A Moscow Mitch, The Most Evil Of All Limerick

Moscow Mitch is the one wielding the real power. He is the most dangerous person in America that does not have the nuclear weapons code.

September Sunshine III

2 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

So I’ve not written ’bout the beach
for quite a while it seems
but today is quite appropriate
with all these new sunbeams
For it seemed the summer left us
when August’s evening came
yet now it’s back and shouting
lest we forget its name

HER SMILE ANSWERED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When
He Whispered
In Her Ear
She Answered With A
Smile

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All Rights Reserved -09-18-2020 – 4:30 a.m.

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Reason to sing

1 of 10 in the Jemverse ‘On the beach’ series

I took a week off
it was a good choice
as there were good things
in which to rejoice

For starters the sunshine
decided to stay
and reboot the summer
in every way

Epiphany

I knew a guy.
Cancer survivor,
but worn down by it
to the lacy bone.
Thin, with a dry look.
Still, a light shone through
his parchment skin
like a flame through a mica shade,
like some kind of organic fire.
The brush with death left a calling card.
“I’ll be back” it said.
“You won’t know when.”

He knew what it meant to nearly end.
It was an epiphany, of sorts.

But there was this glow, as though
he had permission to use
whatever time was left.

As serious as a heart attack,
he was—
Afraid of being forgotten,
Of not being worth remembering–
but determined to try something.

It doesn’t have to be cancer.
Could be a stroke, the kind of thing,
you try to explain, but the lucky civilians
can’t understand:
“I could hear the whine of the bullet, the ugly sound of
something ruthless hunting, meaning to kill.”

You only know this
if you’ve heard the whine.
But it misses, now and then.
You realize you’ve got bonus time,
but fear being forgotten;
you’ve wasted so much time.
but that fire …
You mean to slap untruths
in the time granted.
Make some noise.
Burn some rubber.
Make someone cry,

Make someone happy.
Be honest.
Be true.
Repent wasting
seconds of precious time.
You know not the hour or the day.

It’s an epiphany, of sorts, hearing death whizzz by.
It lights a manic fire.
But you live sweeter, cleaner,
in its holy light.

Six poetics #6 (Dalit)

6 in a series of 6

Six poetics come to an end
with Filipino ‘dalit’ here
This poet hopes you enjoyed
six explorations into verse

A Rosh Hashanah Limerick

To my family, all my Jewish friends and Jews all over the world – L’Shana Tova Happy New Year. Here’s wishing everyone a happy, healthy and sweet new year full of naches. (Yiddish-Naches – Joy: Gratification, especially from children.)

A TWO FACED LANDSCAPE

By Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm

The Shifting Sands
Of The Desert

Have No Empathy
For The Confused
And Unprepared

An Arid Expanse,
A Two Faced
Landscape,
Masking
The Truth,
And The Hidden
Dangers Ahead
With An Alluring Beauty

Misunderstood,
Layered And Complicated
She’s Loved,
Yet Unloved Too,
A Lover To Some
And The Devil
To The Foolish

Unsurmountable
Obstacles Exist
For Those
Who Never Learned
Her Secrets

Arduous
Exhausting
For Body And Soul

A Cage-Less Prison
With No Escape
For The Proud
And Disrespectful,
Burned By The Sun,
Victims Of Thirst,

Who Are Buried
By The Shifting Sands,
And The Wind

Copyright © 2020 Christine Bolton And Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved- 09-16-2020 – 2:00 p.m.

Writing With Christine Was An Honor And Privilege And So Very Magical!!  And I’m Hoping For More Duets Together!

We Hope You Enjoy Our Collaboration??  
Duet Inspired By Christine Bolton’s – Shifting Sands
https://poetryforhealing.com/2020/09/11/shifting-sands/

Touching Glass in a Crowd

The Earth burns and seas
Simmer, choke, seethe,
Smashing warnings
Against the complacent,
Flooding
Sticky-tacky vanities
of rich and poor alike
With implacable indifference,
Erasing intrusions in wilderness
With mountainous, hideous
Flames and heat and smoke.
Hungry cougars flee into a plastic
Melting suburbia ill-suited to
A new reality.

But we still misread the moment.

As usual.

Like Pharaoh,
One plague after another

On Truth

when truth is lacking justice fails

regardless the atempt of various veils

honor, integrity play no part

within the stained, tainted heart

so carefully speak -let truth prevail

uncover the lies -rent the veil…O’Prunty 9/18/2020

A Bill Barr, Your Room Is Ready Limerick

We have a cell reserved for you right next to Donnie’s

Six poetics #5 (Tanaga)

5 in a series of 6

‘Tanaga’ here now in view
which I think is overdue
Filipino verse for you
coupled with a lovely view

Fall

Dark witches of the winter know
Some spells they heard in full-moon fall.
Their Ba’al doesn’t know it all.
His shadows flicker where they go
When morning light lets failings show.
Those who wake in time may see
How ignorance loves mystery,
How feelings masquerade as good,
How petty sins start ticking. Could
They all explode mechanically?

Six poetics #4 (Bussokuseki)

4 in a series of 6

And for Thursday here
with flamboyance there is a
‘bussokuseki’
The last of the Japanese
captured here in essence of
good writing’s ancient passing

A Wishful Thinking Please Let It Be So Nursery Rhyme

Six poetics #3 (Haiku)

3 in a series of 6

As midweek arrives
three of six poetics with
a ‘haiku’ today

A Trump & Truth Limerick 1.1

I wrote the original limerick and post on February 7, 2017. It was in response to a MSNBC blog post – Trump wants to be seen as the sole authority for truth. 

Six poetics #2 (Tanka)

2 in a series of 6

A ‘tanka’ today
as to the beach I return
for September sun
Basking in its warmth and light
for one more day of summer

Only

You are the one,

Holding key to my heart,

To break it into pieces,

Only you have the power,

With you around,

Life has beautiful meaning,

Give pain or joy,

My love won’t let you go.

A Quantum Physics Poem 1.1

2020 seems like an Alternate Reality.

This is not an explanation,
Only my simple observation.

Six poetics #1 (Sedoka)

1 in a series of 6

And so for this week
a return to form I think
today with a ‘sedoka’
to help set the scene
Japanese poetic form
inspiring you the reader

A Football Fare Fav Limerick

It’s football season. Politics aside, football provides lots of entertainment and fellowship. Hopefully, it can still be enjoyable for those who like to watch with family & friends and cheer for their teams.

And football season means football fare. I am a firm believer that the hot dog was made for watching sports and I have knocked down many a tube steak in front of the tube watching a game. My personal preference for a dog is Hebrew National 1/4 pounders, however, I am good with any dog that doesn’t bite me first.

September Sunshine II

Sitting in the sunshine
outside my house is great
especially this time of year
with shadows getting late

As north facing out the back
by four the sun has gone
hidden by the apex where
in summer months it shone

Yet out front I bask in glory
and can stay here for some time
for there remain some hours yet
of mid-September shine

The Visitor II

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

As Oregon Burns- a poem

As Oregon burns

A dry wind howls from the east

We extinguish the candles

 and do not sleep

As Oregon burns

A black cloud draws across the sky like a flat curtain

Led by the dark horses of the apocalypse

New Pen

New pen, the scratch on paper
just like a living thing
finding words quite quickly
to make it cry or sing

Poised, it waits with patience
then leaps to life when I
find the words here needed
upon this page to lie

Blend

I feel as if I ought to send
A warning out to one and all:
Beyond the bend's a cliff, a fall,
A tragedy, a blur, a blend
Into a gorgeous, awful end.
And then inconsequentially
What would become of you and me?
Ah! Let it come here anyway.
Yes, Come tomorrow. Come today!
Embrace the opportunity.

Tri-haiku XXVIII (Healing)

With no abandon
to a mediocrity
I wait with patience

Hasten the mending
the healing of wounds and ills
Bring back spring to step

For I am waiting
Breath bated, coiled to move
to those hills again