#104 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Our Prisons, Created by Us

The poem below was first published on my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on July 31, 2018.

In our comfort zone,
We build our fortresses.
Keep out, we shout.
None that are
Not us,

#104 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Five Equals One

I am mute . . .
too much screaming deafens love.
I am blind . . .
angry eyes bring down darkness.
I can’t taste . . .
foul bitterness coats my tongue.

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My Worthless Cupid – Happy Valentine’s Day

Poetry challenge: Valentines Day poem.

Just another timeless treasure… Happy Valentines Day.

I have to say I’m very distressed
I sent you out and each time you missed
How am I going to find someone special to hold
If you can’t shoot an arrow cuz you’re just too old.

Monster ?

Nail the mewling monster to the door

With red-hot iron dogs and

Be not gentle with the sledge

That drives them home

Through bone and sinew.

If it pleads, tries to explain;

Sight: Haiku

http://www.gopbc.org

What Do I Hear

It isn’t the clear voice

Nor the meaning

It isn’t them

That I Hear

It isn’t reality

Yet it exists

It isn’t nature

That I sense

Perhaps

I do see you so clearly,
and yet I still am blind.
I am searching, searching, searching
For something left behind.