Grass covered pathways
On my way to coming home
-When fishing was free
Wishing for a second chance
©2020 cj holm
Clouds soar on the wind
randomly obscure the sun
colored kites dot sky
Poets see dreams far away
children tug strings when they fly
in the village square
a tablet of young heroes
all no longer here
scent of jasmine
forgotten love briefly shared
together one night
A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon.
– Napoleon Bonaparte
Painful Memories No Winners That Night!
– Clarence Holm
They fought wildly that night
Fists clenched, eyes shut so tight.
A schoolyard challenge had been posted,
In reply to secretive thoughts – boasted.
Young men driven by urge
Punching each as tempers surge.
Broken noses, bloodied eyes
Till one finally – refuses to rise.
Pride was the token offered for pain
Classmates cheering, the words profane.
Ring men assisting, pushing them forward
Ear split open, pain ignored.
Blood splattered offering late last night
Primal compulsions were at the fight.
Squared ring altar, arm held upright
Victor is crowned, madman’s delight.
I heard a song
A simple melody
That held my thoughts today.
Like a breeze
It tumbled along
In perfect harmony.
When it soared
Through blue skies
The clouds drifted along.
And I dreamed
With no plans in the way
With each verse
Changed my course and will
As I aged
The songs refrain
Grew sweeter with each movement
And my heart
Till time went on it’s way
– Clarence Holm
– Clarence Holm
It hurts when I remember
What’s lodged so deep inside.
The gates that keep the screams at bay
And lock my soul away
I made the choice so long ago
I’d hoped it‘d be forgotten.
A scene of mine – casual words spoken
Bound by acts and left there as a token.
I dream of yesteryear to come
Allowing me redemption
To change the deeds I’ve left undone
One time before I’m gone.
– Clarence Holm
no person becomes
a truly great lover unless —
someone shows them how
Lyft, Airbnb, and Uber have created quite a stir. Some have claimed it’s “The End of Capitalism” or “The Millennial’s American Dream” another says. Social medial can’t seem to get enough of the “new” ways to provide goods and services.
To the proponents of these dreams, I say “Beware, sharing is not all it’s cracked up to be!”
First of all, I must acknowledge that I have a predisposition to suspect the motives of anyone who wants to share. From a very early age I learned to be leery of anyone who asks for you “a little bite” of your hotdog or a “sip” of your chocolate milk. Experience taught me that not only would the little bite from the hot dog not be small, but there was a good chance they would also take the remaining wiener, leaving you with only a smear of ketchup and mustard on an empty, soggy bun. And as for sipping your chocolate milk, if it wasn’t slurped in one big gulp, chances are very good there would be left over hot dog bun floating on the top.
If the “no sharing” lesson didn’t take hold in grade school, college should have finished off the sharing spirit. It only took you one time to learn that if you hold a keg party in your house and put a cup out for people to “chip in” not only will you not get any money, but someone will steal the cup. At the same time the keg is being emptied other “guests” will share everything in your cupboards or refrigerator (cooked or raw).
Of course, everything changed when I graduated from college and entered into the world of grown-ups and business. Times were tough and because I was living on a tight starting salary it made sense to me to share an apartment. It turns out that sharing included roommates skipping out in the middle of the night with my record collection in tow and leaving me to discover that he had a girlfriend four states away that loved to talk on the telephone –funny how he thought it would be a great idea to get a phone line under my name only.
Now I hear of the great idea called Airbnb that suggests sharing my home with completely unknown individuals, who were paired with me by a computer program, over the internet. I mean what could go wrong with that idea? Or better yet, I should drive and pick up a stranger (Lyft anyone) and take them on a ride like a taxi to a destination of their choice. Again, what could go wrong with that? (Hasn’t anyone noticed that taxi cabs have sturdy bullet proof dividers between them and their customers?)
Now many would think that I am over reaching and my fears of “someone is being taken advantage” of are totally unfounded but, I still have misgivings. I guess it is hard to get over going to a local diner with high school buddies and ordering french fries. I learned pretty quick it was a good idea to order that side of fries with a sharp fork to defend them with.
-By Clarence HolmThere was a place on our family farm, not far down the road
Where summers never ended and knighthood was bestowed.
It was only seven steps above, but it was way beyond the fray
A sturdy oak imaginasium, where daylight fell away.
Tacking through a summer squall that rattled heaven’s leaves,
I set a course of visions, such as dreaming youth conceives.
With a wooden saber I charged straight ahead, risking a sure death
Long the battle lasted, or till I was out of breath.
We’d win a pirates treasure, that my crew would store away,
We danced and sang and carried on, all the idle day.
And when it was time to pull up anchor, I heard a seaman say
Let’s set sail for adventure, tomorrows another day.