THE LOVER OF THE LIGHT ————RESPONSE POEM TO SINGLEDUST’S ————— The Lighthouse On The Hill

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She stands high upon the bluff

a silhouette of one

lonely on the shore

It’s what she’s always done

She is a lonely beacon

that beckons all to come

unnoticed by the multitudes

but cared about by some

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Angel II

An angel perched close by our side
in the branches of a tree
as there we sat beside the lake
with flapjacks and cup of tea
He tweeted sweet a little song
reminding us in case
we needed that, though it was clear
by his exuded grace
He stayed there just a little while
before fluttering away
an angel on his angel rounds
on this fine winter's day

Golden Heart

Dedicated to Inspiring Angel Sumeet Gogia
A big time survivor of multiple sclerosis

deep in the eyes
eyes of a busy god
yarns of undyed time
sacks of old reasons
occasional rhyme

Hazel Heart

Dedicated to angelic Mae Riley

Photo Copyright: Mae Riley

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in the hollows of time
drip memories, icy bold
stories in silver faith
stories in molten sand

where owls hold vigil
angel of love’s feather
a light, only moons know
of this hazel heart’s brow

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER – REMEMBERING OUR LOVED ONE IN THE TIME OF COVID-19

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

HAIKU: I WAIT AND WORRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait And Worry

My Beloved Angel Will

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

DEVIL OR ANGEL?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Devil Or Angel

She Can Be Either To Me

SHE WAS MY ANGEL

By Chalres Robert Lindholm

She Was My Angel

And Lived With Me, For Awhile

A GRACE NOTE IN MY LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Working On The Road
With The Band
On A Two Week Tour
It Was The Last Stop
Before Heading Home

A Small Town Bar
In Eastern Oregon
With A Fun Crowd
And A Barkeep
That Was The Devil’s Angel

Wish for Wings

you stand with your back to me

vulnerable

silent

I, transfixed

by how your wings attach

to blades of shoulders

TWENTY YEARS AND COUNTING ON MORE

By  Charles Robert Lindholm

They Say, “Time Flies”
And It Does
Unless You Are At Work
Or Stuck In A Traffic Jam

Just Watch The Birthdays
You And Your Children
Celebrate
Mount Into Bigger
And Bigger Numbers

SHE THINKS SHE’S NORMAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Thinks She’s Normal
And Says So All The Time
She Won’t Believe Me
When I Tell Her That
She’s Not

HAIKU: ANGEL FOOD BLESSINGS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Love Her Cooking

HAIKU: I FEAR BELLS RINGING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Fear Bells Ringing

My angel

My angel came in shining armour

Showed me the way and lifted me

THE LOVER OF THE LIGHT ————RESPONSE POEM TO SINGLEDUST’S ————— The Lighthouse On The Hill

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

She stands high upon the bluff

a silhouette of one

lonely on the shore

It’s what she’s always done

She is a lonely beacon

that beckons all to come

unnoticed by the multitudes

but cared about by some

Broken Angel

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

Recognizing Reality

Poetry Challenge: Valentines Poem

If I should see an angel on a dish
About the size of any mid-sized fish,
I hope I’d be inclined to hesitate
Before I eat what’s on that dinner plate.

Alf the angels’ teaboy

Poetry Challenge: Christmas poem

Alf the angels’ teaboy
took pride in what he did
He always warmed the teapot
never once left off the lid
He used just the right amount of milk
in the cup first, such was his ilk
and mopped up every drop he spilt
This was his lot in life

A quiet moment

I’m at the Angel Islington
in the heart of London town
Waiting by the tunnel
for traffic to come down
There are watercraft here waiting
close to where I am
Engines chugging in a queue
A canal boat traffic jam

An Angel

Some say,

An angel was sitting in the passenger seat;

Sometimes, I believe it, too.

 

Some say,

The good only goes for so long;

The well will dry up soon.

 

Whether it rains or shines,

Someone is on my side:

An Angel from Up High

He gazes out the frosted glass

To watch the fairies fly

She is perched upon the sill

An angel, passing by

Lost Soul

Eyes that glisten red as blood
Watching in the night
Aware that she is not alone
She spies the devilish sprite

Little Angel

My dear little angel,

I love you to death,

Make any wish playful,

I will grant it in a breath.

Fallen Angel

Once upon a time,
a long, long time ago,
I reigned up on high,
I ruled the goddamn show.

But now here I lay
broken far down below,
a shadow since I 
lost my heavenly glow.

I am no sinner,
do not think me wicked.
I am no devil
whose conscience is twisted.

Peace

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a butterfly splendour

Imagine, if you will,
imagine if words could heal
just by reading them,
wouldn’t that be wonderful

Quite impossible though,
yet when we read something funny
doesn’t that make us feel a little bit
better?

Isn’t laughter
the best medicine?

So why not a poem?

A smile is the oil that runs through our souls
a bird gracious

If you could read a poem
and know that
come the end
your pain, or some of it perhaps
will have gone away
wouldn’t that be good!