HAIKU: LEARN HOW TO PLAY CHESS AND WHY YOU SHOULD!!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

An Elegant Game

That Teaches You How To Think

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WONDERING WEATHER??

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Weatherman
Doesn’t Know

HAIKU: FEATHERED FRIEND SYMPHONY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

IF THERE WERE NO BIRDS

SCRIBBLING WORDS ON WHITE PAPER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Backside Of The Night
I Sit In Silence
In Flickering Candlelight

THE NEWS OF REALITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Try As I Might
To Live In A Bubble
Away From The
World And It’s Trouble

THE SHANGRI LA OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is So Fast Paced
Anymore
And Time Seems So
Fleeting

With Us
Rushing Around
In Our Own
Little Whirlwinds

The Roses
Go Unsmelled
Along With The Coffee,
Too

We Are Always
Leashed Up
To Electronics
And The Whole
Wide World
Around Us

While The Important
And The Lovely
Are Left Unattended
And Not Admired

I Want To Stop
Our World
From Spinning
Around Us
In A Vortex

I Need To
Hold You
In My Arms

And Look
Into Your Eyes

For You Are
My Anchor,
You Are My World
And All That
Really Matters
To Me

We Need To
Protect
The Shangri La
Of Us

So We Can
Grow Old
Together
And Still Be
In Love

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Inspired by a comment to my friend – Beth of Midwest Fantasy

HAIKU: LIFE IS A PATHWAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is A Pathway

Sojourn

I’m picking scabs

pieces,

leftovers,

little-little tiny pieces

stuck here and there

slipped and

stuck between the cracks

trying hard to get to them

using my bony fingers, knuckles and

what not,

Perfect Storm

“With a tide rising in your heart
and a gale rushing in mine,
we brewed a 
perfect storm together”
–Megha Sood

Our wild emotions were brewing
slowly and surely
simmering and rising to the surface
ready to be spilled
poured out of our hearts
where it was becoming
a fruitless task
to keep us apart

Fleeting romance

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

Oh! how fleeting it was

how softly it made me blush

left my heart

feeling so sanguine

a feathered touch

My Salvation

 

As I dance till my feet bleed
the sweat pour out of my body
as tears of my soul
I dance till I drop dead

Galaxy (Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

Soulmates (Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

Writer’s block

“Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite:
“Fool!” said my muse to me, “look in thy heart, and write.”
― Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella

When you hit a wall
a big wall;
which breaks your convictions
and shatters it all
that big wall of
angst, pain, and insecurity
which mocks your artist
and its withering creativity

The language of love

Speak with the language of love.
–Rumi

The language of love
needs no words, no script
it flows from my heart to yours 
with no gates or doors;
I can feel the vibe in the air
I can feel the love
in my veins
as it flows;

Split wide open

I’m split wide open
for you to see
my soul is sliced in half
for you to
scrape pieces of me

Bewildered

His chubby looks
and a heart
brimming with love
he wants to share
his treats with
anyone he could

Try “Love” once

Try something new in the month of Love.

They say you are hopelessly romantic
nothing can come out of all this waiting
waiting for a glance or a passing touch
They say bare your heart and soul
bare it all
if you want the love to come your way
at all

Brotherhood

“We must live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” 
― Martin Luther King Jr.

We are all broken, crumbled
rounded again
made from the same clay
caked and baked in the same
unforgiving oven

Inkling

Do you have the inkling
the faintest of the idea
how even the silhouette
of your warm heart
wrapped around my
cold frigid soul
can instantly warm and thaws
my frozen feelings
lying in the eternal slumber
for a million years
to the core

Fluff

Oh! Now I see an elephant

moving his trunk gallantly around;

Walking in his own stride

Time’s up

“I am small.

So are stars from a distance. It’s all a matter of perspective.”
― C. Kennedy, Slaying Isidore’s Dragons

Accusations,
I have heard many
insults you have hurled
some
You have unbirth
many excuses to
hide under
the veil of your
mistakes and
and then some;

Old shoes

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
—From an Irish headstone”

Lying on the top shelf
covered with layers of time
still, has their character
carrying their worries
from moments of time

Man-The Imperfectionist

We are so perfect about managing our imperfections

Watching them grow every day

Making sure that they have been cared properly

Mirror

People say eyes are the mirror to your soul.You get the clarity of thoughts and emotions if you look deeply into someone’s eyes. It stores all the hurt, pain, joy, ecstasy you have experienced all your life. But still, you spend your whole life surrounded by people around you who don’t have any clue what going on inside you. Sometimes we wish for a such a mirror to exist which can reflect people true intentions and emotions and sometimes you just wanna hide.

Eyes my faithful mirror
Heart is a bleeding art
Dancing through this dance called life
Got so many scratches ..torn apart

Expect

“To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect”
― Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

Behind a closed door
Inside a long beautiful veil
After a long wait
a glimpse of him
through that passing train
 

The heart knows

Have you ever try to fool your own heart? Sometimes we do.Sometimes we try to distract us from the sad truths of life. Sometimes we utter white lies to ourselves so we can ease our existence in this chaotic world. But you know, the heart knows.

It knows everything.

You cannot fill the gap of an empty heart with the feelings of fulfillment and abundance;
The heart knows how it feels.
You cannot fool the heart with treats and surprises;
The heart knows all our tricks.

What is a poem?

What is a poem? I call them little bits of creativity scattered here and there in your mind. Hiding, waiting to be discovered, waiting to take shape in form of words.Every time you trace the path, it changes its shape.Taking new twists and turns, it gives an entirely new meaning to the emotions stored in there.

A Poem as I call it, a complex emotion in a compressed manner.

A Poem is like a walk
A walk inside my mind
In all its nooks and crannies
where I’m storing the sunshine