HAIKU: MIRRORS LIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Ask The Mirror

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

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A Few More Aging To Perfection Limericks

A Turning 70 Limerick

Wow, I made it – I was beginning to wonder
Now my fears have all been put asunder

A Turning 70 Limerick

Wow, I made it – I was beginning to wonder
Now my fears have all been put asunder

A Couple of “Aging” Limericks on My 69th Birthday

Grow old gracefully? You must be dreaming.
My Peter Pan Syndrome is teeming.
If I may be so bold,
Here’s how I’m growing old…
I’m going kicking and screaming!

A Senior Man With A Menopausal Wife’s Perspective Limerick

A Few More Aging To Perfection Limericks

An Aging To Perfection Limerick

Aging is one of the true paradoxes of Life.

RINGS AROUND THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out

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I’ve reached the age

Where Death, once a seldom seen acquaintance

RINGS AROUND THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out

Crushed

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.”

from Birds Again

~ Jim Harrison

The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray

viewing the world through tangled trees

a purple haze of permanent contusions,

amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves

the result of love damaged beyond reason.

THE HEART BEAT OF LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Listen To The Clock
On The Wall
Tick
Tocking

Slowly
Back And Forth

HAIKU: MIRRORS LIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Ask The Mirror

Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

MIRRORS LIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Mirrors Lie

I’ve Known That
Since I Saw
The Movie
Snow White

Bloom

Fresh bloom is off this soul

whose colors have begun to fade

WEATHERED WALLS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

The Paint Has Peeled
On Weathered Walls
Baked By The Midday Sun
Aged By Nature’s Elements
It’s Usefulness Is Done

Youth

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

As gloaming shadows fell

Across his threadbare sleeve

There are times better remembered

In blurred moments of rending grief.

HAIKU: I HEAR THE TICKING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I hear the ticking

Blink

Blink

Blink

Your life

A “Getting Older And Wiser” Limerick

I am about to celebrate what I pray will be the first of many anniversaries with my beloved Seva. It has given cause for a little reflection and not the type that involves a mirror which I find myself now avoiding more and more.

’63 VW

I have the heart & soul

of a ’63 VW Bug

In my youth

A steady warrior of the road

But now

A purring antiquity

That prefers the slow lane

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Eyes closed on the dark
Enjoying the sense of
Free falling,
Feeling the creak of my bones
One more sign
Of my advancing
Age,

A “Going Kicking And Screaming Where The Screams Are Real”Limerick

Getting back to humor (or humour, for my friends that spell it that way.)

I turn 69 today. Keeping with my mantra of “going kicking and screaming,” I am guarding my health with diet and exercise. Guarding my health is very important to me. I have always tried to stay fit. I am at my college weight and I usually feel great. But it is starting to take a little longer to recover from a hard workout and I find myself kvetching a lot more …. and it led to this…

A “New Year’s Wish For A Pish” Limerick

My plumbing is not what it used to be and I have to take pills every day to keep things flowing. Miss a day and you do a lot of begging and pleading with Mr. Johnson, who can be a most uncooperative fellow. At least he’s still a stand up guy. I suppose I should be grateful for that.

The Grey Hair

Single silver,
Your shining countenance tells a long tale.
Your glow in the streetlight sings a song.

Hospital visits, sleepless nights,
Mornings flipping eggs and
Ballpoint pens scribbling
Death,
Dreams,
Bad philosophy,

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My vision
Has never extended
That far,
Never a timeline
Of what’s to be done
Other than

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Feeling old
And useless
Lying in bed,
Staring at the walls
Watching the day
Slowly tick on by,