A Valentine’s Day Smitten Limerick

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

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I’ve been smitten; there’s no way I’d mistake it
And I don’t know how you will take it.

Forty-three Valentines

Forty-three valentines I have now sent
to my one true love every year
Our love it grows stronger
and may it live longer
I trust as I hold her so dear

And we have been wed forty-two of those years
Soulmates, we two are entwined
So here now from me
here is forty-three
Will you please be my Valentine?

A Partisan Politics Plight Limerick

We have to solve this problem or we are not going to
advance as a country

Magical III

It’s magical this snow-cast light
the icing sugar dust
as slowly things are covered
and capture it I must

Iron-chill the Northern blast
makes minus five feel raw
yet still the child within me yearns
for snow on snow and more

Househound here the nation wanes
to bleak midwinter flow
But doesn’t really mind because
there’s nowhere else to go

Snow n me

It wasn’t very nice
in my field this week you know
Cos my paws felt very cold
in some white stuff they call snow

I had a double layer
(my red jumper and a coat)
but my paws still feel the cold
(I’m just saying, make a note)

I learnt to live

photo credit by Zandax

​Before I got cancer
I cavilled at everything
Caterwauled and spat out
Unmentionable adjectives

Before I got cancer
My children hated me
I was controlling and unbearable
A helicopter hovering over them the whole time

Before I got cancer,
I didn’t know I had a present
But now that I am suffering 
I cherish the moment and the now

Before I got cancer
I didn’t know I had a future
I sucked each potential out of its viability
Before I got cancer, I was dead

​copyright 2018

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Yearn

years yearned, years young
yellow yachts, yellow yaks
yesterdays yearn, yesterdays younger
yours yell, yours yield

Virtual beers

From Liverpool to Shoreham
quite a distance any day
but in these days of lockdown
seems a million miles away
But that distance is diminished
at a stroke with all good cheer
when we friends WhatsApp together
to share a virtual beer

Steal

Around deception there is stealth.
It covers up the root word steal.
Deceivers hope we won’t reveal
that there is more than earthly health.
Behold the idol. See its wealth?
It rots. It burns. It turns to dust.
Without true change those dying must
resettle with the trash of hell.
Look down with dread. That dropping well
grows deep with lies betraying trust.

A Matter of Morals and Courage Limerick

This is a time for Moral Purpose, Moral Compass
And Moral Courage. We’ll soon find out what
our country’s Senate is made of.

Sussex snows

I said no snow
in Sussex fell
but spoke too soon
(how could I tell)?
the temperature
would fall so quick
and the isobars
take such a dip
allowing white stuff
here to fall
at beckon to
the winter’s call

Saving Grace

Slowly dusk descended
and it got really hard to see
but the birdsong in the evening sky
was great for Sal and me

And though we’ve said it here before
we really love this place
and though a broken record-like
it is our saving grace

A Political Punditry Limerick

Especially with regard to politics today

Whimsy rests

And similar these late-night hours
the silence out there now
with solar-captured radiance
lighting there the bough
My window looks down to this scene
as to slumber most resign
yet for a moment whimsy rests
upon this view sublime

For the weekend, a sedoka II

Weekend sedoka
And as the paint quickly dries
all can see as it’s hung high
capturing content
as in relaxation here
I breathe deep and simply am

For the weekend, a sedoka I

Weekend sedoka
Six lines to paint a picture
with bold stroke and bright colour
capturing content
as with privilege I come
and with gusto seize the day

The quietning time

These early mornings
I’ll attest
are good for me
the very best
The gentle rain
just after dawn
with still the air
of new day born
And solitude
where here about
a whisper sounds
just like a shout
I relish this
the quietning time
as it is almost
wholly mine

I DON’T KNOW WHY

By Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin And
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

I’m not sure why
I keep on changing
like I do

I don’t know
if it’s good or bad
I really wish I knew.

I fear with all these changes
taking place inside of me,
others will only notice
the outer side they see.

I wish I understood
what was meant to be,
what’s the point in changing
if you don’t change with me.

Take my hand, my love,

we can grow together.
I will grow
and you will grow,
by my side

FOREVER.

Copyright © 2021 Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin And
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved

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to be able to collaborate with such a talented writer!!  I hope that we will be able to continue
writing together in the future!!

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Playmates at Midnight (collab with audio)

A The Danger Increases Every Day Limerick

From The American President

Making you afraid of it and telling you who to blame for it

https://youtu.be/OC2jhQ0KAAU

No snow Sussex

In Yorkshire it was snowing
I heard online today
whereas down south in Sussex
it was simply dull and grey
In fact I can’t remember
the last time snow I saw
must have been some years ago
before a winter’s thaw

Xian

xoana
xats
xysts
xenial

xian

Spring

The devil gets no peace. To sing
for him is more a punishment.
His time is short. It goes. It went,
but wrath remains a fearful thing.

We’re confident. Each coming spring
is but rehearsal for the end
when death is done and life can mend.
We can’t cling to an evil heart.
Please, make it new. Now let us start.
Tomorrow we’ll be home, my friend.

New tree

Obi found a little tree
over by the fence
and as it had gone unnoticed
we all paid recompense
Obi ran around a bit
as we thought how nice it was
to plant a new tree in this place
for sustenance because
it really is a lovely field
so what could be a better way
to celebrate it being here
than this new tree today

A FUNCTIONAL ILLITERATE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Trump’s
No Smarter
By Not Reading
Than Those Who Can’t
Read

He’s
Functionally Illiterate
An Uninformed Moron
That Was Elected America’s
President

Willfully
Being Ignorant
Shows Less Intelligence
Than Children Learning To
Read

Copyright © 2020  Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 02.01.2020 – 05:30 a.m.

Inspired By Mark Twain’s Quote:
“A person who won’t read has no advantage over one who can’t read.”

Music days III

I sat and listened to music as the day bled away
a can of beer at my side
and closing my eyes
it was no surprise
I felt joy with those songs as I cried

For my music will do that and make no mistake
it’s something that I often do
Drift away for a while
with contentment and smile
a pastime I’ll often pursue

rain showers

 

Rain as teardrops adorn branchlets bare.

add love

 

love embraces

love erases

 

Beginning VI

6 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 month IV’ series

In layers of grey with blue above
a February sky
caught me unawares today
as slowly I walked by
It promised new beginning
and though naked still the trees
the sunshine brought a warmth
to the fading winter freeze
So, resolved there in that moment
I vowed to hold that thought today
The hope for new beginning
as I went upon my way