Category Archives: Poems

Love’s Altar

My tongue pays homage
At the rosebud gateway
To your inner temple
And lights the fire
Behind your soul’s window
The mountains roll
And glisten with dew
As the fever’s grip takes control
Waves passionate and strong
Crash and pull and wash you up
And leave you cast ashore
Breathless on the beach
Of a distant paradise

My urgency pushes open
And inside where awaits
The warm goddess of submission
Pulling at my senses
Pushing back at her we dance
The dance of creation
And in the shimmering whirlpool frenzy
That knows only one climax
We move in ever-increasing tempo
To the beat of love’s drummer
Until there is no turning back
Until we rise like flaming birds
And with every nerve electric
Explode rainbow diamond ecstasy

And for that moment become one
Lying together spent
At the foot of the altar of love
Untouched and untouchable
We float and there is nothing else
No sound, no need, no time
Heaven is a place like this
And I can go there any time with you

© Richard Holt 2012

Hard Times

Jobs are scarce around my town
The price of houses going down
The cost of food is on the rise
The two weeks’ rubbish swarmed in flies
You can’t get social welfare here
All council’s service disappear
The crime rate’s hit the roof again
And yet there’s fewer po-lice-men

And every day we find it tough
We never seem to have enough
To keep the bailiff from the door
We do the crime of being poor
Accused of lazy idle lounging
Dirty filthy social scrounging
When all we really want to do
Is work and earn a bob or two

And I am just a little man
A victim of the social plan
Of big fat men in business suits
Who’ve lost touch with the nation’s roots
Who cannot see the poor man’s plight
And think that what they do is right
To make a profit at our expense
So they can live in decadence

And if this pattern remains the same
There’ll be no people left to blame
We’ll all be dead from mass starvation
Or living in moral degradation
We need to rise and stop this now
It can’t go on. I don’t know how
We gave our lives as slaves, we’re meant
To be helped by our government

But all they do is tax and rate
And take away our welfare state
That our parents strove and fought to make
And did it for their children’s sake
So one day there’d be a better place
A brighter, cleaner, fulfilled race
Of happy people, of you and me
Who’d live in peaceful prosperity

© Richard Holt 2012

Reaping What You Sow

You political farmers
What right have you got
Growing medicated meat
Have you all lost the plot

Our livestock is dying
From your interference
There’s no profit in nature
Your shortcuts make no sense

Antibiotic, emulsified
Processed, freeze dried
Genetically modified
It’s all bad, you lied

Penicillin poisoned pigs
Are ending immunity
Re-cycled meat fodder
Kills the cattle community

Chicken egg salmonella
Old guts the hens fed
Pharmaceutical vegetables
Amazing we’re not all dead

Chemical fruit cocktail
We’re the pest you control
Bread bleached bright white
Give me some food whole

Frozen, pre-packed
Sterile, shrink-wrapped
Science fiction in fact
You should be kneecapped

Big agri business
Causes small farmer suicide
Hack up the hedgerows
Fuck up the countryside

Karma has caught up
Nature’s hand rocks the balance
No chemical cure now
This is your last chance

Now human cattle get BSE
Salmonella soldiers for my tea
Foot and mouth for ewe and me
No cheap food that’s GM free

Organic answers are what we need
Not inbred, drug fed, hybrid seed
It all comes back to us in feed
We are the victims of your greed

© Richard Holt 2012

How Would You Like It

How would you like it
If I said to you
You should smoke cigarettes
Till your skin turns blue
And you get lung cancer
And prostate too
And you’re wracked by pain
And your breath smells of pooh
And they take you to hospital
But there’s no hope for you
Would you like it
I don’t think you would
Do you?

How would you like it
If I said you should choose
To spend all your money
Entirely on booze
Till you come to depend
On your “drinky” each day
And you drink till you’re blotto
And they cart you away
And your friends all desert you
‘Cause you’re not who you were
And your kids don’t comprendez
As you slobber and slur
And your wife starts to cry
As you puke up on her
Would you like it
I don’t think so
No sir!

How would you like it
If I said it was cool
To sniff up white powder
And act like a fool
And to blow all your cash
Just to get the next hit
When your family’s in rags
And your house is in bits
And to steal from your mates
Just to keep you in blow
Till you have no friends left
And no place you can go
And you get really thin
And you skulk round the place
And mucus keeps dripping
From the hole in your face
Would you like it
I don’t think so

But then if I told you
That there was a way
To get from point A
To point B in the day
Without doing anything
Stupid or dumb
And without any harm
And no shame for your mum
Then you’d take it, right
This vestige of hope
And you’d quit all your habits
Your pills and your dope
And all start afresh
In the new light of day
Well of course you would, wouldn’t you?
No, I don’t thinks so
No way

© Richard Holt 2012

A Can Of Special Brew

I came to Aberystwyth
Because there’s people to get pissed with
And we get abused and dissed with
A can of special brew

Then we lie around the pavement
And we stare up in amazement
And we talk about what Dave meant
With a can of special brew

And I try to sell big issues
And I use my sleeve not tissues
And my brain gets lots of misuse
From a can of special brew

And we all hang around the bandstand
And watch some clown do handstand
But there’s few of us that can stand
With a can of special brew

Then our dogs fight like hyenas
In the door of the dry cleaners
Till the cops get in between us
And our can of special brew

So if you see me in the high street
And I have a hat at my feet
Spare some change to get me my treat
That’s a can of special brew

© Richard Holt 2012