Advent Darkness

This darkness isn’t such that I
Can brighten it by light I bring.
No laws of nature taint the sky.
No bonds bind it so it can’t sing.

The power failed, but should we wait
For what might not come speedily?
Some of us would hesitate,
But darkness helps our hearts to see.

We’re thankful for the light that’s near.
Praise sound, but not with our ears solely.
Our voices stir the darkness here
Repeating, “Holy, Holy, Holy.”

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Merry Christmas

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UNWANTED THOUGHTS AND MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit Alone
In The Silence
Of Another
Day Ending
In The Midst
Of A Darkening
Room

Shadows
Creeping
Onto The Walls
Chasing
The Light Away

HAIKU: LIGHT CHASING DARKNESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Edges Of Night

Slowly Disappear At Dawn

HAIKU: I SIT IN DARKNESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sit In Darkness

WILL YOU LET ME LOVE YOU?

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I don’t know who I am yet
for I have not faced the darkest night
nor heard the howling demons
that hunger for my soul

I have not felt the razors edge
nor heard the wooing whispers
tempting me to use it
to let my blood be
the ink of my final poem

ALL BY MYSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm
I love to sit in silence
in the darkness
in the Backside Of The Night

It’s silent
until I start to listen
intently
to my heart beating

YOUR WORDS BETRAY YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You cannot hide
behind lies
you tell
the world
if you write
poetry

YEARNING TO BE MARKED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

There’s something
about silence
that breaks
a writer’s block
sitting in the darkness
listening to the clock

REALITY WAITS FOR ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I wander
in dreams of possibilities
until the sun
chases away the darkness
and my dreams
with a sneaking sunrise 

My angel

My angel came in shining armour

Showed me the way and lifted me

HAIKU: FRIENDS STAY TOGETHER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I’ll sit in darkness

HAIKU: IN THE DARKNESS I HOPE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

In darkness I hope

for the light I cannot see

I BELIEVE IN THE LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I believe in the light
that isn’t shining yet
I believe in the dawn
of a brand new day 

The darkness surrounds me
the silence is deafening

HAIKU: THE SECRETS YOU KEEP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The secrets you keep

in the shadows and darkness

FLUENT IN YOUR SILENCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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As I lie here in the darkness

and you utter not a word

Encroaching Darkness

darkness

is washing

over me

like

spilled

black ink

viscous

puddles

Shroud

.

Echoes Mute and Transitory

Fleetingly Heard Upon the Breeze,

Mask Interminable Silence,

As Moans Escape the Beguiling Seas

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

To those who fight the monsters
That lurk beneath the bed,
Who feign the fear of what they hear
In dark, they dare to tread.

They brave the creaking floorboards,
the attics full of bats,
Descend the flight of dim-lit stairs,
To dank dark dens of rats.

Twisting Shadows – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Silence Stifling

Shadows twisting in the mind

Echoes Whispering

.

Harrowing Tide

.

Darkness Sings in the Witching hour,

As spectres writhe in Sublime Masquerade,

Witless watching goes unnoticed

While worries and doubt march in Parade;

Never

.

Never Forget

To Never Recollect

The Never in Ever

That might Reflect

Such Is The City

I cave backward at the knees,
Drown in the city.

Things that do not breathe take precedent over dreams.
Cannon fodder persuades, short dresses unravel into rape.

Humor bends the metal beams and pads the concrete,
But I sink inward at the cavity,
Fall in the city,
Fall and pull my eyelids low.

Whispers in the Silence

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Whispers in the Silence,
Calling;

Shadows through the Light
Are Falling,

Tenderness escaping
The Grasp;

Uunglarda – Elfjie

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Freezing

Teeth Chatter

The Soiree

.

Even as the last hues of diminishing day fall silent in the hush of twilight,

Obsidian

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Shards of Obscurity

Empty Depths of Prose

Collection of Memory

Like Obsidian Rose

The Lamplight Hours

This is the lamplight: men in shredded jeans.
Men with holes in them, and the cool air.

Disciples of midnight blue
Take to the streets, and give motion
To the stillness, rolling shopping carts and hot
Ravings and slamming cars doors,
Full of bluster.

Collapse – NaPoWriMo

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Collapse

Within this Rift of Loss
Where Grief and Shadow Dwell to Slay,
Pulling Light from Deep Inside,
Shifting All colour to Muted Gray.