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MAX HOLLY: Poetry

EVERY NOW AND THEN... -

IF YOUR CLUB, ORGANIZATION OR CHURCH WOULD LIKE MAX TO READ FOR YOU, CONTACT US AT POETRY@MAXHOLLY.COM TO DISCUSS TERMS AND CONDITIONS. I HOPE YOU FIND THE READING OF THESE THOUGHTS ENJOYABLE. LOVE, THE HOLLYSPIRIT TEAM

SHELL GAME 7/4/2010

INDEPENDENTLY SPEAKING,
THIS SHELL GAME OF HIDING
THE KERNEL OF FACT MIDST THESE LIES;
THE HALF-TRUTHS CONCEALING
HANDS OF DOUBLE-DEALING,
MISSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.

CONTINUALLY SHIFTING
THE CENTER OF FOCUS,
THE MULTITUDE DAZED; POLARIZED.
CONFUSED BY THE NOTION
OF CIRCUITOUS MOTION,
WITH THE GIFT OF DISAPPOINTMENT AS A PRIZE.

GERONIMO OF DARFUR 2009

THE STIFLING HEAT AND ANNOYANCE OF FLIES
WERE NO MATCH FOR HER SORROW AND GRIEF.
A COCOON OF ANGUISH ARMORED THIS MOTHER'S SENSES,
WHILE LISTENING TO THE RASPY HEAVING
OF HER SON'S LABORED LAST MOMENTS.

HER THOUGHTS DID NOT ROAM FROM THE PRESENT;
WONDERING NOT THE PURPOSE OF THEIR PAINFUL JOURNEY
OF PERPETUAL UNCERTAINTY AND HOMELESS WANDERING;
THINKING ONLY OF PROVIDING SOME TEMPORARY RELIEF
WITH A SOOTHING LULLABY AND GENTLE HAND.

CRADLED IN THE SOLACE OF COMFORTING ARMS,
GERONIMO OF DARFUR SMILED, GAZING SKYWARD;
SIGHED A FRAGILE COO OF SURRENDER
AND TOOK NOT ONE MORE BREATH.

UNTO BARREN GROUND, INTERRED IN A SHALLOW DITCH,
A PILE OF STONES TO MARK THE SPOT
WHERE HOPE WAS LAID TO REST
ALONG WITH WHAT WAS LEFT OF HER HEART.

THE TRAIL OF TEARS,
FROM GEORGIA TO OKLAHOMA,
ARIZONA TO DARFUR.
ENDING IN A FAMILIAR LODGING OF TRANSIENT WISDOM
WITHOUT REMEMBRANCE OF CAUSE OR CONSEQUENCE,
SADDLED ON A VENGEFUL HORSE OF RESENTMENT.
THE FINAL DESTINATION OF ENLIGHTENMENT AND UNDERSTANDING...
SOMEWHERE AHEAD.

WHAT THE FUTURE NOW BRINGS 4/22/2008

Smiling,the future strolled calmly into view;
Expected, yet unannounced.
While marionettes continued to dance,
bobbing on tethers controlled by hidden masters
grasping jealously onto the past...
becoming nothing more than a fistful of sand,
slipping away between tightening fingers
until there was nothing more to possess.
Others, hearing His approach, loosed the chains which bound them to gravity's burden...walking free.
Mythical fables replaced by the realization of dreams spoken in prophecy;
Becoming spirits of a realm without borders by the destiny of choice.
Smiling, the future strolled calmly into view;
Expected...yet unannounced;
With promises in His pocket to keep.

THE KEY 7/7/2007

CLEANING OUT THE DESK TODAY
I FOUND INSIDE A DRAWER,
BENEATH A STACK OF HOLIDAY CARDS,
PHOTOGRAPHS OF YORE;
A GIFT WRAPPED UP IN A NOTE
WRIT IN FAMILIAR HAND,
WITH WORDS PRINTED ON THE TOP,
"WHAT I WAS...I AM.
WHEN YOU READ THESE THOUGHTS LEFT BEHIND,
LET YOUR DAYS NE'ER BE BITTER-FILLED;
FOR CERTAIN AS THERE IS HEAVEN ABOVE,
I WILL BE WITH YOU STILL.
FOREVER AND FOR ALWAYS,
FREELY GIVEN FROM THE START:
A TOKEN OF MY TRUST IN YOU...
THE KEY TO MY HEART."

 

PALADIN 6/8/2007

AWAKE!
With the nightengale's serenade of enticement
coaxing the coy morning light closer and closer,
a song of resolvent equation,
illuminating mysteries once hidden by darkness,
resonating incandescent remembered images
which the night cannot retrieve,
breathes life into the genesis of this day.
A shifting realignment of boundaries,
awakening the ability to bridge the chasm
between imagination and the accomplished,
concept and the realized...
heaven and earth.
Fulfillment of a legendary destiny
written by your living and loving hand;
With visions that will not sleep,
free from all nightmares and hesitation,
rise up from your slumber to walk proudly
in the waking dream of the expanding dawn.

HOLLY HOUSE 6/15/2009 - -poem recited by Holly Stankiewitz from the play "HOLLY HOUSE" written by Max Holly

The comical and the tragic live side by side,
I don't know whether to laugh or cry;
All I hope for in prayers I send,
Is the choices we make turn out well in the end.

HOLLY HOUSE 6/15/2009 - -poem recited by Officer McLaren from the play "HOLLY HOUSE" written by Max Holly

During times of trouble, our ears hear much advice;
How to solve a problem which causes sleepless nights.
Sometimes it takes a steady hand to strike a mighty blow,
To clear away the turmoil, let wisdom's presence show.