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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Celebration

Wagamama's with my girls
midweek, a Tuesday night
feeling rather famished
so to do this was quite right
no particular reason there
but life to celebrate
so really you don't need one
when you've that to satiate
Having said that we all raised a glass
to several things we'd done
all good cause to celebrate
and the reason we'd all come

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The Big Gay Gull

In the grounds of our Emmaus

Old Portslade village, Sussex way

stands proud a wooden sculpture 

of a seagull tall and gay

…

The ‘Big Gay Gull’ was built for ‘Pride’

a diverse celebration

in partnership with charities

for summer jubilation

MY BELOVED VALENTINE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Will
You Stay
My Beloved Valentine
Now And Tomorrow And
Forever?

Copyright © 2020  Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 02.14.2020 – 8:00 a.m.
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HAIKU: AUTUMN’S SHOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The leaves all rustle

OH HAPPY DAY!!!!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Are You Happy Now???
Joe Biden Has Been Declared
President Elect Of The United State Of America

I Hope You Are,
And Will Always
Consider  November 7, 2020
A Happy Day!!!

A Day In History To Celebrate And Remember!!
BE HAPPY!!!

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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

HAIKU: A MORNING RITUAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Morning Ritual

Thursday the third

September, a Thursday
it might shine, it might rain
but one thing’s for certain
that this third again
will not be repeated
it’s a one-off, unique
which we’ll not find again
wherever we seek

CHRISTMAS HAIKU: A CHRISTMAS TREE’S GIFT – REPRISE – 2019

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Pine Tree’s Sweet Smell

With Lights And Decorations

Is It’s Christmas Gift

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All Rights Reserved
Please come and explore the 2017 December Christmas pieces in my Archives

Companion & Friend (Ruth)

As her eldest son, I wrote this as the eulogy for my late Mother’s life celebration on Friday 14 June last.

Ruth Eunice Shrimpton
Was Croucher, Nee Dainton
is having a whale of a time
So I thought I would capture a bit of her life
for you in some syntax and rhyme

Seven and eighty years is a
good innings to have for a start
And whilst we don’t have the time
for all of that here
These words have come from my heart

60/40 III (the day after)

To the beach hut for breakfast
after music and laughter
watching the sea with some toast
Here with good friends
in the place that we love
down on the fine Sussex coast

We’ve done 60/40
(well, the birthdays at least)
The anniversary is still to come
It’s been a real blast
and long may it last
as we carry on having fun

60/40 II (The day)

The day has arrived
the one after Solstice
so the light will be with us til late
And here in midsummer
down on the beach
the atmosphere will be great

We’ve friends who are coming
from miles away
we have not seen for some time
So you can be sure
that we’ll celebrate
and that everything will be fine

60/40 I (The day before)

The venue is booked
and the playlist is ready
the invites sent months ago
And now, come the summer
it’s almost the time
for us to get on with the show

60/40 is here
celebratory time
with friends who are dear to our hearts
And come the morrow
we’ll get party togs on
for the evening eight o’clock start

Farewell but not goodbye

Today we say farewell to you
but definitely not goodbye
For some day we will meet again
when comes the day we die

So here’s to you our Mother dear
we’ll miss you, that’s the truth
But you are in a better place
A smiling John and Ruth

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

HAIKU: A MORNING RITUAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Morning Ritual

CELEBRATION AND REMEMBERING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Fourth Of July
Is A Special Day
A Day Of Celebration
And Remembering

HAIKU: AUTUMN’S SHOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The leaves all rustle

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Heaven’s Christmas Celebration

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.

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by 50djohnson Debbie

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Having Loved Ones in heaven at Christmas sometimes makes the holidays very melancholy.   As Christians we have a hope others do not. That hope is to be with them again around the throne of God , the great I AM. I lost six dear family members in less than 9 months in 2012. This is 3rd Christmas without them… with the empty place setting, with no present for them under the tree. But thanks be to Jesus for He has set us free! Merry Christmas. Have you ever wondered if they celebrate Christmas in heaven?

Three weeks

I’ve turned the Blackberry off
and my bag is stowed away
as I’ll not be thinking ‘work’
for a three-week holiday
Part of it will be abroad
and part spent by the sea
relaxing in the sunshine
where I really love to be

Happy Birthday Emily Rose

We have a birthday in our house today
it makes us feel quite old
For nine and twenty years ago
when it was pretty cold
a daughter was our first born child
in Brighton in the snow
Back in the last century
It seems so long ago

A Meditation Celebration Limerick

I spent July 4th with my lifelong friend Jerry and his wife Rosana. Jerry is my buddy that has an uncanny way of supplying me with material for my limericks and once again, he came through for me. And he does it without even trying.

Christmas Season is Here

Christmas poem: challenge.

Christmas season is here
Celebration in the air, far and near
Not my religion, yet brings a joyful tear
To see earth lit up as a bright sphere
Let us fill the world with love, no fear

Silver Spring

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Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is  looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning then to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder but not too look

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul,  Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that  gently rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds  and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelys   it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.