UNDER THE SPELL OF A LOVER’S MOON

By Keza/Spiritedsoul And Charles Robert Lindholm

Under The Spell
Of A Lover’s Moon
Her Heart Was
Once Broken

With The Foolish
Dreams And Lies
Of Youth
And Young Love

She No Longer Cries
For What Was Lost
And Could Have Been
So Long Ago,
Except In The Midnight Light
Of A Lover’s Moon

When Forgotten
Memories Escape
Her Heart And
Invade Her Dreams

She Found
The Strength
Inside Her
Heart And Soul

To Stand Up 

To Forgive
To Forget
To Let Go
And To Move On

She Looked Around
And Found
A Different Path
For Her Life
That Is Her Own

The One She Shares
With Her Daughter

Copyright © 2020 Keza/SpiritedSoul And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 12-02-2020 – 05:00 p.m.

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Shadows

I watch my shadow from noon to dusk,
Ever growing in size and lust,
Making me taller than a redwood tree
And stretching the limit of what I can be.

Until the fading sun falls all the way down
And I am beyond the starry lights of town.
Now lost and one with the black nothingness
I am left to mourn my colossal, black hubris.

I kick a stone as I walk home alone,
Struggling to forget the hope I was shown
And accept that I am an ego confined by flesh:
A spirit trapped, and a man depressed.

Is love our cornerstone…?

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Why can’t we just love

our differences instead

  of trying to be the same?

Let us Go Back

The past holds the future.

Don’t be chased. Don’t be chained.

Forget it and we tumble.

Go back and make peace.

THANK YOU FOR LEAVING ME (REFLECTIONS ON THE TRUTH)

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 I wish I would

stay angry

the way they say

I should

But I’ve learned

that letting go

makes me feel so good

The Adventures of Purple Turtle: Part III

© Purple Turtle by Linda Rose

It seems that I have lost my friend.
I must find out where she’s gone.
My name is purple turtle,
and it’s no fun to be alone.

I found myself inside a box
with a lot of noise around,
and then I was lifted to a shelf
where I am sitting now.

Devils

The devil I become
And I see a devil in you

The devil in you, you deny
And you become a devil

Wise Delight

Every pain, an imagination
As unreal, as stones fell depressed
Sinking into thin waters
As unreal, as stones raced happy
Rolling upon wet slopes

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I crave the touch
Different
But the same,
Ease the madness

Acceptance (acrostic poem)

Accept me

Completely

Call me and really hear me

Envelope me with your love

Sailed

that ship

has sailed now

in the steps of Abigail

past hash marks on the stones,
five sets of five, three alone,
she nears the gate
guarded by two words voiced in
innocence, full of hope, trust, love,
not wisely, but too well.

Fear

fear, a cool creature
laughing out loud
enjoying the torture
for it stands at a distance
while we tie ourselves
by our own greasy ropes

Once Upon A Time

There was a girl
She tried to fit in
She tried everything

But nothing seems to work
No one seems to be fine
Nothing seems to rhyme

Accept Me

Awaken me

Rock me

Touch me

Seeing Ones Self

I have paused at the mirror and wondered
What image is projected, how am I perceived
Do others accept me in the way that I believe
Do I correctly interpret the looks that I receive.

Resistance

Resistance
Word well said
In books of wisdom
Reason for a bird’s flight
To propel high above
So by a power
Rise within

My Company

Used to dread

Being alone

Like a long-lost dog

Far from home

Then one day

Made a plan

Equation of Love: Imperfect Haiku

Love given demands

Love kept shields from loneliness

Love taken accepts

© Venkat

Self-Acceptance

As the earth spins around

Feelings atop a velvet moon

Speaking to sensations unbound

In the cosmos of God’s tune

I slip into another universe

Wearing one more pretension

Yet with my fears I traverse

Holding my scattered emotion

Acceptance

With truth by my side

Why do I doubt

Question the self and hide

Let weeds of mind sprout

With truth in my heart

Why do I spite

Angered and torn apart

Let prejudice come in sight

Faded Love

Up and down the furrows

swinging old tin bucket in time

up and over

avocado with roses not so red

anymore

Sloshing out over the peeling and rust

with each step that pauses between the gaiety