Come Summer

This time last year
we were spoilt that’s for sure
As the sunshine it came
and the temperatures soared
But this year it seems
we’ve returned to the fray
For June in full swing
sees rain every day

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Broken Promises ( Micro poetry)

Circles III

And so to circles
as another year passes
Milestones reached
and parties thrown
and friends reunited
over a beer
as the circle
keeps on turning

Scattered Light – a collection

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Circles II

And so to circles
Like life they follow
Ever turning
Always there
Never ending
Cyclical, they repeat
But, as a shadow
With a wry smile

Circles I

And so to circles
Spreading like raindrops
in summer puddles
they give to reflection
for a moment or two
And then they are gone
Like whimsy
on a sunshine day

HE DUPED YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He
Duped You

60/40 III (the day after)

To the beach hut for breakfast
after music and laughter
watching the sea with some toast
Here with good friends
in the place that we love
down on the fine Sussex coast

We’ve done 60/40
(well, the birthdays at least)
The anniversary is still to come
It’s been a real blast
and long may it last
as we carry on having fun

60/40 II (The day)

The day has arrived
the one after Solstice
so the light will be with us til late
And here in midsummer
down on the beach
the atmosphere will be great

We’ve friends who are coming
from miles away
we have not seen for some time
So you can be sure
that we’ll celebrate
and that everything will be fine

Yo(me)u – M(you)e

Picture Courtesy: Internet

It is in your presence that I breathe
It is in your lap that I grow.

60/40 I (The day before)

The venue is booked
and the playlist is ready
the invites sent months ago
And now, come the summer
it’s almost the time
for us to get on with the show

60/40 is here
celebratory time
with friends who are dear to our hearts
And come the morrow
we’ll get party togs on
for the evening eight o’clock start

Winds of Whimsy

Whimsical,
these billowing winds
that caress
wayward skies
I am refreshed and renewed
Soul shimmers and shines




Bumble bees and lavender

The bumble bees
love my lavender
They’re on it all the time
Drinking up the pollen
when the weather is sublime

And I’m jolly pleased
I planted them
last summer on a whim
As a bumper harvest later on
to me they now will bring

Last Lonely Night

The broken children sought ancient wisdom
on that last lonely night

In the wild, fires burned and burned
as smoldering sage laid claim to feral visions

The beach is a birthday

At the beach hut on my birthday
(I was sixty yesterday)
And whilst not exactly sunny
It was perfect anyway
The sea was like a diamond
Flat calm, a lovely sight
Mirror-like, reflecting
the sky above so bright

Seeds of Everything

where swans flap not their wings
where waters keep no shadows
where eyes see nothing

60 (aka ‘Born to the sun again’)

I’ve seen sixty summers
and have loved every one
For back in the fifties
I was born to the sun

A child of a Thursday
I had far to go
And I’m still on the journey
and still in the flow

I’ve memories a plenty
and a lot more to come
for this child of the summer
who was born to the sun

Circle Tree

After the rain the
circle tree curled
its branches deep in the wood
Caught out attention as we passed
as to kindred spirits it should

Time and the starlet

Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas

Bouncing

Wolfgang was bouncing
and after his ball
We caught him on camera
which was a good call
Sometimes he caught it
sometimes he missed
But we always praised him
and gave him a kiss
Cos doggos need praising
and knowing you’re happy
Quite easy to do with
so bouncy a chappie

On Second Thought

A moment to be wistful
to linger in the in-between, caught
by spectacular vistas and rising tides

Certainty?

I am I think
and almost sure
that this what
my life is for
I think I’ve solved
the mystery
But then again
could just be me

Farewell but not goodbye

Today we say farewell to you
but definitely not goodbye
For some day we will meet again
when comes the day we die

So here’s to you our Mother dear
we’ll miss you, that’s the truth
But you are in a better place
A smiling John and Ruth

Reason?

I wonder if maybe
But then again why?
Is there a reason
for me to comply?
Perhaps I should simply
continue and then
just be myself
and always depend?
For that’s often wiser
and safer somehow
Simply be me
for the here and the now

JIMMY CARTER TELLS AMERICA THE TRUTH!!

Spaced?

Tiring, this feeling
of being spaced out
It’s as if I am here
and yet there is doubt
Perhaps I am somewhere
else altogether
But I’m not sure that’s true
or even if whether
it’s right that I should be
elsewhere but right here
All that I know is
it’s not all that clear

The red and the gold

The sunset is over
the fading has passed
the evening slip-slides away
We’ve said our goodbyes
and shared in the peace
that we saw at the end of your day

The red and the gold
have flooded the sky
The evening of life is now done
We’ve each kissed your head
and held your sweet hand
as the end of your life has now come

Tawny Wood

The peace and
contentment of Tawny Wood
In our Scandinavian chalet
has been really lovely
We’ve all had a blast
Down in Sandy Balls Valley

We’ve walked with alpacas
stood in the rain
Watched as the sun came out bright
Wandered the woods
Looked up at the trees
with evident nature in sight