HAIKU: PUTIN’S PUPPET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He’s Putin’s Puppet

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Golden God, Golden Glue

golden glue, golden god
growl gusts, groan gorges
go geese, go gorillas
gooseberries, glum gulls

Highland Hallucinations

Lanky four-legged beasts,
Macabre silhouettes in the morning light,
Cast shadows into the icy valley below,
Prolonging the slumber, if only for a second,
Of the yet-snoozing in their colorful caves.

The creatures slowly creep skyward,
Laboriously climbing to the rocky ridge,
Taking long strides with gaunt forelegs
No thicker than sticks and just as straight.
It seems the giraffe of Broadway gave up the spotlight
To graze the vertical savanna of Japan’s mountains.
Packing our gear, we head out on safari.

The colour of rain

I saw splashes of colour
like rain falling down
A rainstorm of rainbows
to dispel any frown
So I danced as the colour
fell all around me
soaking and soothing
and setting me free

road maps

Submitted by meg eliza
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I used to think the stars aligned us
that each day was a pattern traced over for billions of years
perfectly orchestrated in a elaborate dance
everything was purposeful
and that there was never
or ever would be a coincidence
but then I met you
by chance

My worst kept secret.

Submitted by lyrics&Life

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Darkness told me of the Light

how it shrank from Its density

told me of Light’s path, Its ways

how nothing could kill It

Meanings

your words held their breath
as tight as an intrepid bud

On Searching

Between sparks of light and the convocation of scholars—
he is brave enough to be curious
living in the moment, blissfully unaware
as the world moves on

Not afraid to ask questions as he murmurs
           tell me again
                                show me
                                              let me…

What the summer’s for

There’s a lone kite surfer
out on the seas
dancing on waves
in an easterly breeze
The tide’s on the turn
and is going out now
but the sun is still strong
and warm on my brow

The River Called to Me

The river called to me

With a voice born out of eternity

Fluent in all languages

Come

Rest

By my sparkling water

A silver ribbon in a dark forest.

Photo by the author

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Mountain of Apprehension

A somber fear grows deep down
That, ere I near the mountain crown,
Silent tears will slip off eyelash cliffs
And tumble down the deep abyss,
As flames lick and lame my knee
Forcing me to falter and flee
To hours of painful descent in defeat,
Beaten by gravity, compelled to retreat.
Gritting my teeth, head bowed in shame,
Drooped with the burden of bearing the blame.

The state of mind!

The state of mind

Calling the stars

Flaunt a little

The love of life.

 

We lie when woozy

Or we just cozy?

Mr Brown and the bees

Mr Brown (not his name)
just a name that we gave
has a hive in his hut
which he’s trying to save
A man with a pole
and a spray and a hat
came and prodded about
and it seemed that was that

Horse in the water

Horse on the beach
with his hooves in the water
Well, why not, I thought
in this weather he oughta
‘Cos if people can paddle
then why not a horse
No reason to think of
and just right of course

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

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???

She roared quietly

Submitted by Carol Brown
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She roared quietly in the corner
As no one made her laugh anymore
Her bright light dimmed
She wondered how that happened
And watched life from afar
With a broken soul weighing her down

Attention

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”― Albert Einstein

Oh! the things I would do

to make you see my way

I’ll be calm as a pacing river

flowing gently towards its

known fate,

Fortunate Fellow

There’s a little dog barking
just in the sea
the gentle waves lapping
as he runs around free
People are paddling
and all having fun
Enjoying the warmth
of the full evening sun

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Watching a scene
Through the screen or images

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

Dear Readers and Fellow Writers…

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Intuition

It’s there

Sometimes buried under piles of laundry

Or dirty dishes

My Place

Can I just say, yes one more time
‘This is my favourite place’
As you’ll not find me here
without a smile upon my face

Magnificent III

Between the posts, the sea
the water calm and blue
The bench, a perfect place
to sit and watch the view

And, truth be told, this place
for just a moment spent
with gentle summer breeze
is quite magnificent

‘The World is My Canvas’

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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I open my eyes
With a purpose in my mind,
Life on it’s curvy path
It’s actually quite one-of-a- kind.
The lofty mountains,
The oceans so wide.
Browns and blues,
A palette so myriad.

The more I long, the more I fade…

“The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.
Breathing your air…. touching your skin…
… Saying goodbye….
The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.”

– Ranata Suzuki