OF ALL THE POEMS, IN ALL THE WORLD

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Of all the poems
in all the world
you found mine 

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Bruised
From the rocky path

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HAIKU: LIFE IS A PATHWAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is A Pathway

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The fabric of time breathes
Pulling us this way

OF ALL THE POEMS, IN ALL THE WORLD

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Of all the poems
in all the world
you found mine 

THE CHOICE REMAINS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

choices, choices everywhere

but not the will to think

wanting to just wait and see

and hide behind a drink

CALL ME CRAZY

CALL ME CRAZY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

You think I’m crazy
and maybe I am to you
because I don’t believe the same
or do the things you do 

DOING NOTHING IS A CHOICE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 

doing nothing’s still a choice

so choose you must

and choose you will

HAIKU: BE TRUE TO YOUR HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

You make your own way

no matter what they all say

Are You A Head Banger

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We’ve all witnessed the effect that music can bring forth
Hard Rock or Metal can causing head movements to be seen
While some bang in earnest and some are just joking around
Those images of head banging are not the kind that I mean.

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Sitting before the fire,
Watching the smoke

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A superball slammed
Into a small, closed box
Watch it bounce and fly,
Thought to thought
Almost too fast to
Comprehend,

The dichotomy of slow Sundays

Something about slow Sundays
as I’m awakened by the sun
Streaming through the curtains
when my slumber time is done
A dichotomy of purpose
first choice I need to make
To embrace the day with open arms
or another couch day take

A Beautiful Choice

A Beautiful Choice

I saw a beautiful bloom in the garden today,

So stunning it took my breath away.

I was tempted to snip and bring it indoors

Just so I could enjoy it more.

But it was so pretty

It seemed a pity

To deprive the world

Of its petals unfurled.

Too Thoughtful?

 

Dreary days always seem to put me in the mood to think
I know some might realize I always think way too much
But without the warmth and glow of the sun to help me
There are times when my fingers the keys need to touch.

Hidden Blessings

Choices

Shall I climb this tethered vine?
Will it lead me to the sky?
Trust its strength to hold me
And carry me up high?

Is There A Message In A Bottle

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We have heard of looking for a message in a bottle
What do those words really mean as we contemplate
If we really found the message would we know it
Or maybe we would we realize it just a little too late.

~ Remembering You ~

The grass wasn’t greener
It’d been rolled in
Stomped on
Tromped on
So many times
There was nothing left

Who We Are – a villanelle

It isn’t easy to change who we are
We all have to make choices in life
But we have to know what we want.

Quiet Surrender

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Sitting quietly, lost in thought
Remembering lessons taught
Reflecting on days passed by
Choices made, wondering why.

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That path is gone,
A choice
Too many fail
To see,
Walking blind,

Choices

when thoughts collide
in an attempt to choose
unable to take a side
indecisions do confuse

M. I. A.

To many MIA gives thoughts of soldiers
Missing In Action, their fate unknown
But there is a more common explanation
Making It Alone, by strength it’s shown.

Almost everyone desires someone special
That match that makes us feel so complete
And too often accept a poor substitute
While still hoping for that one to meet.

Myth

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I choose
Mercy over madness.
Kindness over pride.
Love over lust.
Me over what is not growing me.

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Lazy, sunny day
Feeling the tea’s heat
Warming my hand
Mouth
And belly

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Malevolence oozes down,
Disseminated by
Pale jealous face,
An agent of change
In an otherwise orderly place,

Weekend Prey

Tap and jive; on toes wild

The arm twirls; while legs whirl

The music beating silly; the weekend joint jolly

Filled with bodies entwined; she is out for the first time.

Her friend is seasoned to every beat. A lad offers the first timer a wisp