Sea Lane Surfers

By afternoon the wind was up
And the tide was really high
So we drove down to Goring
To watch the surfers fly
Sitting in the cafe there
With a coffee on the side
We had a perfect view
Of the rough and surging tide

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HAIKU: IN SEARCH OF HAIKU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

With pen and paper

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TRANSPOSER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

filled with intensity
passion and emotion
a symphony of love
virtuoso of pleasure 

Lost Keys

I walk the line between good and evil

embracing this adrenaline high as I teeter

between one side and then the other

No Truer Friend

To condescend
Is not unkind,

From time, to time

All the more
they say,
I switch back
in time ..

To times,
I have been on a high
with all the love
poured with joy..

~ As Dawn Broke

~  As Dawn Broke

Clouds merged

Fog lay dense, heavy

Ghostly images of tree lines

Scattered amongst the gray;

Parham Deer

Parham House was closed today
and the deer they knew it well
For they were out and evident
and contented, you could tell
Grazing ‘neath the leafy oaks
in groups and sometimes more
It was quite magical to see
and well worth coming for

Same in Pain

Yellow petals welcome in light.

Yellow petals be my thoughts tonight.

Petals of discouragement, petals of pain.

COWARDLY CONFESSIONS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Do not sin and betray the trust of your lover,
but if you have or if you do,
you must keep silent
and bear the burden
alone – forever

HAIKU: LIVING ON A BEAUTIFUL ISLAND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The risk of living

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The Marker

How did the stain of past life find its place upon this silent grave?
What aged the emerald crescent’s arc, kindly blotched the written stave?

What of its words and heartfelt kiss
that left a summer’s rain amiss?

The Colorado Pooper

Out for healthful daytime jog,
Disinclined to hit the bog.
Here’s a spot–I’ll drop a log!

Inspired by this running headline:

http://www.kktv.com/content/news/Mad-Pooper-wanted-by-Springs-Police-444969443.html

Where’s God?

Submitted by Bo Bestvina

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I don’t find God in the pretty things
So I’ll pass on the bright lights
And glistening teeth

I don’t find God
In performances of consumption
Or in unapproachable beauty and youth

Something Happened

Submitted by Michael A. Walker

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Pulled from the earth on the cusp of sunrise
A breath of life gushes to the realm
Sent amidst a civil uprising among civilities
Something Happened, light refuse lights of distinct

King on peace shot to eternal peace visualizes
Lights reunite to learn aright
Something Happened, renown of old still opposes
Assumption of favour blinds the brightest of lights

Serving honourably on a broader plain coherently
Marching to a rhythm of one beat Happened
Seven finalizes the journey, civil starts anew
Crow lightly seasoned still the flavour of some..

Two scores and six and still under this dark cloud
Some thinks a curse of storms to avoid acquaintance
Methinks a cloud of witnesses urging onward
Those afore sojourning similitude before crossing over…
.
Michael Walker

Some People

Some people
come into our lives
and we hardly know
they are there.

God So Loved

The guilt of all
was paid in full

Caryopteris

With delicate blue flowers
Caryopteris in the sun
Brings a certain cheerfulness
Enjoyed by everyone

HAIKU: RETIRE WITH ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let me be the last

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PAYMENT DUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We believe that Love is wonderful and fair
but too soon we learn the truth
whether the outcome is a blessing or a curse

Poem of the Day – Trapped in Tins

Trapped in Tins

 

Skin flints the lot of them

Too tight for their trousers

Hows’ they got the nerve; or even deserve

A listening post

The most gifted whistle blower: who’d know her flashing teeth

Se agapo (Σε αγαπώ)

Se agapó, my dear one—I love you, my friend.
From alpha to omega, beginning to end.

Ridgeway

Tombs, forts and settlements
String the Ridgeway
As beads on a necklace
Testifying to ancient use

Sunshine back

The week had rained consistently
But when Saturday morning came
Drying all the puddles up
The sunshine came again

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