,Never did and never will...She'd better wake up to the truth of it.She needs to pray on it.Said she has, didn't do any good.You know it's true.What?'There's no fool like an old fool.'You can say that again!'There's no fool like an old fool.'Yea, but they say they are in love.In What?In Love!No wonder she's so crazy! Written Nov.8th 2006 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


He Stands By The Ocean... He stands by the oceanLooking out at the sunset...It beckoned him,'Be Happy! 'He turns away,Kicking sea shells,Never looking back. 1: 30 p.m. periodJanuary 29,09 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Heirlooms Heirlooms In attics Are love songs... (Poetry In Motion) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Here I Am Again So, here I am again,Cutting a path throughYour jumbled words,Trying mightily toUnderstand all you say inThe volumes you speak,Because I know, loveIs in there somewhere. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hey I'M In Need Of A Rainbow Misty gray morningCasting gloom onMy day dreams...Cease and desist,I'm in need of a rainbow. 6: 58 a.m.Nov.9,2000 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hey! Let's Just Write A Poem Hey!Let's write a poemShort or long,Doesn't matter.Let's just write a poem,Let's write about loveOr sorrow,About today or tomorrow...About war and peace,About you and me,And about how you forgotTo beTrue blue,When you, in that one weak moment,Tossed those vows aside.You know the ones,Spoken with such sincerity.Let's write a poemThat begins with wordsThat will give the worldBack its laughter.A poem about the here and nowAnd the forever after.Of life and love andPromises sweet.Stop stalling!Let's just get on with itAnd write a poem toEase my pain and make me smile again. July 14/2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hide And Seek Of Desire Once I found love I ignored the in betweenSplintered velvet laugh of desire Hiding beneath your delicious lips Sept.21,2007 #38 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hog Street In Baltimore, Maryland There are no swineSo I declineTo write the restOf this poem Dec.19th A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Holding On By My Finger Tips Holding on by my finger tipsTo the edge of a dreamFast fading into the shadowsOf oblivion! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hope Riding Dreams Hope riding dreams,Almost found desire a quick fixFor love...Half lost, Practiced laughing! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


How Did Your Day Go (Responses Wanted) All In Fun All dressed up to go to townBut I couldn't 'cause my car broke down...Snagged my stockings,Broke the heel on my best shoeCan't fix it becauseI can't find the glue.Lost my glovesCan't find my hatStepped on the dog's tailFell over the cat...Broke one legOn the other foot, I stubbed my toeCouldn't get to the hospitalBecause of the snow...Finally went back to bedAnd pulled the covers over my head. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Hush The Mockery Hush the mockeryLaugh without dragon of anger,Blossom in fields of love and burst forthFreely! #107 B Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Am A Lullaby I am a lullaby,My heart carries the melody andThe rest of me sings!My arms are the wings,Which give balance to my danceMy ears hear the music of the wind.My hads beat the rhythm of the rainMy feet tap, glide and let meTwirl, head high.Watch me bend like the limbsOf a tree, so free!My nose delights at the scent of a rose.My eyes see the wonders of the creatorThat created me.I am a lullaby,My heart carries the melody andThe rest of me sings! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Am Love Who am I?I am Love!See me smile!Who am I?I am Love!Hear me cry!Who am I?I am Love!How deep the pain!Who am I?I am Love!And laughing again!Wh am II am Love!Come share my misery!Who am I?I am love!Come share my ecstacyWho am I?I am Love!Alias - Complexity! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Asked For Roses Sweet concord mellow wineLoosening my tongueAs I tell allTo allAbout you the volcano eruptingInto my lifeStorming verballyCrushing my heartBut I don't cryNot me!Sweet concord mellow wine quiets me!And as you claim you are mineI ask, 'Lord why me'?'I asked for roses and you set me a tree'! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Bring You A Rose (A Christmas Poem) I bring you a rose,Dancing in the snow,As it did one ChristmasMorning long ago.It sprang through the ice,The legend goes on to say,As sweet as the baby, it arrived,Early on Christmas day. Not only for the Christmas season,Do I wish you joy, peace and love,Not only for this season,Do I wish you good cheer,And gentle white doves.May each day fill your heart withVoices of heavenly choirs,May each day fulfill your dreams andYour fondest desires.May peace fill your days and nightsThe whole year through,These, my friend, are my wishesFor you. Dorothy Alves HolmesOriginal watercolor and poem A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Could Take A Giant Step I could take a giant stepBut I have no place to go...Wouldn't you know it!I could take a giant stepAnd they have closedDownTheWorld! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Have A Song To Sing I have a song to sing,It's a sad song,Because sad songs are the onlySongs I knowAndThe lyrics for me,Have no melody...There is no melody to sadness. 9: 57 p.m.-9: 58 p.m. 12/30/2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Have Some Words I have some words,Looking for a homeIn a poem.The words are love, you and I,And words that rhyme withSad good-byes.I have some words,Looking for a homeIn a song.The words are happy andOh so long...The words are lonely, sometimes,And so doggone forlorn.Which of course, is how words are,In the early morning.Like now, when it's 3: 52 a.m.And you are gone, somewhere!Words tumble and jiveEarly in the morning.Looking for some place to beWhere there is music,And they can squeeze in betweenThe notes and mellow someone's soul.I have some words that areTrying not to get lost,Words trying to hold onTo be a part of a poemAnd words that ask why youKeep coming back, butOnly in run a way dreams.I see your smile and hear your laughter,Smell the scent of you,And right now I am tryingTo find a home for the wordsThat will let you know, you wereAlways loved...I have some words that wantTo be quiet now and pressedBetween the pages of a book.


Soft words, sweet words,But it seems I can't let go ofThem - got to keep themFor myself,Until I can put themIn a poem orA song. Written...long agoLong years after my true love expired.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Knew This Man I knew this man,Who loved this woman,Who loved him too...And they loved deeplyBut not very well...You don't love wisely,Standing in quick sand! A Poet Who Loves.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Once Had A Heart I once had a heart and aBrain.They worked so well togetherI thought they were the same.The love walked in andSeperated the two,Set my brain afire,And gave my heart to you. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Owe A Debt To Spring Oh, I owe a debt to spring,She brought me wild flowersAnd hardy daffodilsBeautiful velvet green carpeted hills.She brought the mist of April showersWith the promised bloom of May flowers.Birds came back to sing,Oh, I owe a debt to spring...Seeing the colors of a rainbow dancingAcross the sky,Spring came in with a lullaby.I owe a debt to spring forThe love you bring,To me my love,To me. Feb.21,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I See Your Face I see your faceBetween pink and bluePolka Dot raindrops,While your smile darts inAnd out between rainbows,While sunbeams laceYour hair Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Send You Roses #1 I send you rosesSo you will knowI am your friend foreverAnd you are my forever treasure. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Send You Roses #2 I send you a roseWanting you to knowYou are in my thoughtsAnd in the midst of everyTreasured memory. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Shall Paint This Sky... I shall paint this skyPurple horizon twilightGolden waters and you Posted 12-14-08 Haiku A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Should Get Up From Here I should get up from hereTrying to write a poem toSoften that side of me gone cold. I should move about to bring the circulationBack to my heart beating too slowTo the beat of loneliness... I should get up from here,And stack the dish washer,Fold the laundry,Hang up yesterday's clothes...I should get up from hereAnd kneel in prayerGiving thanks to still have voiceTo sing the song I am now singingUnder my breath now bubbling forthIn loud whispers, and it sounds likeA love song I thought I had forgotten... I should get up from here,Oh! I think I will...I am out of here! Bye! January 23,2009 9: 07-9: 14 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Should Have Told Him...For Anthony Dixon I should have told himI thought his eyes were beautiful,A kaleidoscope of brown wonder,Edged in soft black velvet,As though God had hand painted themOn his face to tease the rest of usWho were just ordinary. March 8,1985 (Anthony had scleroderma (sp) and hated his looks...oh but he was beautifulinspite of those pox on his skin and his eye were breath taking. when he left thedoctor's office I made the remark about his eyes and simply said 'Oh, I shouldhave told him...' soon after, I wrote this poem I sent it to his mother for him..shesaid it changed his life.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Sing A Different Song I told the blue jayI saw yesterday aboutYour gentle touch.I told the flowers dancingIn war breezes about your smile...Your smile that made the sun jealous.The trees bowed low to hear of your laughter,While I lay on the grass sharing secrets about you;The little creatures of nature listened andWere pleased.Soon it was dusk,The moon said 'Hush your bragging, Tis justA dream, come morning he'll be gone.'The stars twinkled oh so brightly, slyly winking at me...The big dipper over flowed with some magic potionThat makes dreams last and last for all eternity.I wanted to thank her after we sang togetherYour praises, but morning came too fast...Morning dew kissed my face and shared my tears.Then you kissed me a bannished my fears. Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Sing A Sad Song I sing a sad song for the cold, lonelyMoments no one will admit to aloud. I sing a sad song for all of the brokenPromises,Wrought by circumstances beyondAnyone's control. I sing a sad song for the faces pressingAgainst the window panes in longing. I sing a sad song for wild anticipationOf days that never come. I sing a sad song for the telephoneThat never rings enough. I sing a sad song for dreams woven ofHopeless illusions. I sing a sad song for all of those whoWaste time, singing sad songs! (Dorothy Alves Holmes)A Poet Who Loves....) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Sing A Sad Song Ii I sing a sad song for those who wouldIf they could, be entwined for longer thanFleeting time permits.... I sing a sad song for the resurgence ofKisses that burn with desire, but mustNot linger... I sing a sad song for hands that reach,With only the finger tips touching, asThe clock screams it's time to go... I sing a sad song for scattered moments,For arms that cling, soon to embrace onlyThe emptiness... I sing a sad song for all the fires ofPassion which flare, fading in the quietGloom, as the door closes and someoneIs left alone to tears. I sing a sad song for lovers that substitute,Betraying someone else... I sing a sad song for those who sit in mourningIn the back of the church... I sing a sad song for those who roam loneCorridors, where there are doors theyCannot enter, marked family members only... I sing a sad song for dreams weaved of hopelessIllusions... My sad song is for all the hearts that acheOn parting... I sing this sad song soon to be set to music andSang over and over again...


My sad song is for all of those who spend timeSinging sad songs.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Thank You I thank you for coming into my lifeWhen bleakness had settled in.I thank you for taking my hand whenI was low in spirit and needed a friend.I thank you for bringing the smileBack to my lips,The tingle to my finger tips,For smoothing the frown fromMy brow...And most of all, for loving meThe best wayYou knew how! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I Thought You Ought To Know It's your kiss that thrillsYour nearness my achilles heelYour arms disarm my sanity April25,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Iced Conversation Iced conversationBecame musingThat stagnated Love! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


If A Heart If it is true that a heart cries,Then my heart weeps like a thousandWillow trees!If it is true that a heart knows sorrow,My heart is sadder than the tragedy of warsLost or won!If it is true that a heart can break,My heart is shattered like humpty dumptyFrom his fall,Crushed like a rose beneath uncaring feet! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


If Butterflies Are Free If butterflies are freeWe must abolish acrylicBoxesPaper weightsAnd tiny bottles withTastless flowers...Butterfly netsPicture framesAndCollectors who boast to knowThem all by name.We must abolish fancy coastersAndLittle boysWho pinch their wings...Dead butterflies are suchUnseemly things. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


If I Had Known... If I had knownThe depth of your caring,I would not now be sharingAnything with Anyone else! ! ! 6: 01 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


If I Had One Wish If I had one wish andOne prayer granted me,I'd wish for love ever lasting,As fervent as steel,And my humble prayer would be,That God in his infinite wayHelp strengthen the bondBetween my love and me.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I'Ll Be Right Here I'll be right hereWhen the last snow isBut a memoryAnd daffodilsPush through once trampled sod.Right here...Looking through a lace curtainVeilDampened by my tearsBecause I am standing to close to theEdge of your absence.You left forgetting to say goodbyeSo I'll be right hereWhen you returnAs you must! Right hereTo tell you face to face,I don't care no more! Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Immodesty She had no prideStanding naked befor the worldArms out stretchedTo God and skyUntil Spring waltzed inAnd clothed her. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In A Dream Early this morningI dreamed of you.We were smilingWalking together...Happy!I felt your lips touch mine,The warmth of it awakened meAndWhen I touched my lips whereIn the dream you had kissed me,I found only a tear! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Any Language Das EndeFini'Passe'FinKaputEndYou and IWhy? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Corners Of Lonely Rooms Silently stormy shadows inCorners of lonely roomsAre gathering dreams toDim the clamoring criesOf good-bye! #2 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Flight I met a stranger today,His eyes were softHis manner gentle...We exchanged pleasantriesAs strangers will...Talked of where we had beenOf where we were journeying to...We spoke of the weatherAbout the rare magnificence of cloud formations....The sun's brilliance and its reflection on theBlue Ridge Mountains, so distant and so beautiful.We talked of vapor stream trailsLeft by a passing jet, skywriting without words, I said...AndYesHe knew my name at our journey's endAnd I, his,And when we said good-byeMy name, so plain,Which had never been set to musicRang clear, as accompanied by harps strummed by angelsIn the sound of his voiceWhen he said Dorothy! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In High Gear Cruising down life's highway,Wind in her face,Looking neither to the left or right.Sun at her back,Coasting along,Fast and smooth,Cool...Braking for nothing,Her mind flying.Cruising down life's highway,Ignoring the detour signsWarning,Pitfall ahead...andCrashing into the gates of hell! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Hot Pursuit He pursued her sweetness His eyes followed her...He memorized her delicious lips And inhaled her laughter. Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Me There is value in meThere is power in meThere is wisdom in meAnd laughter.I am a rainbow of unique wonder.There is love in me. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


In Orbit Space too wideNo place to hideWeightlessly floatingWho will find me? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Inner Garden Your loveSo gently coiledAround me...My heart,It's trellis! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Inspiration Moves... Inspiration moves,Coming frm the heart,Coiling,Making many colored silky wings! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Inspirational Haiku A day heaven sentGlorious hued surroundingsSenic blue, green, grand A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Instant Replay It is consistantYour resistance! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Is Silence Golden Frequently we savorOur golden memoriesAnd love in silenceForever after... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


It's Not A Tree House It's not a tree houseThat hides me from the world;Where birds rest on my shouldersAnd I ignore yellow jackets so theyWon't sting...It's not a tree house,I climbed no ladder to nestle hereWhere clouds pass byAnd I reach but cannot touchAs they smile at me...I bask in the sun -Evening breezes soothe meAnd stars and moon keep me company.It's not a tree house,Or inflated ballonOr rocket shipWhere I escape from the maddening hasteAnd eat ginger snapsAnd wave at butterfliesAnd love hereAnd laugh here!Time is nought -And I am lulled to sleep by quiet thoughtsBut I miss the flowers -I miss the flowers! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


It's Not Possible It's not possible!No, that's nonscense...Me, swinging on a star,No, that's impossible.Yet here I am,Loving you,Swinging on starsAnd doing cartwheelsDown Lover's Lane. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


It's Quiet Here It's quiet hereWhich is why I've comeTo hide from the world.I hear their voices scream,'Come back, come back to be with us! 'But they will never change,Picking me apart, in deed and thought. It's quiet here,In the shelter of your arms,Why have they sent out the alarm?It's quiet here and I shall stay here forever....Or at least until dawn,Then I'll slip away,And fade awayIn the shadows of the womanWho pretends to be me,Except she is empty of the passionsThat make the world around her smile... I am only me,When I spend quiet days,Surrounded by your love,Your touch,Your sweetSerenades. 9: 30 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


I'Ve Lost My Voice I woke up this morning,And had no voice...No song to sing,No rhyme for words,No rhythm for dance.All that Pandora had releasedFell upon me... Why is my voice silent?My heart so quiet, speaking only in whispers?I am lost again, it seems, and time beseechesMe to move on as it is fleeting... Love tugs at my sleeves, screams in my ears,Kicks my shins and I move with a coward's gait...Where is my deliberation? I close my eyes and fold my hands in prayer,But it seems I am not speaking loud enoughFor anyone to hear. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Jam Session The music exploded intoA thousand heartbeats.We glided down rainbowsOf organ melodies, becomingDrenched in the golden lightOf two magic saxophones.We played on the trampolin ofThe drummer's beat. 7: 35 p.m.Andy Ennis (sax)Mickey Fields (Alto Sax)Clalude Liggons (Organ)Monday Nite Sportsmen's LoungeA Club in Baltimore, Maryland A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


January Burnout The hunger The thirstFor simple versingI thought justificationFor answerBut found the explanation Without soul Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Jazz She calls him jazzBecause he is the musicHer heart hears...Like the slow ripplingOf a trombone,Deep and mellow.Sometimes, gentle like Duke's piano,When he plays 'Mood Indigo', lingering forever.Jazz is what she hears when he whispersHer name, sweet and low,Like a lonesome saxophone'sHigh notes, wrapping around herLike his arms.There was never a sound as mellowas the soft echo of his breathIn her ears...Jazz she calls him,Because, jazz he is. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Jazz In The A.M. Jazz in the early morningAnd your sleepy smile,Remind me that I am alive,Well and loved. 9: 19 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Just Friends Halloween maskTucked in placeHiding his shinny, toothySmiling face.I retend he truly isThe man from MarsBecause where there should be eyesAre two twinkling stars. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Kisses Wrapped In Rainbows Softly love's kisses Wrapped in rainbows Willsomersault In clouds of roses Dancing around Celestial heavens #8 Poetry In Motion August 11,200711: 43 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Lazy Days Days to lull in dreamsBetween headline newsThat screams of anotherDisaster,A new handsome president,Young, first African-American...Hours to gossip with friendsAnd laugh about rediculous fashions...Lazy days to watch movies,Some old, some new, to laughOr cry through...Lazy days, those daysOf freedom from life's stresses,Munching,Resting,Sleeping,Dreaming,Eyes open, eyes closed,Stifling a yawn,Or not...Ah!Hats Off,ToLazy days! 9: 36-9: 38 a.m.Jan.27,2009 inspired to write this after receiving a note from a poet friend speaking of beinglazy...her name? ...with her permission...Shirong Guo! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Let The Music Play The music keeps playing,Can you hear it?It's playing our songAnd the melod lingersIn the air.It's a love songAnd I don't know the wordsBut the music makes me smileAnd want to dance andBe cradled in your arms andWave at strangers andGo racing in the wind andFly a kite and lookInto your eyes and have youLook into my soul andTake in the wonder that youSay I am...which if true,Is only because you sayYou love me betweenPassionate kisses whichReach into all of me andThe music keeps playingOur song,A love song,And the lyrics are written on my heart.Someday I'll run away to be with youAnd let the music play on forever. May 23,20059: 05-9: 13 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Let The Music Play Allen Houser On Trumpet Gabriel heard the noteAnd put his horn awayShamed before the angelsBy some earthlingWhose musicMade Alice forgetWhy she was in wonderlandAnd theSunMoonAndStarsDance togetherAndThatIsHeavy! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Letting Go Of The Dream Letting go of the dreamThat was never meant to be...Letting go of the dreamTo set my tired heart Free! January 16,09 8: 51 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Liberation It's like thisI can existIf you insistWithout you! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Life Goes On We said good-byeAnd yetMy life goes on...SomehowI thought it would notYet it does... Somehow the sun still shinesPerhaps not as brightAnd stars don't twinkleLike before...The sky is not quite so blueBut life goes on. I even smile - sometimesWhen memories steal inBetween other happenings.New faces have meaning,And I still lose my keysStub my toe on the rug you never tacked,Find my check book not balanced atThe month's end...Take in stray puppiesCry when anyone sings'The Way We Were'Pick daisies when strolling in the parkWith a new friend... Yes - life goes on...Sometimes bitterly, empty!Are you loving me still?The constant question companionOf my heart...If so - why did we ever part?But life goes on!And on!And on!


A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Life Happens...Our True Reward Life happens beyond love's particular Hopes and longings... Changes, in time, will be Our true reward. August 10,2008 #107 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Life Laughs Look love,Life laughs loudest,Last longest,In peace and calm...The reward isPatiently,Heavenly,Delicious! #15 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Linger Linger a while,Let me nestle again in the warmthOf you embrace.Linger a while,Let me shower kisses on your gentle face.We'll share again the joy and wealthOf laughter...Be giddy and carefree...And in long years after,Perhaps even in some separate place,Share secret smiles, rememberingThe magical wonder of it all. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Liquid Truth Listen,SincerityBecomes music,Like a song found and repeated.Quicksilver,Hot,Searing,Like liquid truth! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Listen To Voice Of Love Permeating the silky silenceYour laughter, reminding meTo listen to the soft voices of love... You Found Me! #3 Poetry In Motion August 7,2007 Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Logic Yesterday I heardA robin sing,Telling of his planTo build a nest,In a willow tree.I said, 'Silly bird, don't you knowWillows weep and you can drownIn her sorrows? 'He said, 'Sillly girl, don't you knowA robin's song,Might brighten her tomorrows? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Lone Bird In Flight Lone bird in flight,The follows another...They are polka dots against the sky,Homing in evening dusk. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Loneliness Loneliness isA blanket full of holesWith no folds forComfort... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Look At Them Look at themLooking at usI trustThey are satisfied. 6: 05 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Lost And Found An hour lost were youThen I found and followedRose petals on the snow pathThrough the woods...Step by step in your tracksTo the frozen pond...And there you were with that smile,Hot chocolate in a thermas, ice skates, a single roseIn a homemade paper vase...We skated to the music you hummed in my earsFor a while...Then you suddenly stopped and on bended kneeYou pulled out a little box hidden in your pocket...Oh, I have never regretted saying...Yes!I lost my heart to you and found my forever love! 10: 33 p.m. period A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love Love!Prisoner of hearts.Love!Giver of life!Love!Mentor!Tormentor!Love!Question Mark! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love - On A One Way Street We walk along this narrow streetThe sign post reads Love-One Way.We move blindly, stumbling, as we searchFor the end or perhaps beginningOf this nothing place...Holding tight to each otherFor fear we'll get lostFrom each other. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love - Stay Away From Me Love! I will not again partakeIn your game of trickery,Disguised in wine-spent kissesThat bade me give again,Trust again. Spare me your tears love, of yourPromises I have no need, or of theEntanglement of your arms, waiting to deceive! I have been forwarned of your laughter gayWhen eyes meet and hearts skip a beat,Under your guise, mimicking the Eternal God. Don't you see love, I have shared before your wrathWhen as a youth, I stumbled upon your untimely path.So love stay away from me, 'cause love,You just can't be trusted! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love Blossoms Love blossoms with timeAnd reflections of your loveQuietly comes to mind,Touching me likeA soft memory Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love In The Afternoon Your Love Your Scent Your Breath Your TouchReach into my heart...I become a flowering whisper! Sept.11,2007 #29 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love Laughed...Desire Ended Love laughedAnd silky desire ended,Foreboding and out of step August 20,2008#109 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love Tiptoed Moonlight hung silky sheetsFrom my bed...Love quietly tiptoed to my doorAnd climbed into warm chortleDesire! (Poetry IN Motion) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Lover's Desires Lover's desiresAre found deliciously hotAnd willing toSilence rivalRages Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Fingers Rainy days Hum Tap GlideDown my window paneWhile I purr under the sheltered caressOf love's soft fingers... Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Forever Eons ago Your love found a home With me...Remember, it's forever! Oct.12,07#10 Poetry In MotionDorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Lament We merged as one...Surely there are not two of us!My hands behind youYetMy own back I scratch!Where are we?We tail-spend...Senses reel...We've left our bedYetLie there still...VertigoTotal confusion of minds...We merged as oneBut it cannot be soTwo must be twoIn separate bodies!No! I scream...Something's abound snuffing out one life!We break free...Uncoiling our bodies to free our soulsAnd to save our sanity!Two into one cannot be! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Mirrored Shadows Our love reflections are Moving mirrored shadows And our emotions whisper From the sadnessOf ficitious insipid feelings #32 Poetry In Motion Sept.19-07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Promises Love's promises breathe Fresh air into dreams In between despair and The truth of dazzling happiness Sept.19,2008#102 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Shattered Hopes You shattered my hopes for love,Now you are gone...My heart cries!I am sad, empty,Heart broken,Lost! #5 Poetry In Motion August 8,2007 3 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Love's Wildest Dream You are to me love's wildest dreamAnd I am enslaved by sugared kissesAnd your laughter that reaches deep into theHeart of me.Though I must always silent be andSay to nought but thee, to meYou are love's wildest dream. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Masquerade You pretend to beEverything to me,I pretend to believe it! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Memory Lapse I don't rememberThe last time you reachedFor my hand when we walkedSide by sideBut now that I think of itI don't rememebr the lastTime we walked side by side.One of us is always a stepBehind or a step ahead...I simply don't rememberThe last time weEmbraced,Kissed,Laughed together,Caressed each other,Said I love you...I don't remember lots of thingsWe did together that madeYou my knight in shinning armorAnd me so dog one special to you.I don't rememberWhen last we boastedThat we were happy,I don't rember the last timeYou made me want to singA happy song,And I never see you smileAnymore when I enter a room...Memory lapses andTo tell you the truth,I don't think my mind hasAny thing to do with it! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Mind And Pen My pen hesitates,Not keeping pace withMy hurried mindWhich has already said'I love you'A thousand times.My pen hesitates,And the ink dries,And my mind has said againA thousand times'I love you! ' A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Misconception The we of you and meWas my misconceptionBrought on by my heart's deceptionAnd my want of you. So with apologies to you,My heart and I step back,Taking a real good look,At wat we thought was,But wasn't... My misconception,Brought on byMy heart's deception,And my want of you. I should have known when youHeld my hands,Held me in your arms,Caressed me,it was merely your deception.... So with apologies to you,My heart ad I depart,Oh, God! What a misconception,We thought youWanted us too! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Mistaken Identity I thought it was the windRoaring like a lionDressed in golden helmetWith goggled eyesAndSilvered streaked bodyGlimmering in the spot lightOf morning sun...Until it...fast moving thing...Braked to a halt at the red lightAnd I saw it was youAnd your HondaTravelling south! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Mr. Dj Where are the serenadesThat gently caress heartsAnd linger in memoriesFor those invisible treasureBoxes? .... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Mr. Frog - On Guard Mr. Frog on guardWearing top hat and tails,Sitting still in the brightlyColored pansy bed...Ah! He is proud. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Black Poem (Written With My Pink Pen) Now I write my black poemA silky sassy black poem,Licorice blackSassy sultry blackQuiet midnight blackGliding through the night blackMaking squeaky sounds that moan...Catching falling starsWith black shadowsAnd moonbeams to exchangeFor lover's kissesAgainandAgain Black! 11: 48 p.m.10,18-98 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Blue Poem Writing my blue poemWith my pink pen...Mellow blue,Sweet Aster sugar blue,Sad sighing blue,Mid-night skky blue,Blues singing, crying blue...Lady Day blueSoon smiling blue,Because I am thinking of you,Writing my blue poemWith a pink pen,Thinking of you. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Bodacious Dreams... My bodacious dreamsMove through a sieveOf memories,Spilling like shards of glass,Cutting into my soul. July 27,2007 11: 01 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Brown Poem (Hershey Kisses Chocolate Poem) This is my brown poem...A Sepia, Mahogany, Tan poem,Coffee colored with cream poem.A dark chocolate, carmel colored poem.A sweet tooth, got to have you whiteChocolate poem...Golden brown, sazz brown,A Hot Fudge Sundae syrup dripping poem.Hershey Kisses chocolateTongue tickling, teasing poem.Spine tingling,Shivering,Shimmering,Brown poem.Writing a brown poem with myPink Pen,With you in the middle...Yeah!With youInTheMiddle! Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Dreams Were Hiding My dreams were hidingIn a shoe box, filled with myPink Diamond Studded Shoes,Scattering in the wind, when the lid was removed.If a whirl wind of hopeless dreams are found wandering,They belong to me. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Father's Laugh My father's laugh is love,My father smiles at meAnd says my mind is A vessel of pearls.. Poetry In Motion. 9/6/07 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Green Poem (Written With My Pink Pen_ This is my green clear cool river poemWhere our toes wiggled and touchedThat first time...Where we splashed, laughed and fell in love.My cool green river poemWritten with my pink pen.I remember and see your smile. 3: 03-3: 04Octo.15,1998 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Heart Cries My heart criesSilent tearsAt the thoughtThat we mustSay good-byeYetI must let you goBack to whatI don't knowWelcoming arms?Happy home?Or just to be forlornAnd alone! 2: 55 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Heart Has Empty Rooms My heart has empty roomsWhere once our love laughedAnd played. No laughter is heard now, fillingThese halls with bliss,No melodies of sweet caressesNo warmth that filled and thrilledWith every kiss... Oh my love, we are lonely andLost without you. My heart screams with the agonyOf empty rooms haunted by the ghost of you...Filled with the echo of your good-bye. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Heart In Winter's Play Ground My heart plays in snowSearching for yesterday's loveLost in a winter stream March 20,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Inaudible Ode To Love Twirling,Falling aimlessly,My ode to love was inaudible,Whirling against the breath and sighOf yesterdays... #197 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Love If You Must Go My love if you must go -Do not fret,I shall wait for your return. I shall busy myself painting landscapesOr butterflies...Or perhaps the sea shore where lastWe played, and loved... I'll write sonnets for hours on end thatTell the beauty of you and me,Or write love songs, rhymed just for youFor the whole world to sing. So my love, if you must leave me,Just remember while you are away,That my love grows deeper with each dawning,That my love is here to stay. So my love, when you leave me,Shed no tears when you departJust remember that I love and adore you,You are the one in prayer I sought. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Man And Me We matterMy man and meIn this crazyMixed up worldOf hypocrisy.If to no other,To each other. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Misty Morning Gray Poem -Written With My PinkPen My misty morning gray poemLingers in the air like a London Fog...Disquieting...My quiet gray poemSilky graySatin dawn grayWaiting for the sunriseTo blot out my gray poemWritten with my Pink PenAnd I doddle your face,Your eyes, your lips...Alive in the morning gray mist. 11: 59 p.m.Oct.17,1998 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Ode To Love You come and go so fastLike dawnWhen I am star gazingOr cloudsWhen I am chasing moonbeams.I walk barefoot in the shadowOf your promisesBut there is no yellow brick road!Somebody lied! Dorothy Alves HolmesThe Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Pink Diamond Studded Shoes Someone, left for me,Pink diamond studded shoesOn the yellow brick road,With a fresh water pearl tiara thatGlows in the dark...I shall go dancing under the starsSinging a glad song! 12/15/2008My mind at play... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Pink Poem (Written With My Pink Pen) I think I'll write a pink poem,To make you smile,Because pink poems sayI love you in all the languesOf the world!Take my hand,Take my heart,Share my laughter,Listen to the music...And don't just smell the roses,Plant new one and think of me. DorothyA Poet Who Loves To Sing! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Purple Poem (My Purple Jazz Poem - Written WithMy Pink Pen) I love a deep purple jazz poem.A trumpet blowing, soothingDizzy Gillespie jazz poem.A plum colored, egg plant colored,Twilight colored poem...A deep purple fallingOver sleepy garden walls poem...My mother sure loved that song, 'Deep Purple'Hope she loves this purple poem...Hummm...Ma!Me and my purple poemAnd my pink pen,Feeling the love, baby,Feeling the love! Dorothy CynthiaA Poet Who Loves To Sing A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Red Poem (Written With My Pink Pen) Here I write a red poem,Sophie Tucker red,'The last of the red hot mama's red'It is a hard Tap Dancing Red,St. Valentine's red...Cinnamon Apple scented red...Georgio sweet smelling red,Victoria Secret RedMorning sunrise red,Red Hot lipstick redThe blush on your cheeks red,Happy Go Lucky Red,Written with my flaming Pink Craylo PenOn this October day...Oh you kid! 12: 36 a.m. DorothyOh, That Poet Who Loves..... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Silver Poem (Written With My Pink Pen) Writing my silver poemOn the face of the moon...The old man scoffed at my folly...How dare I scribble a pink poemwith no rhyme on his delicate face...I explained it was a poem to sing his praisesBut my poem is lost as the moon disappearsBehind a cloud before I could gatherHis silver theads to string my words together. 11: 58 p.m. Oct.23,1998 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Silver Poem Ii I am going to writeA silver poem with my pink pen...I am writing my silver poemOn the face of the moonAnd as moonbeams streakAcross the sky,I want you to danceIn the moon's silver glowAnd cherish the moment,As will I! 10: 16 a.m.March 15,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Special Someone...A Triolet Poem My special someoneThrows kisses to the wind's sweet songAnd rides life's jaunty wavesMy special adored oneOh, ah, I his sweet kiss craveIn longing to him I sing lone nights longMy ever devoted oneHe says our love will never 'er go wrong (first attempt at writing Triolet) Ah! Jan.29,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Tears Erase The Visons I closed my eyes against the darkness,Painting pictures of you on the inside of myeye lids.But tears squeeze throughFrom my heartErasing the visions. 3: 22 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Tide Of Laughter Breathing in between Tranquil conversational balance My tide of laughter found love Hot Viabrant Humming 3/20/09 (written) Poetry in Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


My Yellow Poem - Sunny Days And LemonDrops(Written With My Pink Pen) The memory of sunny days and lemon dropsCrowd my yellow poem like the scent of lemonsFor lemonade...and your laughter, flowingLike sunbeams through the winds of my heart,Lighting and filling a dark empty room.Oh! I danced through daffodils, ablaze in a spring field,Locked in your arms.Ah! Sweet memories...My yellow poem sings like concert canaries as myPink pen scribbles each word. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Night Music Inside night waltzed To the symphonic melody Of love! #79 Poetry In Motion July 29,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Night Sounds Crickets calling.The beckoning sound of bells in the distance,Whistles of trains, saying hello and farewell,The stop and go of traffic sounds,Sirens answering a pleaOr giving chase to night terrorsOn some dark street.A baby's wail vying for attentionSilenced bky the sucklingOf a mother's breast.Airplanes flowing lowMotors roaring,Rushing to and from distant places.Quiet lalughter of silhouetted lovers,The echoing music of some forlorAnd forgotten melodyMoaning the blues soft and low.And you and IExchanging whispers of love between kisses =A part of the night sound! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Nightmare StandingIn a darkened pitThrowing my voice to the sky.'Help! ' I cryBut no one heeds my plea;I die,And no one misses me! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


No Apology Needed You knock -I slow down my flight to the door,We speak - but don't embrace - small talkThen a dispassionate kiss...Could this be us?Silence so thick you could cut it with a knifeAn old cliche, I museBut befitting the mood - your mood as I strainConversation.I express that I am sorry,Apologizing again for reminding youOf what you needed no reminder,You remind me of what I seemed to have forgottenWhile caught up in a web of misery, perpetratedBy your time clocked absence.I talk above the lump in my throat - expressing that INeed no reminder of your constant love...I curse aloud the anxities that enslave my mindWhile I awaited the sound of you.We reach out - we touchIt's so good - this expression of self - finally between usWe embrace - this time - no apology is needed! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Nocturne Clouds of my mindChasing away the rainbow of you.Monster realities casting shadowsAgain and again and I am afraidOf Losing you.I turn to runBut love blocks the passage to my escapeAnd I stayAnd waitFor your returnBecause I know youlove me too!Soon the clouds disappearAnd the monsters were never here! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Notes Of Love Time will note The power of Love And Laughter! Poetry In Motion Dorothy Alves HolmesOctober 30,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Nothing Ventured... Certainly You'll need time to Break out of the life of Nothing Ventured! Sunday November 4,2007 #60 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Notice Of Foreclosure Due to the recessionThere is a foreclosureOf your space in my heart...Bye! December 21,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


November Roses November rose on stilted stemGives regal wave as we pass by,Sans birds and their songs,Sans beautiful winged butterfly. November 2004 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Now Or Never Be happyLife beckoned!But I'm afraidShe said!Tomorrow's too late,Life laughed,And passed her by! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Of Loving You... In winter I miss spring time rains,In summer I miss the coldness of snow,When night falls, I miss the brightnessOf a sunlit day. When the sun beams down I miss the clandestine moon,Cool and aloofAndWhen you're not here with meI miss your warm embrace. I miss the moments we share, so precious,So treasured,YetThe depth of my missing you cannot beMeasuredIn tearsWhen lonliness over-whelms me. I love you,AndMissing you is but an extensionOf this love. I'll be loving you and missing youAndBe lonely for youUntil I am no more, and some how, I know, even after. I tell you I miss you, get lonely for you,Not to make your spirit's sag,Or to erase the smile from your face. I am only sharing a feelingOf caringOf wantingAnd needing As constant as the midnite hour


As natural as winter's snowAnd summer's warmthAnd spring-time flowers As that clandestine moonThe starsThe treesThe grass I love you!Miss you when we are not together!Get lonely for you!In winter I miss spring time rains;In summer, I miss the coldness of snow. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Oh Weeping Heart Stop! Oh weeping heart,Shed no tears for him,Deserter of love,Run-away fool...You deserved better.Shush now!It will get better,I promise! Dec.16,20081: 47-1: 49 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Oh! Desire My love Delicately whistles Ripened in plums of wonder... Warm Silky Chortle Deliciously Tangy with desire On fire! Written Oct 1,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Oh... Regrets Are... RegretsAreMorning Shadows..... Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


On A Winter's Day The early morning quiet was shatteredWith the sound of crackling crystal crownsOf elegantly dressed trees falling into space. Translucent ball gowns crumbled andCrashed in crystal towers on the frozen forest floor.The trees wailed and moaned and joinedIn passionate strands of choral crescendo weeping. The echoing sad song of the treesPersisted and giant tears splashed below...The ice palace ball would be cancelled. The sun spread out in joyful radiance,Lingering on everything as she waltzedHere and there at times explodingWith her gleeful song. The woods are silent now, listening toThe wind as it serenades the trees with soft lullabies.The solitary crescent moon gazed down, cool and aloofFrom a navy blue midnight colored sky. The stars did not come out to twinkle and playAfter all, the ice palace ball had been cancelled.The moaning of the wind swept throughThe trees spreading a song of woe. December 10,2002 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


On Being Green cut off thephoneturned themusicway uphigh...BANG! BANG!someone's deadBUT I DON'TWANT TODIE!Put thephone backon the hookturn the musicway down lowRay Charles singing about being greenand I GOTTA GO Onnnnnnnnnnnnn! ! ! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Once Upon A Mystery Once upon a mystery We dwelled inside A looking glassCrawling through life Poetry In Motion Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


One Hundred Yesterday's Ago You should have told meOne hundred yesterday's ago,You wishedNo committment,NoWe.You should have told meOne hundred yesterday's ago,Your kissesHad no meaning...Your arms,Shackles to enslavePassion only.If you had only told me,One hundred yesterday's ago,To believe nothingOf what you said,Nothing of what you did,I would have laughed lessWhen we were together;Not held your hand so tight.Would not have turned the pocketsOf my heart inside out, so thereWould be no clutter, of other lovesLong passed.Oh!You should have told me,One hundred yesterday's ago. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


One Mad Summer Afternoon One Mad Summer Afternoon,Forgetting to hold my breath,I was swept away in an oceanOf passion and futility,Without any thought of resuscitation. Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Only You Can See Inside Of Me There is a twin inside of meThat only you can see,Invisible to the rest of the worldSimply because, they don't know,My heart heart the music of yourLaughter. 11: 07 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Our Creator Supreme Watercolor skyPainted by Master ArtistCreator Supreme #363 Haiku A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Pacific Avenue, Atlantic City, N.J. Hovering in theClutter of povertyNo smiles on their facesLooking skywardHaving a confrontation with God...Their eyes the voices of their souls...Their houses shout tooWe are enslaved!The windows are dark and lifeless!Who will hear them when they cry?Not the landlordOver the jingle of his pocket money! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Passion Dances Passion dances On melancholy's nostalgic illusions... Bruised, love surrenders, shrieking laughter, Under life's rageing reality... Then, silence! Written August 27,2007#77 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Percentages (Save 10% For Yourself) His philosophy was made quite clear to meAnd I agreed to follow his rule of thumb;To give - but to save some for myself -At least ten persent.So I tried giving just a corner of my heart,With ten percent I would not part.My heart was foolish and couldn't count,Insisted on giving the full amount.One hundred percent, it wouldn't settle for less,Although I had done my very best.I told him his philosophy,Somehow just didnn't work for me.He acknowledged it was easier to say than do,Because his heart was having trouble with percentagesToo! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Perhaps I sometimes think our loveIs simply my heartPlaying tricksOn my mind! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Pistol Packing Officer!Why did you shoot Jwan McGee?He lies in bed;You walk around free.Who was the menace in this tale?Who was the culprit to cause theBloody trail?He was shot because he put hisHand in his coat, away from view,Matter of fact, he had his back to you.Suddendlly you were the all knowing God,You shot him because you thought he had a rod.So how does this sad tale end?He is an invalid, in need of a friend...His mama has an ache in her heart,While you, officer, chalk it upto 'Well, Your Honor, I thought...' (true story - this happened in Baltimore, Maryland) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Poetic Slump In slumpMind won't pumpHaikuWon't do....11: 51 a.m. Jan.17,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Poetry In Motion Moonlight And You Moonlight hung silky sheetsFrom my bed...Love quietly tiptoed to my doorAnd climbed into warm chortle desire! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Poetry In Motion Somewhere In Paris Oh Desire,Somewhere in ParisMy heart confessed insatiable hankeringFor love's fervid avenues of splendor A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Poetry In Motion State Of Desire A moment of desireplummets into the abyss fragmented, half remembered, unwilling to face love... March 36,2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Poetry In Motion....Drinking Again Drinking alone you reminisce... Shadows of shimmering darkness Become walls of pain That castrate the past... Written March 17,2009 Poetry in Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Polling Daisies If only we had met yesterdayWhen love was new to both of usAnd untarnished...And dreams fashioned by hope and laughterWere made without questionAnd rose colored glasses were not a joke!If only we had met yesterdayWhen in our youth, 'promises were madeTo be broken' was not the rule...And the ache in our hearts was madeBy cupid's arrow answering a call to love...Yesterday, it was so simple to pull thePetals from a daisy...And he loves me was always the last petalTo be polled...Today, the daisy's won't tell.Today, you belong to another!Were were you yesterday, when I needed you? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Pot At End Of Rainbow Slowed downTo catch a falling star...It burned a hole in my soulLeaving the ashes in the potAt the end of the rainbow 8: 47 p.m.12'18/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Power Play I demand too muchOf loveOr it of meBetween the two of usNeither one is free... written 2: 48 p.m....no seconds 12/12/08DorothyA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Queen Bee My manTreats me fineI mean like cotton candyWrapped around a paper coneMelting in sudden sweetness...Like a marichino cherry waiting toDress up something special...Like soft custardTickling someone's tongue...I meanMy manTreats me good...Like an on-schedule airplaneThat makes you smile...Good!Like Ray Charles singing 'Cying Time'And you do...But you smile while you do...Good!Like rain cooling a hot day...Good like 'Amen' at the end of a prayer! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Questing Is the heart asleepWhen a poet doesn't speakOr lulled away in the quiet stormOf thoughts they dare not share? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Quiet Please....Let This Dream Be... Shh!Let this dream beIt's all of him, That belongs to me... Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Rain The rain pitter pattersYour nameFalling like tearsOn everything! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Rainbows Have Their Own Melody Rainbows have their own melody,As they stretch across the sky,Such comforting songs, carriedIn our hearts as time slowly drifts by.Some times we close our eyes in longingMaking sounds in whispers and sighs,We beckon others to join us inWatching sky filled lullabies.In these whimsical monents of pleasure,As we watch this beauty in the sky,Magical monents enrapture us asWe gaze at the ribbons of colorDazzling before our eyes.So quiet is the music, no one can hear,But there it is singing in our hearts andWe know God placed it there Feb.6,2008 2: 53-2: 57 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Razzle Dazzle Dreams My razzle dazzle dreamsDance down theYellow brick roadSearching for promisesMade and kept Poetry In Motion #105 6: 50 a.m.September 26,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Reality Check Lost my Pink Diamond Studded ShoesOn The Avenue of Shallow DreamsWhile chasing bats that pretended to be butterflies,Rainbows wore fake tiaras, andAll the silver rain-drops were someone's tears. The lovely canary, always on my shoulder,Singing softly everyday, lost his voiceWhile choaking on a rhymed melody,And blamed me for his misfortune.. Said the constant turning of my head,Looking for you,Who had run away with someone new,Interfered with his chirping... Alas! Sometimes, you have justGot to stop...for a reality check!Amen! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Rebound He told me I had done it beforeSaid enough was enoughHe could take no more.Said things between usWould never be the sameBecause every time he kissed meI whispered your name! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Refections...We Free Spirited Butterflies... It seems it was just yesterday we met,Some ten odd years ago - a blind date -The years have gone too fast.Where did the time go? I askA silent room - you're not here;And my mind drifts againOn the cool waves of memories. If there is more to love than the sweetBitter ecstasy we shared so longLock it away, lest we become slaves to thisMaster of gladness,We, free spirited butterflies. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Remiss Desire Remiss desire,Waylaid,Joined abandoned dreams...Clutching at treacherous reflected visioning.Betrayed,The gleam removed,Ended! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Resting In The Comfort Zone At end of day weRest in the comfort zone ofOur togetherness 11: 20 p.m. July 29,2007 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Reward Of True Love The rewardOf true loveAnd the calm that happensNever seems to get crossedBeyond the changes that interfere Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Running To The Beat Of The Drum Like a gazelleLong strong legsWith muscles pulsatingEtched in golden skinRunning to the beat of the drum;One lapTwo...Mind freeExcept for the count...Fourth time aroundStriving to conquer this stone and ironTrap of waterReservoir - he criesI know not your strengthBut watch me run around your dormant soul -Sixth lap...Running to the beat of the drumHe and freedom...Stretch, letgs stretch;Don't falter.Four laps to go -Stretch to the beat of the drum!Lungs clear as crystalHead highKeeping a steady gaitRunning rhythmicallyTo the beat of the drum echoingFrom some distant place -Saying, run, runner, runWhile I make your music!Tenth lap...Done! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


S R O I long for happy days again,That do not end,And an endless blue sky filledWith rainbows and sun shine thatIs not filtered by clouds maskingAs white towered mountains...I long for happy days again,Filled with your laughter,And you waiting for meIn the wings,Of this one act play,That now hasStandingRoomOnly! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Said The Flower To The Butterfly Be still butterfllySpread your wings,Now bow my friend,Together we will bloom andSing silent melodies.....Ah! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Scattered Pieces Of Herself Scattered pieces of herselfLost in the arms of wanderersWho smile with each caressShe promises herselfNex time she'll say, 'No'But says, 'Yes.'By chance he be true. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sea Of Sorrow Hearts drowningIn sea of sorrow...Life line ofFantasyFrayed, as it unravels,Lie by lieAs we holdOur breath! 11: 06 p.m.Dec.19,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Searching I looked for youAt the end of the rainbowWhere it is said all beauty lies.I looked for youIn green fields where wildFlowers bloom.I looked for your faceIn the clear watersOf a passing stream...I thought it was you I sawSilhouetted high upon a hill topCatching wind swept Autumn leaves...I looked for your faceIn the smile of the sunsetandI searched the faces of strangersFor your love eyes...YetNo matter where I chanced to beYou and loveHad already been there. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Secret They teaseAnd wonderWhy I am smiling soAnd humming happy tunes under my breathAnd why the strut's back in my walk...But I won't tell themBecause if I doEveryone would wantA little piece of this heaven too.So I'll just keep right on smilingAnd strutingAnd humming happy tunes under my breathAnd keeping you a secret all to myself! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Secret Places The arch of secret places,where dreams go,Hearts openIn search of life's promises.. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Seeking Love...His Silky Laugh... Every morning, whispering softly, Seeking love,His silky laugh comes rising Like morning sun... Bounteous and beautiful 8/15/07 (#11) Poetry In Motion10: 17 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Seems Of Life Seems to be one thingBut it could be anotherSo tantalizing 3/15/08 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Shadows Draperies hungShutting out the nightStar lightMoonlightThe corner street lightBut not the shadows!Not the shadows! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Shall We Dance I sing in the showerTo relieve my stress.Fact is, that is whereI sing best...The spray of the waterMakes the shower curtain dance,And the water, my voice doesDelightfully enhance...So I bellow love's sweet melody,The water and I sing in blissful harmony. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


She Was Cool Baby From out of the night he cameFist pounding against her soft black fleshAnd soonShe is blue on blackBut she is cool baby - coolEach powerful sting makesHer heart sinkHer brain dullsBut she is cool, baby, she is cool! Trying to stay aliveNot shedding a tearNot blinking an eyeHeart already stoppedShe thinks,But she don't want to dieSo she is cool,So cool!'Lord' she prays, 'I know you out there somewhereSo I'm going to be cool until you get here'!Blue on Black,With each smack,But she was cool baby...She was cool! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Shelter Of The Woodlands Woodland shelters streamFlowing with fantasy dreamsFashioned by lovers A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Singing Praises Through trees and misty horizonsI feel presence of GodGiving me this day! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sir, I Hope You Are Well Sir,I hope you are wellAnd perhaps racing in the wind,Or sailing on a sea with gentle winds,Or maybe basking in the sun on some beautiful shore. Sir,I hope you had a day of bliss,Laughing with a friend who just hugged you and held your handOr perhaps was awed by your smile or that look in your eyes.. Sir,I hope your day overflowed with sunshine and sun beamsTickled your nose or kissed the nose of someone you loveAnd together you did cart wheels or wrote some silly poemAlternating the lines of love. Oh, I hope someone sang you a lullaby, if not today, last night,And whispered how they were blessed to have you as a friend,Or lover, or son, or father, pal or just a good buddy to enjoy a beer withOr champagne in celebration of something wonderful! Sir, I hope you are well! 7: 35 p.m.Feb.9,2009I A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Skeletons Empty houseEmpty bedEmpty heartEmpty headMyself rattlingAbout withinMy skinFind the key, somebody, quick!So happinessCan move inWith meAgain! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Snow Days The first day it snowed,I stayed in bed and coveredMy head. The second day, I drew heartsAnd wrote your name over and overAgain in the vapor trail on mywindow pane as they trickledAway like lost tears. The third day, I went outsideAnd made snow angelsSo you would know,When you passed by,I still knew how to be happy. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


So This Is Heaven It was a magic timeWe were holding dreamsTogether...CementingFantacies...Stay!IWant moreOf you!Ah!So this is heaven! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Some Folks Some folks measure a man by his looks,Others by his pocket book,Some by the way he stands,Or if his hand shake is firm they boast,That's a man.Some folks say a man can look youRight in the eye and if he can'tThey say he is sly.Some folks say watch his strideAnd if his steps are long, in himTruth abides.I say measure a man by something youCannot see...That inner quality. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Some More Blessings I have just been advisedThat I have just rented a pieceOf life and that a piece of theAction is really just a loan andThat love's I.O.U. was writtenIn invisable ink so what theHey?I'll take ten of those and ten ofThose and 20 of the rest.Say what? No I'm not trying toBe hoggish, just asking forSome more BLESSINGSSSSSSS! . A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Someone Cried Today Someone cried todayIn midst of death and beautyLamenting their loss Grand mountains towerLike shrines to field of death's lamentsTears dampen the sod Blue sky mountains treesShrines for field of heart's lamentsSomeone cried today Someone cried todayMid white stones in salute ofLoved onesIn peaceful dwelling (Haiku Poetry)(viewing photo of Military Cemetary) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Somewhere SomewhereBetween earth and skyThere liesA liar! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Somewhere In Paris Oh Desire! Somewhere in ParisMy heart confessed insatiable hankering For love's fervid avenues of splendor... Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... Poetry In Motion #16 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Soon Soon, my heart will not race at the thought of you.When you come into view, my eye's won't sparkle,My face will hide its glow.I will not turn or smile at the mention of your nameAnd after a while, your voice...ah, your voice,Will not sound like music to my ears.Your touch will be like all others, awakening no fervorWithin me...Soon I'll not cry at the thought of saying goodbyeTo our love...Soon...I pray,Soon! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Standing In The Middle I stand in the middle,In the middle,Where there is no path,And the walls are too high.Love's sweet promisesTease my senses,Bade me smile...But, how does one smile,When standing in the middle,In the middleOf broken dreams,And the debris of shatteredRealities. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Stop - Look - Listen Cautiously we move through lifeFrom day to dayFrom strife to strifeLooking over our shouldersEver aware of thoseSeeking to destroy our faithIn the human raceLooking both ways before crossing the streetGuarded of strangers we chance to meetCarefully handling the rose with the thornThen being stomped on the toe with the corn! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Streets To Love When readyThe streets to loveAre foundFreely...Moving the heavensDesire risesCreatingA chortle feast Sept.14,07#35 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Struggling To Escape Eventually we struggle to escape Web of crazy priorities... Love is caught in struggle Unable to keep from laughing. Aug.21,07 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Stumbling Through The Maze Of Life Come sit here child,Love beckoned me,But I turned away. Ah, but love knew me too well,And sighed when I shrugged my shoulders.Love whispered softly, 'You'll be backMy child, but for now go out and playIn the world, I shall wait for you andYour heart to return.' Return we did and love presented to meThe wonder of you...We lie still now, in the gentle folds of love'sSweet, tender and warm embrace. 8: 00 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Such An Ordinary Day It was such an ordinary day,Without rainbows or sun shineOrButterflies at play.The trees barley swayed,The birds did not sing,Did someone forget to announceThat it's spring? July 10,038: 33 a.m. a A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Suddenly You Were There Seeping into my dreamsI saw you through the windowsOf my soulAndOh!You were beautiful!Our hands touched,And then,You were gone,Without saying good-bye. 8: 30 a.m.Sunday MorningDec.22,2008 Dedicated to one who shall be nameless... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Summer Persists Summer persists it'sHer kisses that captivateLingering at fall's door October 27-076: 41 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sun....The Golden Thief The sun slipped throughMy window,Like a silent thief,Robbing me of my slumberWhile decorating my roomIn golden sunlight. Sunday morning April 28,20077: 32 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sunday Morning Wishes Oh, I wish I could run away,Back to yesterday,When our love was trueAnd all could see...But death was jealous, andStole you away from me. Sunday MorningOctober 7,200712: 27 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Superficial Superficial you,Superficial me,Doing our do,Superficially. DorothyA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sweet Bird Of Youth (Dedicated To Mrs. Mary Murray) Sweet bird of youth are youAs charm has no ageNo does beautyExcept in the quality of its 'earned' antiquenessIf we speak of a tangible thing...But in the ageless beauty of people,Developed through their existenceEnumerated by the turning of calendar pages,I sy to youForget your numbered years except to markThem by your wisdom and in the strengthOf knowing yourself...Where age has become friend...A giftWrapped in your smileAnd tied in the warmth of your hand shake.Numbers are but dates marked by birthday candlesOr time on clocks and watchesOr answers on calculatorsOr dialed for telephone conversationsOr to measure, somehow, one's worthIn dollars and cents...Live as though born yesterday or todayWith a whole worl of things to do before you!With the value of your knowledge,Laugh, enjoy!God smiles on you!Sweet bird of youth,Click your heels while the rest of your aged worldTakes to their rocking chairs! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Sweet Evening Peace Sweet Evening PeaceDraped in sunset's red lace gownEarth sighs soon to sleep #345 Haiku Sweet Evening PeaceDorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Tap Dancing On The Moon Tap dancing on the moon,Stiring up moon dust,To scatter in your dreams,To make you smile and snuggleWay down in the soft, satin, pocket of my love.Oh Yes! Oh Yes! 11: 14-11: 14 1/2 Feb.9-2009 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Taunt Of Winter (Haiku) Silent woods where areYour voices of spring time now?Taunts brash iced winter A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Awakening (The Rainbow Inside Of Me...) It lay dormantThis rainbow inside of me...My laughter was mislaid,So deep within,It was forgotten.Then, you touched my life,I laughed and remembered,Birds are suppose to sing! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Big Tent Yesterday I did a million somersaultsLanding on my feet each timeGraciously bowing to the applauseOf the crowdRoaring so loudThey awakened meFrom my dreamBack to reality A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Calm Of Personal Peace Certainly truth Will keep us safe Within the calm of Personal peace And our love Ever tingling! Poetry In Motion Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Clock Goes Cuckoo - Cuckoo Candle ablaze under the glareOf a 60 watt bulb...The tea kettle whistlesFor the third time.You said you'd be here by 12But that was two yesterdaysAgo!And the clock goes Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo! ! ! ! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Comfort Zone Where two stand together...Together! Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Dancers While you and she danceI am counting the hoursFor hot love chasedMythology! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Day After The First Day Of Summer We borrowed this dayFrom the chores that neededTo be doneAnd ran away in celebrationOf the first day of summer...We were young and in loveknowing It would last forever. Ah! The rose colored glassesOf our youth did not mean toDecieve.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Day Before The Night Before Christmas (Part I) It was December the 23rdAnd Santa was packing his sleigh,Saying to his reindeer, 'We've gotLots of traveling to do today,Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and IHave lots of surprizes up my sleeves! ' The reindeer grumbled and were ill-at ease,Santa was worried and asked 'Aren't you pleased? 'One reindeer who asked not to be identifiedStepped forward and replied'Christmas now is just a word.' The other reindeer joined in'There is no peace on earth,No good will between men'.'No good will between people' a liberated reindeerChirped in! Santa was aghast and could not believeWhat he had just heard..It startled him - it made him sadWhy Christmas was the time of year toMake folks glad.. A time for celebration, for spreading good cheerA joyful, happy time of year!'I'll do some spot checking, 'Santa said to Mrs. 'C''Christmas has lost its true meaning? ''This cannot be! ' 'This is tragic'!And with a little Santa Magic he transformedHimself into a little child with a polka dot face,This way he could represent every race! He went caroling the world overAnd begged passer's by 'Please sing along'


But no one would join him in song.He was cold, his coat was tattered and tornNo one offered him shelterThey looked upon him with scorn. He stopped at several houses but no oneWold let him inSome shouted 'Come back again! 'They were busy decorating and wrappingPresents galoreBut no one would open their door. *************(Please note the continuation of this poem is in Part II) Click NextPoem******* A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Day Before The Night Before Christmas (Part Ii) (Continued from Part I where no doors had been opened for the little childSanta...he walks on) The little child Santa saw a familyStroling hand in hand,'What does Christmas mean to you'?He asked stepping up to the man.'Presents for one and all said he' 'Trees a glitter, houses in holiday dress'Said she.'Toys' said the little ones jumping with glee'And if you are really good santa will bringYou a color TV! ' 'But he won't find your house on the otherSide of the track,You're poor and ugly with that polka dot face'They laughed and scoffed'Why you are a disgrace! ' 'Christmas means a brand new car' said theNext hurried gent,The next lady said 'Christmas made me spendEvery cent.' Poor Santa was really sad,No one had said Merry Christmas'This is really bad.'He shook his head,He pondered, 'Is Christmas really dead? ' No one had mentioned the babe in the MangerOr the wise men who travelled afar.No one mentioned Mary or Joseph or theBright guiding star. Santa slumped his shouldersAnd headed back home


His heart was heavy, he felt all alone.Then suddenly, bells chimed; it was Christmas Eve. A lone man appeared and took the little child SantaBy his tattered sleeve.'Come child' he said softly, 'I'll share my meal with you''It is not much but it should warm you through and through.' He wrapped his worn scarf around Santa's cold headSanta thanked him, 'Merry Christmas' the stranger said'I am travelling to Bethlehem' - and was gone again! . 'Merry Christmas' said Santa as the stranger disappearedFrom sight- 'Christmas lives' he shouted,'The reindeer were wrong and I was right! 'Carolers sang in the distance,'Deck The Halls', 'Silent Night! ' By Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Debutant Sun The sun was in full dress,A golden beauty.She wore a bright red tiara,Spreading her dress out likeA debutant over the clear Blue sky,Reflecting in the blue ocean...Then with grace, she sprinkled sunbeams,That glistened, riding the waves.We bathed in the warmth of her smile andCollected sea shells as tangibleTreasures to place at her feet. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Doodler I doodled starsWhile waiting for youAnd the world turnedOn its axis...Soon the night capturedMy stars and sprinkledThem on a blanket of blue...Rejoice! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Echoes Of Sorrow I awakened toThe sound of the windMoaning your name.My heart ached still,Filled with the sorrowOf your demise.Together the wind and ISang a song of longing.I cried like it was yesterday. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The End Of Forever Foolishly yearning,Sweetest journey,Passion!Fire!We soar,Body and soul...Earthquake,Pain...World shattered, Smoldering ashes,Hurt begins...Forever ends! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The End Of The Rainbow At the end of the rainbowIs where I long to be...With the pot of gold,I am promised to see.How do you get there?Do you know the way?Just follow your dreams, my dear,And you will get there some day. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Escape It's quiet hereWhich is why I've comeTo hide from the world.I hear their voices screaming,'Come back! come back to be with us! 'But they will never change, picking me apartIn deed and thought...It's quiet here,In the shelter of soft lights and the musicYou play...Why have they set out the alarm'It's quiet here and I shall stay here forever,Or at least until dawn...Then I'll slip away,Fading away into the shadows of the womanWho pretends to be me,Except she is empty of the fire that makesThe world around her smile.I am only me when I spend quiet daysSurrounded by your love,Your touch, your embrace,Your sweet serenades. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The First Day Of Summer Arrived The first day of summer arrivedWith thunder roaring and forceful rains...But we were side by side, thankful for theBlessing of another day together sharingthe bounty of our togetherness. June 22,20088: 34 a.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Forever Of You The forever of youIs in between all I do...In a passing field of flowers,In the morning sky,You are to me, a softEnchanting lullaby.You are ever in my thoughts;Oh! the clamor that invadesThe empty spacesWhen we are apart. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Harbor The harborHousing boats and dreamsLay quiet in the morning still.4: 20 a.m.And we, lovers,Stroll hand in hand.Three on a benchShare smoke and silence.A lone man with a muted walking caneTaps his way...The city yawns waiting for the sunTo blink the day awake. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Lace Maker The spider weaved its webOver the rhododendronHe didn't rest 'tilHe was done September 4,20003: 19 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Lady In Pink Me thinksPink is her favorite colorIn which, she isSo elegantly dressed.She is the grand dame, inPink sweater,Pink skirt,Pink coat,Pink hose,Pale shoesAnd pink pearls clipped in herPerfectly coifedChampagne colored hairAnd diamonds in her smile. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Last Love Poem I wrote the last love poemyesterday;Wrote it on the breathOf your sigh...Oh, sweet melody sublime,When did I first hearYour echo soft sweeping pass my ear? 3: 00 a.m.2/14/1980 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Mask And Wig Club Her words wear masks,Chameleons on a leaf,Hiding from the world. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Mechanical Me The mechanical meWashed today,Made the bed,Said a cheery good moringOn the first ring of the telephoneIn case it be you,Bid the postman have a good day,Was polite to neighbors and friendsWh chanced to call.The mechanical meRaked leaves,Pruned roses,Dug in the flower beds,All mentally...The mechanical meBodywithA lifeless heartSince you said goodbye! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Platter Was Brass (The Joe Clarke Trio + One) Rainy eveningAnd the blues jump out at me!I've heard that song before -But not drifting through shallow wallsOn Eutaw Street where the sidwalksHave been rolled up at five...Rainy eveningAnd some sly musical note says'Close your umbrella and come on inno need to walk alone'...'No Fish Today' on the window...Is this some kind of freaked out restaurant?The window unveils no taleThe music wails onAnd with a coward's gait I go inAnd there ain't nothing cooking but four dudes man!Cooking nothing but some jazz!And they don't even know its raining...Ain't nobody wet but me!The high notes of the trumpet dry me offAnd I ain't alone no more!That funky sounding jazz steals my blues away!'No Fish today'!Ain't serving nothing but soul food -Music Al A Carte!Midnite and the sun is out! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Return Of Florescent Dreams The world is strugglingBut will know mercyAnd florescent dreamsWill return through the stream of love Sept.30,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Seeds Of Love The seeds of loveLay evermore withinSoft laughing eyes Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Silence Of Night Fall In the long silenceOf night fallI urge my heartNot to cry,As I push aside the hauntingYesterdays sharedBy you and I....Hush!I cautioned the wind,Do not whisper his nameAnd then I pray to be strong,To live to laugh again. 1: 19 a.m.Dec.16,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Song Never Ends The song never endsWhen true loveIs shared and weTouchMoon Stars Heaven Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Stormy Sea Singing softly, someone stretched Love's laughing Unrestrained, undulating Rhythm...ReturningDisappearing doeskin dreams To theStormy sea. rewrite from Aug.19,2007#19 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Sweetest Flavored Pleasure The Sweetest flavored Pleasure, Love! September 25,200810: 47 a.m. (written) Poetry In Motion #104 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Things That Dreams Are Made Of Closed eyes,Quiet thoughts,Brought forthBy a heart's yearning;The longing forCarefree days andLong nightsFilled with love andLaughter.Sometimes a tearNo travestyShould this be. Dreams woven ofFantacies,WhereFluffy pillows allow youTo steal awayTo lands of pink and azure blue skies,Where lies don't exist andLove is warm and real; whereFeelings race with theTide of gentle water falls,That never splash butTrickle... Where buttercups and butterflies prance,andKnights of any color do rush in,With swords ablaze,With time to swoop you andThe glass slipper up,Lost by Cinderella;One size fitting all. Where rabbits substitute for mice,Where the couch really is a pumpkin,Of 14K solid gold,Never changing.


Throw back your head and close your eyesAnd journey to where you want to be...But remember, you must return to theWorld that is real; For dreams are not one way ticketsTo paradise,You can only stay there for a while.Fluffy clouds and peekaboo starsAre a part of the scenario... Take my advice, don't think about it twice...The feeling is nice. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Tornado Of Desire She was caught in a tornadoOf hot insane desire...Hooked,Love laughed And ran! #30 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Trap Men clutching bars,Locked away in darkness,Silhouetted shadows.Clang!Clang!The doors.Their minds automatic calendars.We have mixed emotions...Our minds are crowded with emotions.I look back no more to those grey walls,But its sounds echo - echo LOUD!My heart has ears,My eyes shed tears. (Written after holding Poetry Workshop at Maryland House of Correction) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Trees I See Trees silhouetted blackAgains a silver grey sky.Trees, barren of their spring time dress,Their summer smile.Trees hoveringBig AndSilentIn the evening chillLike death! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Unattended Garden Nought but weedsClutter the gardenOf her life,Her days are filledWith woe,With strife.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Visitor Watch out!Love's here!Dressed to kill in her suitOf a million promises, andHer face mask of opulent wonder,Can she be trusted this time? Well, remember how it felt when youFirst strummed her guitar?Yes, I remember that it hurt a little,But the music was sweet.Hey! If you want sweet, buy some chocolate...We are talking about love here! Don't let her paint you into a corner.Oops, too late.Got cha!What can I do?Well, just kiss your heart goodbye! Take this pad to keep notes.Keep notes, what for?For the million promises andThe dreams shot to hell,And to list the miseries she'll inflictWith kisses that will betray. Oh, and to count the times she willTry to pull away.And be sure to list the times you'll suspectLove doesn't care at all. Why are you so cynical about love?She stole from me!What did she steal?My heart and rhyme! Dorothy Alves Holmes


A Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Voice Inside My Head The voice inside my headKnows nothing of silence,Even as I struggle to suppressAll of my warped anxieties.The thoughts make clangingSounds as they march aroundIn my head, disturbingWhat should have been my peace.I thought, in truth, that reallyIt didn't matter if we were notTogether...yet, here I am,With a million scenariosInvading my space because youAre strutting about, somewhere,Flaunting your independenceWithout me and the silentTelephone is too loud,And this night is too long!The voice inside my head screamsAt a fever's pitch!Stop! April 10,200712: 30 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


The Wind The wind is likeAn invisible ball,Bouncing off the earth,Touching treesAnd windmills.It nudges the grass and bumps theFlowers...Whispering your nameAs it zooms by. 5/11/789: 00 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


There Are Never Too Many Love Poems...Until Now... LoveIn its' intermittenceClouds our mindsAnd proves us for the fools we are...But then, fools do rush inSmiling!Smiling!Damned fools! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


There Are Those Times (When Words Are Not Enough) There are those timesWhen words are not enough,They hang like clothes on a line,With the wind whipping throughThem, making them dance toA rhythm that is fleeting.Sometimes they touch thenBlow in the wind again.Words are like that sometimes,Blowing away in the wind,Falling on deaf ears...If this were not so, by now,You would know that I love you. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


There Was Such A Day Quiet waters, clad in diamond sunlight,Stretching as far as the eye could see.Waves frolic, tip toeing to the edgeOf golden sand, then spill to caress my toesPlaying hide and seek with shells and sea gulls.Come share! It beckeoned softly,Come share my warmth and laughter.A sycamore betwixt spruce and pine whispered,'Go! 'Trail blazers, walking hand in hand,Bade me, 'Come! 'Some ran...But I stayed to writeSo you would know,There was such a day. Feb.5,19833: p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


There You Are Again There you are again,In the middle of my dream,Fess up...You are doing it just to makeMe smile again. Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


These Hands These hands hold small bowlsOf Muted laughterRising with soft edgesAgainst the sky Poetry In Motion August 12,2008 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Thinking I Was Happy I danced,Made happy chatterAndLike a bird on wingNestling her youngI sang a lighthearted melody,Thinking I was happy.Now I am as silent as the dark of nightMy feet are molded in clayI close my windows to the chirpingOf foolish birdsCold realityStole my heart's song! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


This Glad Day My love and IExchange kissesSeated on a bank,Under the shade of a nameless treeFor us.Quiet surrounds usAndWeWatchFishermen - two,Casting,AndAdmireAn artist mix paint...Brushing her eye's beautyOn canvas...Distant chatter...Cyclers trudge uphill...Boaters paddle nonchalant...My love and IUnder a nameless treeFor us.'A water fall! ' I exclaim.How excited I am, and we without camera or canvas...So I pen my eye's beautyAnd share with you this glad day! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


This Is Our Good-Bye You just caressed my neckAgainAnd suddenly my toes areOn fire,And my lipsAnd my heart...Stop!Remember,This is our good-bye! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


This New Day What do I wishFor you today?Your special, special day...Wealth?Only if it brings you happiness...But you must remember not to equateOne with the other...Rather...I wish youGood healthStrength of character...Joy!On awakening each new morn...Faith!To keep on going...Searching to find your place...andEven as you flounder in the searchOf your true selfLet this day be like no otherAs of course it cannot be...Unlike yesterday or tommorrow...Today...The Day of your Confirmation...I wish youLove! Dedicated to the Confirmation Class ofSt Francis Xavier, Baltimore, Maryland (has been used for many other occasions) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Thorn Among My Treasures Yesterday I thought IMust flee this earthTo escape the memory of youAnd yet today as I am living still,You are the vaguestOf my memoriesA common thing among my early pleasuresA thorn among my treasures. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Those Early Morning Blues... Early morning bluesGot me down!Where are the sounds of your footsteps?Where?Where?Why is your voice lost in the silenceOf the walls?Early morning blues ain't fit companyFor nobody! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Thought I Had It Made (Assumption) Thought I had it madeLove spilled out from all of me.Thought I had it made,Then I remembered,You were not free! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Through A Hollow Tunnel Of Dreams -Living A Lie Moving through a hollow tunnelOf dreamsHope prodding us onSwiftly so swiftly we gatherLove's warm illusion around us...We push with all our mightThis door to no whereMarkedOurs! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Thumb Nail Moon Thumb nail moonIn orange glowWatched me goAway from you A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Time Time,The healer of broken heartsThe mender of broken dreams...That belong to someone else. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Time Out For Tears There are those,Who are never homeWhen it rains...They hide out in it,Crying un-noticed....Ah! Another sad song! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Time's Sheltering Arms Time's sheltering armsNestled my soulWithin a room wrapped inThe lingering whispers ofOur love... Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


To Our Mothers We are because you were. We are strong because you saidWe could be. We are wise because you instilledIn us the knowledge of our ownSelf Worth... We know love becauseYou loved us first, afterOur Creator. Together we say your namesIn salute to you, our best friends,Our mentors, our mothers.Loving you always, as onlyDaughters can. WE LOVE YOU! April 19,2007 (written by request for Elaine Davis in celebration of her 65th birthday and intribute to her mother, Gertrude and the mothers of Elaine's 10 girlfriends andtheir mothers...the daughters having been friends since early childhood. Thesalute was held at an Afternoon Tea Party in Baltimore, Maryland.) Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


To Ron Once I saw himEvery day.Then, every other, andSuddenllyNever!He walked away,Perhaps off the faceOf the earth...I miss his smile,Our long walks hand in hand.I wonder about our secret place...No one else calls meBaby! 11: 50 a.m.Sunday April 4th, ? ? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Too Soon Cried The Sun A half moon stealing throughFrom behind the edge of a cloud...'Too soon'!'Too soon'!Cried the sun,'My day is not done! ' A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Traitor I brushed my hairA thousand timesAnd changed my eye lidsFrom green to blueAnd made up versesI'd say to youAbout how carefree my dayHad beenI watched the doorThought you'd rush inNight fellAnd I was still aloneSo I took down my hairAnd combed and combedOne thousand timesAnd made up silly little rhymesTo pass the time away.My heart is sad,But my mind wants to play. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Trapped...By Delicious Kisses Trapped in a hazy fogBy your delicious kissesI stared Silky Concentrated desire In her Eyes August 11,2008 (#89 Poetry In Motion) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Travelling 40 West The Autumn huesOf red and goldBlend softlyWith God's blue sky...Green carpeted hills appearand fadeWith the curve of grey-topped highwaysHeadingHomeForSomeone...Speed limit 65! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Trellis Of Love Your love so gentlly coiledAround meMy heart its' trellis A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Tuning In Weaa Fm I tuned in WEAA,Static blocked outThe true soundsOf Gladys Knight and the PipsSinging 'On and On'My date two hours lateMy acne goes into a frenzyAnd I've had too much wineFor the prescribed medicationStat on WEAAAndMy pimpled face screamingMy date two hours lateSoI trade my wine for sleepBut it don't come...So I stay tuned to WEAAStatic fading as I adjust the knowBut not the throb in my heartAnd my date is two hours late! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Turn The Page Turn the page!Turn the page!My heart's in a rage!This love story is coming toAn unhappy ending! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Two In Love (But Afraid) Two in loveButAfraidHaving learnedFirst handOf its painPromising never againTo take a chanceCause there's no such thingAs a fine romanceAny way! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Unity Unity does not always prevailExcept perhapsInSonAndDance!Tonight unity reignedAsKing!TomorrowI hopeThe melodyLongers! (Written after attending Ethnic Night entertainment sponsored byMaryland State Teachers Association Convention.) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Up Against The Wall Well, my fine young friend,I see you are up againstThe wall.Are you afraid?'Well, no, not exactly.'Well then get on with it!'But two hearts will be broken! 'Well, my young friend, may I remind you,You are up against the wall,One of you will simply have to get over those feelings.'May I climb the wall, sir?'May I please climb the wall?No, there is no escape there!'But if I surrender sir, if I give in,The consequences could be devastating! 'It's called life my fine young frien,It's called life!'Well, sir,Perhaps I'll just walk away.'Don't you mean run away my friend?'Well, Sir, remember, I amUp against the wall! ''Love abandoned me here and I am aloneAnd lost, here where you found me sir,Up against this wall of despair! 'That's life my young friend, that's life,Deal with it! . A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Wait For The Sun Wait for the sun...Beyond life's clouds and rainCertainly time will awakenThe peace of love Sept.23,2007 #39 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Warriors Warriors stay confidentYou know the beauty of love...Run free, laugh!Only time breathes heavy,Known to exit...End! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


We Fall In Love Again Fall mimicsDays of summer...We go sailingUp the Rappahannock RiverAnd fall in love again! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


We Hurried Love We hurried loveTruths ignoredThus wisdom lost...The heart is silencedProfondly aloneFeeling lost! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Well...So Much For Chivalry You slammed the door Before I could Remove My heart... O U C H! ! ! DorothyA Poet Who Loves.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What Am I To Do You walked back into my lifeWithout warning, without candor;As brazen as some winter wind.So strong is the force of your nearness,I am imprisoned by the feelings thatWell inside me, like some volcanic force.What am I to do?I am entranced by your smile,Made immobile by your touch.When you kiss me, caress me,I am suddenly uncertain,No longer wise,Compensating for these inadequaciesWith aggressions you must know I do not mean.What am I to do?I want to run to escape the memoryOf the terror that pulled us apartSo long ago...Now you are back, reminding meAgain and again that I was wrong...I love you!I always have,There, it's said...You don't believe me...Now, what am I to do? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What Does It Matter What does it matter?Yellow JacketOrBumblebee... Both sting! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What Happened To Her What happened to the girl she use to beWarmTrustingFancy free...What happened to her smileHer carefree airHer spiritThat lingered everywhere...What happened to her?What happened to her?What happened to her? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What Is More Beautiful God createdFor our delightBeautiful butterfliesIn colors so bright. Winged treasuresI call them as they dance by,What is more beautifulThan a butterfly? A rose you say,A bumble bee,Well no matter,God created all three. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What Was That Crazy Thing You Said What was that crazy thing you said?You know, about loving me...It's not crazy, I do love you.I love you too....!Say, let's get out of here, and Go jogging in the park... No, ride on a Merry Go Round, play on the swings. No, let's do cart wheels down fifth avenue...You mean in New York?No, darling, the fifth avenue we get to.You're crazy!I know, crazy in love...Let's rent roller skates,No, go bowling or,Go to a movie to see something hot,No, call Oprah!Maybe she'll have us on her show then we can tell the worldHow madly, how passionately,How crazy in love we are!Imagine at this age,Yes, imagine! Well,Time to say goodnight, curfew you know.Call you in the morning, crazy.Crazy about you my love.I love you too, my love andThere is nothing crazy about it! 11: 19-11: 26 p.m.Feb.4,2005 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


What You Gonna Do (Now Girl) What you gonna do now girlSince he turned his back on you?What you gonna do now girlSince he said he's through with you?How you gonna find your waySince he took the sunshine from your sky?What you gonna do now girlJust sit around and cry?What you gonna do girl?Come on, answer me!Hey girl!Hey girl!Why you want to die just when he set you free? A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


When Winter Goes Winter's bridal veil of whiteStubbornly persists.Snow blossoms linger,Heads drooping.The sun, in glowing splendorLaughs at winter's folly,Spills her warmth to set asideWinter's chill, its frozen tearsCourse slowly down my window.I press my nose against the mixtureOf cold and sunshine.A changing of the guards.I watch winter go. Dorothy Alves HolmesA Poet Who Loves... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


When You Loved Me When you loved me,There were always rainbowsIn the sky,When you loved me,The world sang a lullaby.There was a concert in my heart,That only I could hear.The music played on forever,When you loved me dear.All things great and small,Knew you loved me too,They sang love songs, some old,Some brand new.The bees and frogs sang bass,The flowers sang the melody,Butterflies sang the high notes,Birds sang harmony with sunbeams,When you loved me...But those days are gone,Only dark clouds are in the sky.The world is silent, there are no lullabies.I re-read your last letter,The words smudged by my tears,You said our love was forever,Your words were sweet and clear,Words spoken so tenderly, my dear,When you loved me. September 10,2008 2: 30 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Who Am I Who am I?Go ask my loveAnd he will tell youI am beauty, by his measure,The possessor of great strength of characterWith wisdom aboundA compassionate, bubbling volcanoErupting with the fire of love...Sugar cane sweet!Sometimes a cry babyHaving been spoiled at someone's knee!Silly putty!125 pounds, by his measure, of dynamite!Pure plesure!Who am I?Go ask my loveAnd he will tell you! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Wings If I were a bird I would flyOff into infinity...And of man have no fearOr needNor yearning...And of GodNo plea for eternity! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Winter's Masterpiece Winter's masterpiecerevealed hours of zenithArtistry...Entranced we found loveIn frost-tinged interludesWatching winter's splendorUnfold October 7,2007 #49 Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Winter's Reminder Snow flakes lace the air,Falling without patternWhiting out a day of gray treesAnd forlorn brown grass.They kiss my face, reminding meOf you and the last snowfall we shared. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Wishes I wish that thereWere two of meOne here with youOne roaming free. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Withdrawal I have pulled the shadesTo the windows of my heartNo light seeps in...It is cold and darkAs you first found itLaughing no moreHoping for naughtPlacid...Locked away...At your request! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Word Games IMeYouTheeUsWeAhhhhh! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Word Pictures Word pictures,Thought passages...Those words you frame,Masterpiece mind-scatteringsIgniting your feelings,Through your mind's obsurd visions Of love Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Would That My Love Were Magic Would that my love were magicI would take away your pain.Would that my love were magic,You would run, lalugh, dance, sing,Walk in the snow again.Love's magic is found onlyIn the hearts of loversAnd writer's pens. For Manuel A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Writer's Block I reached deep within myselfI struggledSearching head and heartFor nought... 3: 59-4: 00 p.m. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You YouThe knot in the shoe stringI can't untie...The piece of lint that stuckTo my dark blue suit...The thread that unraveledWhen I was dressed to a 'T'The last dropp of waterThat made my cup overflow! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You And Me...Flying High... You and meFlying highLike a helium filled balloonTouching the clouds,Throwing kisses to the sunWinking at the moonPlaying tag with the starsSharing love! A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Are A Whisper In The Night You are a whisper in the night,The first glimpse of the morning sunrise,That makes me glad to be alive.You are the breath of air that scattersThe leaves under my footsteps andYou burst forth with laughter which gives meJoy sprinkled days.... 2005 A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Caress My Heart You caress my heartWith the warmth of your silverLaughter and roaring, silky,Comforting love... #1 Poetry In Motion Dorothy Alves Holmes A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Choose Darkness or pure lightChoose which path you will followJoy cometh from one June 2,2007 (Haiku) A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Forgot To Remember You smiled yesterdayWhen all we were to each otherWas new...Now I reach for you and youOnly stare back at me with eyesCold as winter winds...Love!What happened to your laughter?Where did you hide my lover's arms?Conceal his kiss?You smiled yesterday...When all we were to each otherWas new...Now all has changed andI am constant through revolving doorsOf memories.Oh! Jealous heart!We promised never!But you forgot to remember. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Laughed In My Face I love you... You laughed in my face... I know despair - I leave you alone,My desire cauterized! Poetry In Motion A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


You Say Even as you sayYou love meI hear you from some distantTunnel of my mind sayGo away...Feel you push me asideFor one less important,You say...For, I am after allAfter her...You sayTo lose me is to break your heartYou sayTo lose herAll your wordly, tangibleTreasures,And you must not!So I walkAloneWhile in full view of the worldHarboring your love as some sacred peace...And yetThough I am all in encompassed passion,You say -I know I am no one! DorothyA Poet Who Loves.... A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


Your Place Your Space A house is a treasuredPlaceWhether belonging to oneOr shared by manyIf contentmentIs found within the blocked wallsThat make roomsThat make a houseAHome. A Poet Who Loves To Sing ....AlvesHolmes


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