TICKLING THE WIRE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Never Knew
That I Was
Tickling The Wire
But It Seems I Did

Having Found
Condemning Evidence
I Wanted To Obtain
A Confession

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HAIKU: A WITCH HUNT

IF THERE ARE WITCHES

AND WE FIND THEM IN A WITCH HUNT

THAT’S A GOOD THING, RIGHT?

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

The  Investigation Into Russian Interference
Into The Presidential Election Of 2016 Has Been
Termed “A Witch Hunt” By President Trump.

I’m a believer in verifying the truth and evidence and
apparently there are actually Witches???

HAIKU: STEALING KIDS FROM MOM’S

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

IS SEPARATION

WHAT WRITING ISN’T

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes We Think We Know
But We Really Don’t
Because We Only Have
A Limited View
A Preconceived Idea

HER PLUNDERING TONGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

In A Playful Moment
She Caught Me
Totally Off Guard
With A Blindside Kiss

HAIKU: FISHING IS

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

FISHING IS HUNTING

CELEBRATION AND REMEMBERING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Fourth Of July
Is A Special Day
A Day Of Celebration
And Remembering

HAIKU: YOUR ACTS DENY HIM

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

HE’S BEEN SENDING THEM

SOMETIMES THERE IS NO FOREVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Things
Aren’t Meant To Last Forever
And We Are Just Supposed
To Love The Moments,
Save The Memories,

LEAVE IT UNSPOKEN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Some things are hard to say
filled with deep emotions
and feelings
that are aching
in your heart

HAIKU: TENDER AGE CHILDREN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Tender Age Children

WHAT’S THE LAST MEMORY YOU HAVE OF SEEING YOUR DAD?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Father’s Day Is Meant To Be A Time For Us To Spend Some
Time With Our Dad’s On The Third Sunday In June!   A Time To
Gather The Whole Family Around For A Barbecue And Good Old Family Fun And

I WILL NEVER BE A STAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Never Be A Star
A Celestial Body
In The Midnight Sky
Sending Out
Rays Of Light
Across The Vast
Universe

IF YOU CARED ENOUGH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Age Old Problem
Of Suicide
Remains Unsolved
Today

How Can You Help

THE HEART BEAT OF LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Listen To The Clock
On The Wall
Tick
Tocking

Slowly
Back And Forth

HAIKU: BUILDING SANDCASTLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

BUILDING SANDCASTLES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES AT THE BEACH

PRODIGAL LOVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Sailed
Into The Sunset
Never Looking Back
Or Waving

Without A Care
Or Second Thought
She Left Me
For Anywhere But Here

HAIKU: FREEDOM IS FOR ALL!!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

FREEDOM OF SPEECH IS

NO ONE WILL REMEMBER YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Truth
“They” Won’t Tell You
In An Effort
To Spare Your Feelings

HAIKU: PRESIDENT PENCE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Time For Impeachment

HIDDEN MESSAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Hidden Messages
Are There In Plain Sight,
Not Really Hidden At All,

Just Waiting To Be Seen
In A Different Light

MESSAGES MEANT FOR YOU

By Gina Gallyot And Charles Robert Lindholm

Between The Secrets And The Sadness
Hidden In Cracks And Crevices
And In The Shadows
Of The Spaces
Between Lines Of Poetry
Are Messages
Meant For You

HE SEDUCED ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He Seduced Me
With Lies
Sweeter Than Honey

He Whispered
In My Ear
But Knew
The Way
To My Heart

I COULD SLEEP IN A SMALLER BED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Could Sleep In A Smaller Bed
There Is No Physical Need
For Me To Have All The Room
Provided By A King Size Bed

SHE PLUNDERED MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Plundered My Heart
So Easily
It Was Not Locked
Or Hidden Away
Because I Trusted Her

AN INTIMATE KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait For Her
In The Backside Of The Night
At The Place We Always Meet,
My Old Desk,
Where I Always Go To Write

UNWANTED THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit Alone
In The Silence
Of Another
Day Ending
In The Midst
Of A Darkening
Room

Shadows
Creeping
Onto The Walls
Chasing
The Light Away

THE WHISPERS OF MY MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Muse
Whispers
Softly To My Soul
Reassuring Me Of Her Love
And Commitment