Holly Kirby - Combines Joni and Enya with a twist ;-)


A selection of Holly's poetry, art, photos, and thoughts, mostly from two or three years ago. Click on each title to listen...you may get a surprise.. :-)
To You It’s easy to think To put the thoughts Behind a sense That’s accepted That’s morally righteous Clean To let your mind wander To realms Beyond the barrier Society fixes so tightly Would surely be a crime? More like, to cease it, A crime Against your imagination Your only sense Of privacy Originality Flare Dare To think Of your ideal Rare Nurture it It belongs To you The whisper in the wind The whisper in the wind The flicker of the flame The dynamite of freedom The fastest in the game The hunter of the hunting The seeker of the sought The pilot of the elements The catcher of the caught To My Dear Sir (in reply to the poem “To His Coy Mistress”) My coyness is not classed as crime, I only wish we owned more time. I do not wish to rush as you, But only beseech to think matters through. The time we have spent on those long summer days Gazing and admiring nature and its ways, Thy gentleman manners and tidy legal tender Is no ample reason for me to surrender. These words of yours do try to persuade But my mind, dear sir, is not easily made. As mild and weak you may think I am, My mind is my own and not made by a man. You say that virginity is not for the grave, I confess you are just, but I do wish to save My well preserved innocence for one that is true, Not the first man that claims it as you. Thou may have noticed the tone of my words, I refuse your bribing and not for the worst. You wrongly assume you are God's gift to existence, Do please let me be and restrain thy persistence! A Certain Aroma You, my dear, are a bad smell Your pungent tones linger And perplex all sanity Oh, why do you float? Cling on to woven fabrics? Pursuing each bond to search for faults This is a loyal woolly jumper Its scent is tainted with happiness Warmth, comfort and growth And it’s mine We’ve been in each other’s company a while Me and this jumper And now We belong My odour grasps onto the fibres With passion and truth And to me It lends its protection Devotion and love You see, my dear These concrete bonds Aren’t broken by a mere stench Your aimless drifting Harms nothing but yourself You live on others’ happiness Morals, influenced One day there’ll be no more jumpers to Cling to And there you’ll linger each moment In Limbo Dolce Trio Cracking as the bow hits my strings Each player striking a different tone Low and mellow Lifting nuance Over and emotive symphony Harmonious ticking Along the strings Reviving Bach's concerto Pizzicato picturing a perfect cadence Pastorale, quaint ascending chords Impromptu melody, provoked and poignant A modulation to the relative major Negligénte ma non troppo Ottava to conclude, sentimental, momentous. Light Through the Day Each day I long to see The warmth within your eyes One humble moving tone Lights the darkest day When I have to leave I know you’re with me still As your face fills the space You found what I had lost It’s something they can’t understand A place that you can reach All I can tell you is only the truth How you’ve helped me come to life And I hope someday you will walk with me As we watch the light through the day As the darkness settles in All I long to see Just one smile to cure my heart As long as it’s from you I wonder if it’s only me As they can’t see the truth Without your words I’d break apart I need a friend like you It’s something they can’t understand A place that you can reach All I can tell you is only the truth How you’ve helped me come to life And I hope someday you will walk with me As we watch the light through the day I would stretch to reach your height But still not far enough To way up where I let you bide I’ll use my words to climb You’ve taught me how to show The world what I can give And now that the time has come I hope you’ll be there too It’s something they can’t understand A place that you can reach All I can tell you is only the truth How you’ve helped me come to life And I hope someday you will walk with me As we watch the light through the day And I hope someday you will walk with me As we watch the light through the day. The Mere Where the mere sleeps Beneath the shrouding blanket Tainted by the fear of those who dare Yet not too daring to dive Except one. Amidst the pungent fragrance Upwards sighing the bubbles Downwards pressing the horror A fearful composition staring To a glaring surface That would surely discourage Except one. Imprinted among the foul bearing footsteps Of the beasts that roam the bed Silent screams of silhouettes Scold the minds of the glancing heroes Except one. A beast may arise yet has already risen As a startling presence greets the onlooker Clouding dimming of the dense feat before him Before the sun is yet to sleep Night can sweep to break the purities Spread by a cloth of web Drowning through the cool caverns Lost are the mighty minds Except one. A grasp of the throat stirs a confidence Ripping grasps exchanged by a sword Of deadly blows The hero strikes Soaring blades savage the muffed moans By which the beast does yield A victory sent with life to occupy Another grief to lie upon the mere A head, a trophy flaws the hero pure Whilst pride ascends with his uncanny strength To greet the bearers of his compliment Surely the glory leads a straight line to his skull Surely Except one. To Ireland I’ll away When all the silence rose And all the birds they sung The sweetened tunes of tinted rose And fiery harp it rung Throughout the land and cross the mounds Where battered cliffs they hung Sang out the tunes upon the breeze And traced the lucent sun Lead me to the place you love For I will find you there When branches linger high and proud The ripest fruits they bare And yet I find I cannot reach The triumph that you hold Within the silenced rigid arms Set deep from times of old I know one day that I will find A settled state to stay A time as true as life itself When light is brought to day Until this time then I shall wait And live through hidden dreams Yet now is known the place I’ll stay To Ireland I’ll away Long the ways in winter Stretch lonely quilted paths Shine the lights so gently To touch the winding ways Lead me to your silent home By the bells and home again Or find me where I know I’ll stay To Ireland I’ll away Will You Think A life is what you make it The present is the only certainty You may try to fill Your own life with triumphs Satisfactory Your brain, a machine Labouring to satisfy The end product only lasts A moment Do you work for the happiness? Still When the work makes you unhappy? For a day you could For a month A year Perhaps A life slowly fading to monochrome For what? To say “I’ve achieved”? That’s ok. But Life? A life is not a life If it’s not being lived It won’t wait for you Will you think I’ve lived When it might be too late? Grasp it Before it slips through your fingers Steal a moment Take the time Leave the pen The pad It’s full Stare at the sky Wonder why Find the time To tell them how much they mean to you. Sonnet Love is a gift so pure it stands the time A notion stark and strong of best design Held in the hearts of peers throughout the globe We know it well and yet it’s still unknown There was a time we thought our love no more Though now we’re even stronger than before No other potion heals a wound so fast As love’s return with feeling set to last Through thick and thin we’ll still walk hand in hand When things don’t run as smoothly as we planned We’ll learn together sharing our success We’ll conquer time and any other test And now, you see, there’s nothing left to say Except I love you more and more each day Content I don’t care if my world isn’t filled With chaos Cliché catastrophes Comical conundrums I’m happy With where I am Who I see When I can be Someone I’m happy to be Everyone goes through phases I go through as many But they pass Quickly Quietly And then I’m happy I’m content	Music A warmth set deep inside That you can’t control A whispering to your soul Moves you Forget A shiver down your spine Ascends again And stays An overwhelming touch Too sensitive Too understanding To handle Rhythm pulsing Moves Music Makes Me Me Eyes You can look through my eyes if you wonder What you might see You’ll see the floor A fair bit You’ll see people Mostly when they’re looking the other way You’ll see my hands Pressing the keys Letters, here Or maybe Sharps and flats You’ll see my way It’ll hold pieces of yours too Undoubtedly And now If you’re one of the few You’ll see your Eyes Hawk Hover to dive Tremble to glide The hawk seeks out his prey Flicker to flap Swoop to snap Here’s lunch for another day. Deeper Sometimes the words don’t go It’s hard to order sentimental rubbish When I don’t feel like it Or when I do feel like it Too much I can’t say what I feel I know how I feel Like I could explode If I don’t let it escape But I don’t want it to escape I can’t hold on to it forever I shouldn’t dwell I know I do I could go around the point Not to hurt anyone I’m afraid to be wrong To be judged To be seen as if I judge This is me Trying to get to the point I don’t need to think Too much It hurts sometimes I go deeper Trying to find What? What am I looking for? Maybe I’m just discovering I won’t let it get to me I’ll take it with a pinch of salt I hate to disagree That’s a door that’s never been opened Afraid to turn the door knob In fear that reality might be staring back at me This is my brain on a screen It’s not hard once you begin But as you can see by the length It’s hard to find an end I think I’ll quit whilst I’m ahead Though I think that was many lines back What else do I think? I think I ought to Think less. Good plan. Thingamabob Look Over there! Yeeeeeh there! You know the thing That I did ummmmmmm I can’t remember when……. Earlier on this…..time, you know That person that I was telling you that Did that really good…..thing. I don’t think I remember what it was. Actually….Oooh yeh! You know what it was? It was liiiike…really er good I think. No actually I don’t think, when I speak. I don’t think. Well actually I must think…see? I’m soooort of structuring this as a pyramid. Going along ways – like, on it’s side. See? See? See? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I even annoy me! Don’t I annoy you? If I annoy me, why don’t I change? I ask too many questions. See. This pyramid’s losing shape. Bit wonky at this end. The end where I’m Trying to do things Properly. Maybe I should just stay ….. With what’s natural Don’t try to change Then maybe, after All this trying…. I’ll get me…. Right. That wasn’t meant to be that long. – Sorry. It was meant to end where the pyramid stopped, but I sort of…. had a revelation…and I had to tell you. If you understood that? I’m confusing myself now. Shh! Just quit whilst you’re (not) ahead. Impossible Please look at me Tell me that again As if you mean it Does he? OK I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I’ve never seen him look like that before Said anything I thought that you might feel the same I’m sure it’s not just me I know Oh don’t just give in I know What I’d give just to… Yes, I know You know a lot Apparently I’m sorry, I should have known It would be Impossible It is Impossible Please don’t say anymore about it Please just say something else Let me know I’m not going crazy Goodbye Come to your senses Brush the leaves with an open palm Feel the light with a glowing cheek Touching hearts of all she meets That’s how I want to touch. Take each sound with a delicate clasp Collecting tones with a sensitive mind Hear the music, feel it glow inside That’s how I want to hear. Watch the clouds with dreamy eyes Pass the day with the child inside Find your heart and the smile you hide That’s how I want to see. A valued friend with open arms A box with lock and key To keep your secrets hidden in That’s who I want to be. For someone special From the luckiest Auntie in the world Just to say Seeing you makes the day brighter Greeted with a grin stretching from ear to ear I would just have to look The twinkle in your eye joins with mine Twinkling together Thinking together There’s something that we can’t explain Though if we could I know you’d do it a lot better than me I look at you and see my reflection The way we think in motion I see the person in you that I long to be You don’t know this, I’ve never said But I hope you understand Maybe one day I’ll show you this Tell you How proud I am To know you To love you I’ll be there If you need a friendly face to help you through the day, I will be that loving pal to help you on your way. If you need a life-size tissue catching all your tears, Look no further, please don’t cry, remember that I’m here. And if you need a great big hug don’t hesitate to ask, I’d do anything to help you, always… I’ll be there. If you need a girl’s night in to take your mind off things, I will be your bunch of laughs to keep the sadness in. Or if you need to pour your heart out then I won’t tell a soul. Not one. I promise. I’ll be there. Lifting Over In My Own Way See me walk on this cobbled floor If I had my way I would speak no more For each step forward three back prepare To clamp my wanderings and knot my hair If words were thoughts or even sounds I would not wear this coiling shroud At times the silence may suffice But now it’s time to roll the dice To let the raw forgotten self Relive in random passionate yells To show the flame that leaps in dreams Discard this shroud and tear the seams From now I’ll live for each new day Embrace this life in my own way. Settled Along a way where dreams are made Stories built, foundations laid For thought to glide through pleasant sense Common kindness, no past tense The year will turn with wings of pride And seasons sprint before their eyes Upon a lane where music leaps The tones of wisdom gently sleep Leaving home the wind can cry And yet the people merely sigh Their lives are settled, promised here And here they’ll stay for each New Year. Thingy I’ll start this poem one more time! Right, this one has got to rhyme. I’ve started now, so carry on… Uh oh, oops! What rhymes with on? This sound really reeeeally bad. And now I feel completely mad! Would sad have been a better word? Shut up girl, you total nerd. Before There was a time When we didn’t know We couldn’t prove What we’d heard Was only a mystery From books From mind From sound The scrawling writing Slanted and hurried Racing against the thoughts Sprinting through the scientist’s mind Watching the candle flicker His cold breath rising Ascends above the flame One man has waited One man has worked For thoughts lingering To turn to triumph Understanding You don’t need to listen to hear You don’t need to know to understand You don’t need to touch to feel You don’t need to impress to achieve You don’t need to look to see You don’t need to search to find You don’t need to be told to realise
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Revelations and…ramblings…...sigh…now I'm sixteen (going on seventeen)... Anything that is remotely (un)interesting that didn’t fit anywhere else. These are things that I said before, but still count... Last night, trying to get to sleep, I was thinking about why I find it quite hard to say how I feel...and why I find making conversation tricky...and then weirdly and quite randomly, I thought of a jigsaw puzzle. This may sound strange written down, but it made sense in my head. When I was younger I was very shy. But it didn't really hold me back, I don't think I came across as rude, well I hope I didn't!...Being very young, I mean four or five, I didn't need to make much conversation or express an opinion. It didn't mean I didn't have them, I just didn't know the right way to express them so just kept quiet. Nothing's changed really. But anyway, jigsaw. When you are young, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle are big, sometimes really big. Maybe only four pieces to a puzzle and they're easy to fit into place. You can't lose a piece, because they're all so big and each is essential to the finished picture...and the picture you're creating is always so colourful, innocent and easy to understand. As you get older the pieces get smaller and it's easier to lose them. The picture is a lot more intricate and detailed. You put all your time into completing this brand new picture and then you find that you've lost the last piece. Suddenly the whole process becomes a lot more complicated. That's how I see interactions and talking compared to...Jigsaw Puzzles. I don't know how you found that but I think I've confused myself a bit now! Sometimes I wish I was an adult. - Not that I want to wish my life away. Not that at all. It's just that I enjoy the company of adults and I'd rather be their age than mine when I'm with them. I think that it's because... me...being my age at the moment... I feel like I'd be bothering them and I'm never really sure that they enjoy my company as I do theirs. I wouldn't want to be a nuisance. I like talking with people who have the same interests as I do and...people that think lots. Though, a lot of the time I don't end up saying what I think. I should, I know. But it's easier said than done. I plan what I'm going to say, but it never turns out how I want it to and I just end up babbling. I'm probably babbling now but the computer won't tell me to stop. I think that's why I don't talk very much. Talking doesn't come naturally for me. I wish it did. I think about things so much that I want people to hear some of what I think so I don't have to keep hearing it on my own. But then again, why would they want to hear it? I'm worried of boring people. I've often said to people "stop me if I'm boring you." I get halfway through my first sentence and they say "yeh, stop now." I get hurt quite easily. Only when it's said seriously. It's things like that, not the things like "I don't like you" or "boffin." I remember things. I put people that I admire on a kind of pedestal. I've found that's not really a good thing to do. If they say something or do something that knocks them off that pedestal I can't forgive them in a hurry. I was thinking, smells are weird things aren't they? What makes us like or dislike a smell? There are some smells that bring back fond memories, and some not so fond. I like the smell of freshly washed duvet covers :-) and other random things like that. I like small spoons too, not the smell of small spoons, just the spoons in general. Eating with them makes me feel posh. Anyway, I digress. I think that being a teenager is confusing. It feels like you're in the middle of a bridge and you don't know which end you should be at. One end is being a child. Being carefree and innocent. At the other is adulthood. Being a teenager is wondering when you should start walking to the other end of the bridge. Do you stay where you are for as long as you can? Or do you stride towards the opposite side? When I was in year five I remember thinking...wow - the year eights are like adults! They were only thirteen, but that was soooo grown up. Now I'm sixteen going on seventeen and I'm... confused. When do you start feeling like an adult? I guess it's when you gain your independence really. Why am I worrying about this anyway? Well I'm not worrying, just worrying. No, wondering. Oh enough now.