THE TRUMP CULT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The
Trump Cult
Requires You Surrender
Commonsense And Become A
Fool

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Stable, Truthful Hope

Although what shines need not be wrong
beware dark lies that shadow truth,
distract the old, confuse the youth
with specious lyrics from a song.

I wonder.  Must I sing along?
Some tunes that once enchanted me
now don’t make sense.  Be just and free,
merciful, alive and stable,
driving out false dreams and fable,
preferring joy to pleasantry.

With inspiration II

We poets we are never short
of things to write about
for life is always talking
by a whisper or a shout

It always has a thing to say
if one has ears to listen
and capture something magical
to brighten and to glisten

A WHINER AND A FOOL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He’s
A Whiner,
He’s A Fool,
Fighting To Overturn Valid
Elections

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With inspiration I

Poems daily, inspiration
there is always something there
the trick is spotting where it is
being constantly aware

And some days I will miss it
even though it’s in plain sight
the gift there to all poets
as they daily come to write

Constant

orange nails, tiger’s last dream
red smoke, blues, wafered puns
age in its one piece monologue

A Spin The Dreidel Limerick 1.1

This is one of my favorite limericks and I am happy to recycle it today. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Holidays to all.

Beginning IV

4 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months IV’ series

A ‘beginning’ verse to end the year
with the coming of December
The twelfth month dawns and starts today
in this year we’ll all remember
And though one filled with tragedy
Twenty-twenty ends with hope
for with December comes a vaccine
to help the world to cope

INTIMATE INTENTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I  Arrived At The
Midnight Oasis
Around Eleven P.M.

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

THE HERE AND NOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Dreams Of The Future
Bring The Sweetness
Of Possibilities
And Hope

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

WHAT THE BRAIN-WASHED DO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Believing
Alternative Facts
And Conspiracy Theories
Shows Someone’s Uninformed And
Ignorant

Denying
The Science
And The Facts
Is What The Brain-Washed
Do

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Big Sky IV

The pink up in the evening blue
divided by the grey
in a big sky above the field
on this November day

It fills me with a sense of awe
magnificence right there
the heavens just above my head
with which none can compare

Revealing Treasure

The longshore drift moves shingle
as the beaches change their shape
revealing all the treasures
that changing times will make
and particularly pleasing
for an inspiration here
is the old Victorian breakwater
to bring me joy and cheer

Free

Oh, I saw my love go on alone 
on a sky-blue morning. 

life in a deserted land: 

A tent, fluttering in the
cooling breeze of evening. 
I crawl in and fall asleep with 

growing patience. 

As It Was

As it was in the beginning,
so still it is.

The hourglass turned then,
the sand measures time, again.

This is no tragedy, merely
the nature of things.

I perceive I am dying—
as does everything—but since birth.

The Mayfly, the tortoise;
the orchid, mosquito. We

don’t leave much behind.
Remorseless winds grind even

Pharoh’s magnificent stones to dust.
(Like them, I can’t imagine a world without me.)

It’s hard to see past that.
But we ride the last grain of sand through

the passage, just wide enough, and this spirit
escapes time and space, again.

For now, I only wonder to what I’m ancestral
This time. Was I any good?

In Sussex

Rainshadow on November sea
braced against the weather we
into strong sou’ westerly
In Sussex where we live

A Biggest Loser Limerick

Trump claims Biden must prove votes weren’t ‘illegally obtained’ in order to enter White House | Fox News

INSPIRE ME WITH YOUR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Love To Read Poetry
And Watch The Way
Talented Writers
Use Their Words

HAIKU: LATE NIGHT TURKEY SANDWICHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Swans (haiku)

Swans on Widewater
nestled behind the beach
here on Sussex coast

Holiday (per)verse

Rude renderings of classic carols.

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A PRICELESS GIFT

A PRICELESS GIFT
By Charles Robert Lindholm

The applause of the world
dies away
and is forgotten

LET ME THANK YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I want to take
the celebration of
Thanksgiving Day
here in America
to thank those
all across the
whole wide world
for taking your time
to read my words,

GRATEFUL

Wishing this year was like past years and not
restricted because of Coronavirus!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Of All The Days In The Year
The One That Means The Most To Me
Is Thanksgiving Day

An Instant

In every life,
there’s a moment, or two.

The curve of your neck
out of that corduroy man’s shirt,

Burnt orange,
of autumn; passing of the old.

How unaware you were
that our child-like lives had just changed.

That’s not quite the right word.
They rearranged themselves

Into a new pattern, the right one.
Like random iron filings on paper

Which, when a magnet comes near,
Spring instantly into order,

Obedient to the
Truth of an invisible force.

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