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

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Tyranny of the To Do List

Wrote this poem about three years back but did not post in my blogsite http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com till recently.

Fear and persecution
Of the incomplete to-do-list,
Keeps me awake at night,
Robbing me of my beauty sleep.

HAIKU: WHO IS THE CAPTAIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Who is the Captain

DOING NOTHING IS A CHOICE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 

doing nothing’s still a choice

so choose you must

and choose you will

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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HAIKU: BE LIKE THE SNOWFLAKE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Be like the snowflake

live the life you intended

Embody All

One with the elements
That is the goal
Body, mind
Spirit and soul

Burning, I whisper and cry out your name
Enticed by the false St. Elmo’s flame

Sunday Poem: Reason

There is a reason…

To be here

To follow this path

To go ahead

To see what need to be seeing

To do what should to be done

Why do we fall?

Step by step we move,
Trying to reach the destiny
we fear to lose.

Path starts to get enlightened
With the blaze set on loose,
Fearing the fire, we start to hesitate.

Seasons of life

Blue skies on a cloudy day

Bright colours scatter gray

Fluffy white clouds gather

And dissipate

Form shapes then ebb away

Chased by sunlight across the sky

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What do you see?

When you look at me

What do you see?

Is it me or a tree?

Is it the me you want me to be

Or the me I’m going to be?

Is it the me that is

Or the me that always will be

Or is it you through me?

White Smoke

As waves
Of white smoke
We collide

In Memory of a Butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This colorful butterfly was sadly found dead…

In this world, left behind
May this memory remain
Of beauty, worldly bind
Of love, unspoken pain

Questions

Were we destiny?
Or were you just my fate boy?
Did I walk away?

© Emily Page

Of Life

(Via marcandangel.com)

What is this phenomena

Man has pondered upon

Across time

This mysterious force

Still confounds us

Like how simple things elude us

Its purpose is also hideously uncomplicated

But at the same time convoluted
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What is life

But a chance

A gift

A blank canvas

With a palette

And a paint brush

Thrust into our hands

At the very instant

Of our existence

For us to paint our destinies

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change – haiku

leaves can but fall
leaving bare what was unknown
duty, destiny