Puffy and Fluffy

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Puffy and Fluffy have much to do.

 

Sometimes they want to play with you.

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YOU ARE MY FOREVER AND ALWAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

From The First Time
I Laid Eyes On You
I Loved You

It Was Love At First Sight,
And You Stole My Heart
Forever

That Moment
Was The Start
Of Me Loving You

How to be a child again?

Clear your heart of all the damning thoughts

Wipe your mind of all the sad memories;

Clean up your life all of the bad experience;

DANCING LIKE A CHILD

By Charles Robert Lindholm

They Call Me Crazy
When They See
Me Dancing
Like A Child

Child

*Alliteration Poem – Child*

27th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

Coconuts can crawl
Crabs can chatter
Chameleons can clap
Childhood crawled, castaway

Love..I just wished..

I so wished to be loved
Love
I was not entitled to..

I have been a lonesome boy
Lonely
I had none to call mine..

Let’s go Higher

I lift my wings.

I spread them wide.

From mountain peaks I reach the sky…

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It shows the wear
Of Love and
Treasured memories,
Slowly decaying
But no velveteen rabbit transformation
Awaits,
Just the rag heap.

The Window of the Night

Make a wish upon a star
See the moon glow bright

Sea of Child

 

By listening very carefully
I could hear it on the air
My call across the many years
to me still walking there
The beach where many summer spent
as a boy with dirty knees
To which half a century later
I returned on Autumn breeze

Pops

 

For fourteen years in thirty-nine
You gave me life and more
But God had other plans in mind
When you left in seventy-four

I Will

Launch me into darkness

and I will sculpt the universe.

Bury me beneath the birch’s roots

and I will fertilize a nation.

Tuck me between the covers

and I will give birth to love.

~ Fragile Things ~ Revised

~ Fragile Things ~ Revised

Your Mommas heart.

Full of so much love
If broken-
Pieces remain
But never the same
As a wall rises…

Christmas Trilogy

I originally posted these in 2012, but had them on my mind. I thought I would share again, happy holidays to all my friends…

Week Before Christmas Trilogy Part 1 – Homeless
Posted on December 7, 2012 by graypoet

Twas a week before Christmas
I was snuggled down in my box
The rats were still active
I kept close my can of rocks.

I still wonder about my family
It’s hard not to think of the past
I hold on to the dignity I have left
I pray this cold weather does not last.

I’m still able to look for a job
It’s not just the life of charity for me
But as more and more are finding out
Today companies have very little loyalty.

I can’t blame those led by greed
I’ll keep looking for a better solution
There will be food and friends around
As I volunteer to help down at the mission.

~ Persephone ~

 

The vale of Enna, where posies abound,
She tenderly plucks them from the ground,
Demeter as always, favors the soil,
With an abundance of growth that does not toil.

Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Suffer her anguish and pain,
Oh sing a hymn to Demeter,
Her Mysteries to obtain.  Her Mysteries to obtain.

~ So Blessed ~

~ So Blessed ~

In the land of lullabies
On errant wing the cherub flies
Gossamer dreams there to employ
In the newborn smiles
Of each girl and boy
Slumbering secure at Mommas breast
A child so loved, so heavenly blessed.

O’Prunty
11/18/14

In An Instant

to love in an instant
as the only thing
to see it shattered in an instant
as the only thing

Little Child, I Believe

Little child
In your wonder I believe
When you see a hundred moons
While there is one

Morning soup

The air was frigid

Like soup left on the table

 

The wind blew in forceful gusts

As if blind the to long dead heat

 

The night was a hungry child

Slow Down Little One

Slow Down Little One

Don’t be in such a hurry

Enjoy your youth

Your school

Your Friends

Your Family

The Lyre

I am the lyre
That sings all melodies

For every child,
There’s a sweet lullaby
For every lover,
There are songs of ecstasy
For every loss,
There are painful tunes.

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Pride
In the person
She’s chosen to be,
A joy
And beauty
Whom i call,
Daughter

Train A Child

Just short thoughts on child rearing…

Teach them to clean and also cook
Help them show kindness and care
Take time to learn who they can be
Make a life they’re proud to share.

poetry challenge 3: i sat next to an infant today in church

I don’t suppose I heard him literally, but he was communicating,
and of course poetry must be about breaking rules…
How do we become grown up ?

Little One

Little one you were to be
                the symbol of our infinity,
Then you were gone one sad day
                and it ripped my heart away,
Late at night I still think of you
                 and the dreams that never came true,
I think of a love not fulfilled
                  there’s a sting of a pain that will not heal.

Summers Ago

Tiptoeing out the back door,
No shoes on my feet, 
Running through the cool grass,
Sunshine chasing me.
Hiding from the grown-up world,
Picking wild flowers,
Finding nature’s splendor
In the daylight hours.

The Life of a Park Bench…

Its 10am, clear blue skies over head.

A young child is being led by its mother.

The bench’s rustic boards are transformed.

‘Ye best walk the plank mama’.

He’s a little boy, a son, a captain of a ship.

The mother stays close, but indulges in his fantasy.

Men fall overboard,

Others survive.

A swan in the distance captures his attention.

They’re off again.

Sunlight seeps into every groove.

The bench feels pride.