Precipitation haiku

Soft pitter patter
Summer rain falls from the sky
Fragrant petrichor

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THE SHANGRI LA OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is So Fast Paced
Anymore
And Time Seems So
Fleeting

With Us
Rushing Around
In Our Own
Little Whirlwinds

The Roses
Go Unsmelled
Along With The Coffee,
Too

We Are Always
Leashed Up
To Electronics
And The Whole
Wide World
Around Us

While The Important
And The Lovely
Are Left Unattended
And Not Admired

I Want To Stop
Our World
From Spinning
Around Us
In A Vortex

I Need To
Hold You
In My Arms

And Look
Into Your Eyes

For You Are
My Anchor,
You Are My World
And All That
Really Matters
To Me

We Need To
Protect
The Shangri La
Of Us

So We Can
Grow Old
Together
And Still Be
In Love

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Inspired by a comment to my friend – Beth of Midwest Fantasy

The Poet’s Gift

Beauty in a little verse
Never sad and never terse
Words to cheer and bring a lift
All within the Poet’s gift

Liberty’s Lament

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

I stand alone agape in horror, my heart beat racing as voices o’er the sea and land decry in throes, “Liar! Temptress!” sustained echoes that bend their eyes upon my stead, recounting words I’ve loved and said, “Give me your tired, your poor, your tost”, meant in truth but somehow lost.

Quiet Places

Here in the quiet places
where sleep brings respite and peace
I am lost in your arms

Words to Poet

Words to poet
Poet to rhyme
Syntax discovered
Time upon time

Versing

When I find a word I like
I’ll caress it for a while
before committing it to verse
for pleasure and a smile

The Circus

Trepidation tempered only by our anxious gait, as scent of cotton candy pulsed within the Oompa’s drifting plait. Down the leading path we walked, skipped and ran in anxious talk, giggling nervous hopes out loud until we spied the circus’ crowd!

Colorful Autumn

 

photo – mine

 

Colorful Autumn (title)

 

(pg 1 – 2)

Me, two crows and the beach

Just me at the beach hut
the sea and two crows
And what they were up to?
Well I guess no-one knows

Cairns

Rocks stacked upon rocks

Balancing.

Stone sentinals

Marking the way

When the path is unclear

 

The Inuits have a name for them

Inukshuks

Theirs with heads, arms, legs

Human forms

Beckoning landmarks on the stark tundra

When the frozen landscape

Has nothing more to offer

 

Rescue

Doubt lives in corners

between apricots and asters

and chipped china dishes

beneath old blankets

worn with time and

continued use

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Bruised
From the rocky path

Triolet : 2018-09-17

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

life walks in, when words stroll out
a heart to the brim, on edgeless thoughts
minds off coats, wear no face, no pout

Pause

I’m getting enraged

constantly irked by the 

inconsistencies in life

bothered by

the roadblocks

ups and downs

and inequality

small glitches 

and bumps

and those 

occasional stops 

which hinders 

forms a patina

to its  

constant glow

knocks down the 

its ebb and flow

Angel of the sky

16 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Holidays are exciting
in lots of different days
For when you’ve finished cruising
then you take to the airwaves

And our Tui flight this morning
is the ‘Angel of the Sky’
From Dubrovnik in Croatia
to London Gatwick we will fly

Eyebrow of the sun

15 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

The expression of the sun
as it set on our last day
across the sea out to the West
was a marvellous display
The gold across the ocean
on the water spoke to me
as I heard the voice of sunshine
and the echo of the sea

Adieu!

See the sky

shining blue

color of trust

in a game of thrust.

 

Gaze at the sun

shining bright

color of light

in a game of must.

 

Dance

By the door of the living room
away from the adults
a girl dances.

Community

Both a blessing and a curse

these lives we lead…

knowing rules are not meant

to be broken, only bent as

unintended forces apply

just enough heat

to make them

pliable

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Moving away,
Leaving the role

A split down the middle

14 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Split was a tale of two cities
spread across differing times
Roman columns interspersed
reused with modern lines
Ingenuity prevailed as
walls within walls lay
Preserving parts of history
to see another day

Split

13 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

The sunshine in the harbour
as we arrived in Split
looked promising for our last day
to make the most of it

Montenegro yes and Italy
have been lovely at behest
but I have to say Croatia
has for me been quite the best

See The Train? Cling-Clang

 

 

 

See The Train?

Cling-Clang (title)

I Hear a Train!

 

clip-art photo

 

I Hear a Train! (title)

Trieste

12 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

The Teatro Romano
was lovely to find
as we traipsed up the steps
with the sea far behind
Up, up and climbing
to the top of the hill
Castello di San Giusto
awaiting us still

Of Dreams and Nightmares

An oil lamp flickers

in the darkness

there

Farm

My rolling road smooths over the hills
reveals a distant farm house
hazy gray, huddled in trees