A Busy Choo-Choo

(pg 1-2)

Choo-choo!

A choo-choo train.

Big, round, wheels turn.

And go clickety-clack

down the track.

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HAIKU: THE BEST HOLIDAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Children At Christmas

Americas Child

I’m Americas child

step into my skin

feel the burning hunger

buried deep within
see me as a gift

the future, that it is me

but I can’t chase my dreams

when I’m scared & so hungry

ma says relief is coming

pa, he says it too

leaders keep on fighting

I’m sure their plates are full…O’Prunty

Speckles and Patches

Title: Speckles and Patches

Kipper and Skipper

image from google search

 

 

Kipper and Skipper nibble on a piece of hay.

 

Because guinea pigs like to eat during the day.

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Sitting in our small living room,

The first place I ever lived

My sons tower over me

My sons tower over me
making me feel like I have shrunk

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Hand drawn creations

Mother’s Day II

Four came back for Mother’s Day
last of March for sun
Late afternoon roast dinner
enjoyed by everyone

Conversation snippets
I listen with a grin
These times with all our children
and the pleasure that they bring

HAIKU: CHILDREN AND GRANDKIDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Thanksgiving Has Past

Innocence

 

The sound of children

comes in swells

like the sea…. I love

how they fill the emptiness and silence

Meet Again Where the Boardwalk Begins

This moment twists in on itself
A cruel freak show contortionist
Who stares agape, tear-carved
Deltas from his made up eyes.

If only it would twist into a pretzel
With lots of salt
That we’d eat with mustard.
Two kids on a boardwalk,

HAIKU: TENDER AGE CHILDREN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Tender Age Children

He Rebuilds a Lost Sister

Lost in the supermarket
My special Lego creation
Lost somewhere between
Gummies and hot dogs.

Mommy looked all over
But can’t find it
It’s okay, I’ll build another.
I know I can build another one.

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.

Puffy Fluffy & Me

clip-art photo

 

 

Meet Puffy Fluffy my teddy bear hamster.

HAIKU: BLOOD ON GUN MONEY

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

BLOOD ON GUN MONEY

HAIKU: THE BEST HOLIDAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Children At Christmas

Poetic Junkies

Original KYLE T. DIBERT, DECEMBER 20th, 2017:

…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high

Rock Bottom

Hemmingplay

I’ve seen it, several times,
although much later.
It’s in the eyes
of men who
all had owned real estate
on the hopeless end
of Rockbottom Drive.

I didn’t want to find out
for myself what
was behind that look, though.
My dad made sure, as
He let me visit the address once.

Cutting the Apron Strings

Childbirth
Nursing the hungry infant
Weaning from breast and bottle
Teaching the toddler to walk

The Princess and Her Buddy

There was a lovely princess
Who lived short time ago;

Priorities

One night I dreamt a dream that made me fear:
My children old were grown, and I, near dead.
I yearned to see them once more gather near,
But they refused to come around my bed.

The Plant Place

Today we visited the plant place
Delighted in sturdy trees and shrubs
And many small flowers nurtured to full brightness
In a long slow chill spring

Monster Noises

My foot pounds hard upon the floor.
A hand grabs on the bedroom door.
The voice says low, “The monster’s here!”
There’s scrambling feet and giggling fear.

Clickety Clack trains go past (children)

 

 

 

CLICKETY CLACK CLICKETY CLACK

An Ocean of Colors to find with me.

Whale rise.

Rise UP high.

Piece by Piece ~ Christmas Poetry Challenge

I can’t wait to be back home
where the cold mingles with the dawn
and water drips delicately down the pane
catching the chilled air that still smiles
with the sunshine –
it has no aching bones.