This town of mine

Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory

HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

INNOCENT DAYS ARE GONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Oh, For The Bliss
Of Childhood
When We Knew
Nothing
Of The World
And The Way
It Worked

HAIKU: BUILDING SANDCASTLES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

BUILDING SANDCASTLES

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES AT THE BEACH

Business Trip

The full moon rises,
Glistening like a fresh silver dollar
As Mother Earth lets off steam
And unbuttons her stifling collar
To feel the breeze of the Sun’s departure.

Eagerly I wait at the window
For my moon to come home,
So I can feel the breeze of his sigh
As he sits on his leathery black throne
And watches me with contentment from on high.

A Mother’s Dreams

Your dreams do not predict the future,
Be relieved they process the past
So you can function this morning.
Your fear still burns
The sweet blood in your veins,
It contaminates your heart.

KITTENS AND PUPPIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Kittens And Puppies

ALONG THE SHORELINE

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash
3LINETALES – WEEK 109

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Stand Along The Shoreline Frolicking In The Surf

LIVING WITH A DISGUISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m Not Sure I Know
When It Happened
It Must Have Been
A Subtle Thing

Coloring In A Book
Drawing On A Blank Page
Singing To Myself
Pretending And Make Believe,
Imagining

WHEN YOU CAN BEHAVE YOURSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was,
Shall We Say
A Bit Difficult
As A Child

What Were
The Words
They Used?

THREE LINE TALES – WEEK 107 – GRANDMAS ARE THE BEST!

photo by Frank McKenna via Unsplash

 BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

AN OLD FASHIONED WOMAN WHO USED NEEDLE AND THREAD

The Cosmos

When I was born, the Cosmos was young.
It’s exponential growth had scarcely begun.
As an infant, I learned to always ask, “Why?”
And the universe expanded with each reply.
Across the island of knowledge I began to crawl
And found not an edge or end, but endless sprawl.

Until, I heard something I knew was absurd.
Even though people called scientists avidly concurred
That the Cosmos was finite and several billion years old,
Who were they to limit what my universe could hold?
When, contrary to the revered “intellectuals’” thinking,
Visceral evidence told me, the Cosmos was shrinking.

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HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

HAIKU: A LEAF ARMADA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Leaf Armada

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HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

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Child

*Alliteration Poem – Child*

27th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

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

~ Haiku

Haiku
A swirl of thought

Flash of freeze framed memories

Candies

Crying for candies,

getting it stuck to my hair,

dropping it on the ground,

I’VE SEEN TOO MUCH

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I’ve seen what you
will never see,
again 

Your life is better

The Best Waiting Place

On many warm afternoons,

I would sit at a neighbor’s front yard,

Alone on a wooden bench,

that had a shine from excessive use.

Paper Boats (Haiku)

The Guava Tree

Behind our house used to be a guava tree,

Where my brother and I often sat for free.

Leaning against its cool creamish trunk,

second star to the right, straight on til morning

he found her

under the porch

where wounded animals

hide to

lick their wounds

alone

heartbeats racing

Wish A Better Future..

I stood by my will
To cheer my little
My darling wanted a gift
Which went off with a drift

To cheer my little
For she wanted more dolls
Those shells around
Had once fell with a sound
She wished for children to play
But they vanished falling prey