Fishbourne

And so it was with Romans
Fishbourne finally today
saw Sal and I this morning
venture out and come this way
England’s mosaic glory
tessellated on the ground
tells a tale of history
when in the sixties found
And now this treasure prospers
revealed for all to see
Especially today for
my soulmate Sal and me

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Poem of a Different Feather

A cup of steaming tea in hand

From my padded perch with propped up pillows

I gaze out the bay window

Observing morning activity at the feeder

 

Among the usual finches, chickadees, & nuthatches

Unusual activity catches my eye

A petite junco carefully feeds seeds to a juvenile robin

Three times its size

 

Tri-haiku XXII (drifting)

The joy of being
on holiday and at ease
Days pass slowly by

As relaxation
finds me in my element
Cock-a-hoop abounds

Merging together
the days pass without a care
And find me drifting

The Voices Are Waiting

There are voices in my head

Loud enough to wake the dead

There are echoes in my mind

Heaven knows what they may find

 

Sunlight Through Shadows

If I could see my way clear of endless shadows
if I could silence these echoes of yesterday
if I could embrace up and coming challenges
and summon strength that is never too near
if I could, I’d imagine the riches I’d find

Our bit of land

Went to the allotment
it was quite overgrown
and not too much sign
of the things we had sewn

But after a while
spurred on by the weather
it was looking quite peachy
as we worked together

Enough rhubarb there
for a crumble or three
and the last of the lavender
just waiting for me

THE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE TEAM

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

WAS
EPSTEIN’S DEATH
ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL JOB
BY THE MISSION IMPOSSIBLE
TEAM?

COPYRIGHT © 2019 CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM,  THE RELUCTANT POET
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED – PLEASE COME VISIT MY ARCHIVES!!

Twenty Hours

I’m on a train to Yorkshire
in bright sunshine for the day
Left when dawn was breaking
as it’s many miles away
Just shy of twenty hours
this working day for me
From the South Coast and then back again
by midnight hopefully

Welcome back

Sun broke through
the clouds at last
Said ‘hello’ once more
I smiled and said
‘Hello’ right back
‘What you been waiting for?’

Long Mile Walking

Long Mile walking
Darkening sky
Sun a warm glow in the west
Toe in the water
Cool lapping sea
Smiling at nature’s behest

Past & Present

Small boy on the beach
throws pebbles in the air
Can you see the circles spreading
Have they caught you unaware?

Small boy on the beach
chases waves that turn and fall
Can you hear the distant murmer
of that far off echoed call?

Small boy on the beach
walks tightrope on the groyne
Here is my mind’s eye picture
as past with present joins

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A common item,
A treasure kept,

And, not me!

Picture Courtesy: Internet

I am the feet of the fisherman
That feel the dry-damp deep love between sand and sea..

I am the light that is lit to have a chance to observe each gesture each expression they create..

A walk at turning tide

Smooth the sand
‘neath rain streaked sky
Seagulls on the wing
Soft whispered
from the distant sea
the wind begins to sing

Sheffield Park II

We wandered fields at Sheffield Park
Wolfgang, Sal and I
Finding paths where no-one trod
beneath a cloudy sky

No sign of rain and very warm
Muggy, I would say
But it seemed to have the best effect
as crowds had stayed away

Ghost Ocean

Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

 

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Eyelids droop,
Fluttering open

Redolent of the sun

Colours I remember
from when I was very young
Stayed with me into later years
with so many seasons come
But one has been a steadfast
for me a lucky fellow
The vibrancy of summer
captured in the colour yellow

The Wheel

In Worthing last weekend us two
rode proud on Worthing Wheel
It was massively exciting
and brought a lovely feel
We had three revolutions
it really was a thrill
with views across to Brighton
the sea below quite still

For a smile

There are times such as these
when alone with my pen
and lavender scent in the air
I will, pensive of mind
sit here and unwind
and think of some verses to share

Tri-haiku XXI (The circle of life)

Pebble to water
Concentric rings dissipate
The circle of Life

Pebble vanishes
Concentric rings continue
The Circle of Life

Pebble thrown once more
Concentric rings multiply
The Circle of Life

Jemverse II

So I’ve been writing for a while
a poem every day
Been doing this for fifty years
so I’ve along the way
picked up (I’d say) a trick or two
over all that time
of how to craft words into verse
which flow and nicely rhyme

HAIKU: IT’S THE GUN STUPID!! REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

IT’S NOT THE SHOOTER

Back to the sun (1, 2, 3, 4)

One line here to capture the sun
Two lines now the day is all done
Three lines reflecting all of the fun
Four lines to bring us all back to the one

The Poet’s Pen

Never still the poet’s pen
always a verse to find
be it one that comes from life
or like this one, from the mind

Never still the poet’s pen
creativity abounds
cathartic is the rhythm
those pen to paper sounds

Never still the poet’s pen
for there’s so much to say
captured in a few short lines
and posted by the day

Airport

Airport bubble
that tinny echo
of voices

To end a perfect day

To end a perfect day
we walked along the beach
our small dog running free and proud
the sea in easy reach
The shadow of the sun
spread gold across the sky
A fitting end to perfect day
as together we strolled by

My sons tower over me

My sons tower over me
making me feel like I have shrunk