Monday, December 22, 2025

Past Life Regression By Doug Holder


Sorry to tell you

I wasn't a king

A prince

that kind of thing.


I didn't fall from grace

I had none in the first place.


I saw my head


In a hangman's noose 


I dug latrines


In some ancient war


I was the groom of the stool


For many a holy fool.


I was a tosher


Looking for gold --


Redemption---


In a London sewer.



I ate the moldy bread

Off the chest

Of many a dead sinner

Yes....


That was


my dinner...





Doug Holder is on the board of the New England Poetry Club and teaches creative writing at Endicott College. His latest poetry collection is " I ain't gonna wait for Godot, no more" ( Wilderness House Press)


Co-President of the New England Poetry Club
Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene   http://dougholder.blogspot.com

Ibbetson Street Press  http://www.ibbetsonpress.com

Poet to Poet/Writer to Writer  http://www.poettopoetwritertowriter.blogspot.com

Doug Holder CV http://www.dougholderresume.blogspot.com

Doug Holder's Columns in The Somerville Times

https://www.thesomervilletimes.com/?s=%22Doug+Holder%22&x=0&y=0
Doug Holder's collection at the Internet Archive   https://archive.org/details/@dougholder





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