Starving

I see you in the viridity of those
rainwashed leave
I envision you
in dewdrop drenched petals

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Haves and Have Nots

beaks, nudge time off cliffs
into arms, the skies made
roots, roll ambitions into hearts
for desires, the coats hide

Passion (Micro poetry)

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Fatal attraction

“Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

That insatiable thirst

which rises from the depth of my soul

and devours me like a wildfire

this incessant need

to be wrapped around your soul

like an unstoppable contagion

LOSE OR GAIN

“Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things.

 

Love is the mother

we are her children.

 

She shines inside us,

visible-invisible, as we trust

or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.”

-RUMI

Sheltered Rhymes

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

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Excitement and focus
Exactly as she wants
Ecstasy tied to a tug on my hair.

• written for the Sinful Sunday prompt of E at MollysDailyKiss

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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How Now should we Handle these Water Lilies?

How now should we handle these water lilies?
One stone could break the sunset. I’ve a mind
to skip rocks, glide into a wade, feel beneath
with my bare feet, and leave you on the shore.
For night tiptoes, then jumps, weighing dusk in;
we’ve not much time, and this, is to my advantage.
In love, woman are ahead, and men behind; as luck
would have it, I am to be far beyond reach. I think
I may dunk into the blooms atop, and like a seabird
sail under you, as breaths waft alow heavy eyes.
Though by your height, your breath this late eve
has a clear path straight to my soul’s window.

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

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

I NEED PASSIONATE KISSES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Call me crazy if you will
no matter how old
I will need them still
I need passionate kisses
from you

Fire and Ice

So cold
yet I burn

Dazzling

Dazzling

-Linda Lee Lyberg

With a smile as dazzling as the morning sun

Shining through the dark stormy skies

An unwavering stare leaves me undone

When he sees the longing within my eyes.

Bedeviled

Bedeviled

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Bedeviled by your wicked eyes

That haunt me in the lonely night

Although I know they’re filled with lies

Your shining charisma I cannot fight.

I Am Not In Love With Anyone

I am not in love with anyone. Pablo Neruda, Nikki Giovanni,
Shakespeare, and all his fair women, dressed in men’s robes,
have nothing on me.

Flinty, unyielding; that is what they called me.
No tree could brace against my wind.
In my savage silence, I could sabotage all lovers’ din;
heavy, and unmatchable, though, I strike a rock in orange brightness.

NOT ALONE, BUT LONELY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

he’s finally home from work
and she meets him at the door
she greets him with a smile and kiss
like she’s always done before 

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MY LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

like a raptor chasing lunch

or a missile locked on target

zooming into you

would be so easy to do

it’s a basic instinct

of my gender

 

but I’m not

a hunter seeking prey

I’ve never ever

been that way

THE POWER OF BELIEF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Give Yourself the best gift You can give

Give the gift of a belief in Yourself to Your heart and soul

Champion Your dreams and Your heart’s desire

The Power of belief will turn dreams into action

DO NOT KISS ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Do not kiss me
do not steal my heart
if you don’t thirst
for my heart and soul
as much as you thirst
for my body 

TEMPTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm   4:20 1/7/2017

I was tempted

but I resisted

it was easy

when I had no desire

when I had no need

when I had no hunger

I said, “No”

before I met you

STARDUST IN MY EYES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She was a comet
in my eyes
a blazing light
across my skies

I SHALL ALWAYS HUNGER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I may never feel the touch

of your skin upon mine

or drink in all your kisses

like some fabled, vintage wine

Coffee With A Side Of Pining

Sleuth of my loins keeps himself to the doings of sudden street crossings,
most irregular comings and goings, having an epiphany
at the ferry, realizing that he must go right now, hurry off to
dream of me, write visions of me, lay in a bed of uncomfortable need
for me, address my shadow, confess his most sinful thoughts to my coat
I left hanging on his peg by his doorway, his collar constantly tightening,
his hands constantly needing unwinding, his armpits

STORM CHASING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s better

to be chosen

Of Chincoteague and Longing

You have the makings
Of a mustang, long legs

And long neck. Veins
That bulge in the noontime,

Blue as sapphire under
Moonlight. Your auburn mane