INTIMATE INTENTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I  Arrived At The
Midnight Oasis
Around Eleven P.M.

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

‘TIL WE DANCE AGAIN

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Wee Small Hours,
In The Backside Of The Night
In My Dreams
You Hold Me Tight,
When You Come
To Dance With Me

A Making Stay Home, Stay Safe Fun Limerick

Some Isolation Inspiration

LETTING GO

By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard The Door
Firmly Shut Behind Her
Then Slowly Turned Around
To Take A Final Look
As The Whisper From Her Heart
Said,

“Sometimes
There Is No Going Back”

In times such as these

A long shaft of sunlight
peirced the gloom
and lit up an otherwise
darkly clad room
It spoke of a promise
born on a smile
with a voice full of hope
I’d not heard in a while

DANCING WITH THE DICTATORS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Bozo
Keeps Dancing
With The Dictators

The dance, the drum

Sometimes when no one is watching
I will dance around my name
with a loud drum always banging
which never sound the same
Yes, it’s always rhythmic
but the pattern’s one of change
Its signature and syntax
quite often rearranged

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

HAIKU: MUSIC IN YOUR HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

MUSIC IS HIDING

Life Music

Quite often then
my eyes will dance
‘tho my feet
are slower there
For there is music
all around
in life most
everywhere

Drum

The wooden floors vibrated
from the sound of many drums
Rhythm everywhere around
enjoyed by everyone
And I danced to special timbre
pulsated by the beat
from heart and soul and head and hands
right down to my feet

I danced

I danced like no one was watching
really let myself go
right from the start when the music was fast
to the moment it took me down slow

INTIMATE INTENTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I  Arrived At The
Midnight Oasis
Around Eleven P.M.

A GRACE NOTE IN MY LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Working On The Road
With The Band
On A Two Week Tour
It Was The Last Stop
Before Heading Home

A Small Town Bar
In Eastern Oregon
With A Fun Crowd
And A Barkeep
That Was The Devil’s Angel

HAIKU: OLD FOLKS STILL FEEL YOUNG

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When Kids Aren’t Around

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Words

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Dancing

DANCING IN THE SHADOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I was dancing in the shadows
clearly out of sight
when somehow
she found me
hiding from
the light    

The Welly

The feet upon the wooden floor
Are moving to the beat
as conversation struggles
for those who’ve found a seat
The man up on the microphone
is getting really loud
But the music’s really throbbing
and is pleasing to the crowd

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Dancing in the Light

She curtsies to the light, from yonder sky

Deep in the woods, as the night floats by

DANCING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

dancing to the music
you always lead
you call the tune
I always pay

dancing to the music
partners in fantasy

MY SWEET DREAMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

We used to make sweet memories

but now I’m making none

every time we danced

you always held me tight

but now I hold no one

Dancefloor

If the world was our dancefloor,
and the DJ could set us free..
If music was the language of our soul,
how different would it be?

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For her I dance,
Spinning and cavorting
Listening to the music
She creates in my heart
And loins,

Lily

Dancing on a bed of white
my stamen orange in the light
I really am a gorgeous sight
for any eye to see

Black-eyed Susan

I’m not that sure that Susan
deserved the black eye that she had
For she was really pretty
Shone by herself and wasn’t bad

She wore her yellow frock with pride
dancing daily with the sun
and was the centre of attention
with mostly everyone