Atmospheric 1

1 of 3 in a Jemverse mini-series

Atmospheric was the sea today
with grey above the green
The waves in wind tumultuous
amongst the biggest seen
The sun shone like a diamond
painting silver ‘neath the grey
as on the beach we wandered
on this very windy day

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Joy to share II

So here beneath the leafy green
Another day in Kew
I stand beside the River Thames
and see this lovely view
The tide is high, the water deep
The sky with promise there
As through the trees the sun appears
and I have joy to share

Puffy and Fluffy

image from google search

 

 

 

Puffy and Fluffy have much to do.

 

Sometimes they want to play with you.

A Moment

ever soft, this dark night of the soul
lonely hearts caught in the crossfire
as dancing demons take their toll

First II

2 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series

October is here
as autumn waits in the wings
and the greenery turns brown
leaves begin falling
for the underfoot crunching
into the face of winter

Into the Woods

 

the woods waited for her every day
she passed the ancient sickly trees
she felt the wind still with their bated breath
she heard whispers in that wind, hollow
silence screaming desperate pleas

September 30th

The last day of September
Summer’s waxed and waned away
Yet with warmth still here around me
Autumn’s yet to have its say
There’s still time for shorts and t-shirts
and for sitting in the sun
for though the days are shorter
cooler times have yet to come
So, as a child of summer
Autumn days can bide their time
For I’m still happy in the sun
whilst it stays warm and fine

Poetic Licence

And here I am again
with a pint at Ye Olde Trippe
Waxing lyrical I write
as rain goes ‘drip, drip, drip’
Poetic license there you say
well yes, I quite agree
but as it rhymes I added it
with (I’ll admit) a ‘tee tee hee’

Pitter Patter

It’s weather for the ducks up here
in Nottingham today
Been raining hard since Sussex
as to here I’ve made my way

And though cats and dogs may feature
it’s the ducks I’ll mention now
as they don’t seem to mind a bit
and enjoy it here somehow

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I can see her lying there,
Just beyond my reach

Silence ( Micro poetry)

My Chair

There’s a place in my house where I sit
and, if I chose to lose myself I can
Be it with reading or writing
or music or game
Sometimes Obi joins me
as it is for him safe haven
when there is something loud downstairs
My little brown comfort blanket
snuggled up and sleeping
in my chair beside me

Tri-Tanka V (coffee)

Fussy? Yes perhaps
but for me there’s no excuse
for tasteless coffee
made carelessly without soul
Listless, dull and moribund

The call of the sea

A beach is a beach
be that where it may
and the sea is always a friend
So I’ll find one
whenever I’m close to a coast
On that you can always depend

Starsun II

Leigh-on-Sea here in Essex
At the end of the day
The sun setting low in the West
Sitting with friends
On which one depends
This time of day is the best

Beautiful Failures

They are the cracked

The not quite right

Products of my hands

And soul

Victims of experimentation

Poor judgment

Or forces beyond my understanding

Life a friend

I went all the way to Liverpool
and sat in Derby Square
Victoria looked down on me
as I was sitting there
On my iPod rather fittingly
the Beatles played a song
about a girl called Eleanor
to which I hummed along
Appropriate to hear that
near to where the song was penned
fifty something years ago
familiar like a friend

VOTE THEM OUT!!

Charles Robert Lindholm

America
Needs You

Rain on the Moor

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down

Southern England’s voice

At Sea Lane in Goring
breakwaters remain
reaching out to the sea
And this is the Sussex
that speaks loud its voice
and is Southern England to me

Acceptance

Learn and learn to love

how the lonely hands discern

themselves and looks for completeness

loneliness,

Mid-September beach days

Mid-September with sun
took me back to the beach
to sit beside the blue sea
It’s lovely down here
sitting still with a beer
There’s no place I’d rather be

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It’s a whisper,
soft or Loud

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She looks at me
With Love in her eye

A HEARTLESS PRESIDENT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Deathly
Ill Immigrant
Children At The

Tri-haiku XXIV (fading sun)

Its autumn apex
takes the sun lower each day
as northwards I face

Summer ends but heat
remains in that strength daily
Save for lesser time

Shadows fall early
So now I must make the most
of a fading sun

OBSTRUCTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We
The People
Are Being Screwed

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A choice that I made

It was supposed to be until the end

The one and

Only,

Again.

Abandoned amidst predictions

Now true,

Watching as life goes on for others

But not for me.

September Song Project