“Tea’s Spiritual Revive”

The brand’s of tea – these are for tasting.

In seeking what whilst calm or revive.

Paper Boats (Haiku)

Just

Just

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Just a little nibble dear

On my lips so red

Drink in their elixir

Let it go straight to your head.

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Fade away
Disappear,

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I miss you,
I want your fingers,

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Cuttlefish, cuttlefish in the air
Chasing the sun

warm colors

the sun steps, feet
pressing into
green foliage, washing
her limbs in the blue and
ivory seas – the earth

Poem of the Day – Bleak Scratched Picture

Bleak Scratched Picture

 

Hanging barnacles,

Scraped from ships; for funeral windows

Covered in sheets to cover the able

That lavender time again II

It’s really quite strange
but this time last year
I picked all my lavender
and posted right here
On this very same day
In the mid-July sun
when the first set of flowers
were ready and done

Overthrow

Winch upon waking; the night is not gone.
Harangue at your terrors that sweep along the walls.
Make a shotgun of your pillow, throw lightning at the mirror.
What would the darkness have of you? Mass marketer of
fears, has aligned itself with your cheek, weaving your spittle
into the phantom.

Why Must You Be So Wonderful?

Why must you be so wonderful to me?
Those lips of yours that taste of sweet red wine
Call out to me and beckon, “Come and dine.”
And I, so helpless to ignore their plea.

Day 30 – Jogs , this Joyous World

​steps, they whistle

in the morning’s birth

steps, they chisel

the Sun from my Earth

HAIKU: WHO IS THE CAPTAIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Who is the Captain

Gift of Indecision

It’s a blessing, this indecision

No more hesitating to count what’s mine

although a tear may blur my vision

This choice, a final baseline

Burrow

If I had a burrow

I would crawl into it

Make a bed of soft moss

When the sun comes up

Against a rinsed blue sky

the sun comes up entirely gold

no pink or purple streaks of dye

a new dawn painted on a canvas bold.

Vows

Vows

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Promise

Your love to me

You Give Me Mornings

you give my soul a break
from its internal fights
and you give me mornings
in between my nights

you draw me to your sun
after years of living in cold
and you whisper love to my ears
words I’ve never been told

Alchemy

Skimilvee this, and jorating us that
around the sculpting parapet.

The Guava Tree

Behind our house used to be a guava tree,

Where my brother and I often sat for free.

Leaning against its cool creamish trunk,

Many happy returns II

Many happy returns
lives up to its name
With ever more roses
again and again

Villanelle of Christ

Great Redeemer is His name
Walked on earth so long ago
Age to age He’s still the same

Known Place’s

I can find a

place, that isn’t here

but is somewhere.

Poem for the Moment…in Time (form poetry)

There’s always

a little right with wrong. There’s always

a little sadness with song. Joy and pain pattern

HAIKU: OFF BEATEN PATHWAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I cannot wander

too far off beaten pathways

Betrayal

Below the city’s cobblestones,

it shifted, restless and hungry

Its assault knew no bounds

Visible

Silent now, this moment’s pause, bathed in ochre’s tinge of red,
revealing histories’ flaxen stitch, stretched through pin pricks long since bled.
Day lies still around me, ‘cross rustic echoes this past enfolds,
suspends my eye along the line where every memory’s story is told.

Attraction

Attraction

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Pulled apart forever

By a single foolish act

And now she must endeavor

To accept the brutal fact