MY FINAL JOY

 By Charles Robert Lindholm

when I think of dying

my mind just pictures you

and all the ways you loved me

and all that you would do

 

I dream of lying in your arms

as the sweetest resting place

Reunion

When bonds were freshly made
Before the internet
Another lover got between
The two as one, no longer seen
As one with much regret.

MY TOUCHSTONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater

SHE HOPES FOR MORE

—-MEMORIES OF THE PAST—-

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s so loving
and yet unloved
so caring
though she’s neglected
she’s giving
but never given to
a beautiful lady
who lives life unadmired

FOREVER’S JUST A DREAM

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The feelings are raw

unrippened with age

not wanting to wait

Dreams

dreams, they hooted

from the panes of my heart

till owls froze in joy

 

Follow Your Dream!

How long it has been,
For sure, time has been a little mean!
Working hours, days and nights,
Yet, not ‘that’ destination in sight!

Longing for that goal,
Will not help you achieve
Only love for it
Will only deceive!

The Time Tonight!

I untied my hair
Swiftly carressed with my fingers
Fell on the bed
Magnetised by the pillow!

Looked up to see
And out of the big window
Ah! What a sight!
I stared and glared!

I Dream

I dream not of titles before my name,
nor of trophies to adorn my shelf
I dream my simple heart stays the same;
that I do not lose my undecorated self

I dream not of precious gold,
nor of shallow fame
I dream of having stories to be told,
and of having a bigger aim

A Happy You!

It’s time I went to school..
It’s time I went to high school..
It’s time I did my masters..
It’s time I moved on to jobbing..

When did I live?
When did I enjoy my early life?
Was I just planning to enjoy till this time?
Had I been just working for a better life?

That Feeling..

That feeling
of not being there
where you wished
to be

Of not being there
where your heart is..

The Ticking of the Clock

We sat by the fire and you put your bare foot in my lap.

I was looking out the window, lost somewhen,

then whisked back by the slenderest of ankles.

I came later, to find you asleep, naked, on your stomach,

Red curls spread across the pillow. I

uttered a silent, joyful, primal prayer,

and we were moving, oblivious, as of old.

Then you were ripped away.

I rose, anguished, from sleep.

I Was A Horse

I woke up this morning from a dreamy grey half-sleep
with the February rain dripping off the eaves.
A memory floated by that in a previous life
I was a horse. No question.
A big, brown horse with
soft, knowing eyes. I had been abandoned

An Autumn Dream

Call it grace, call it fiction,

Far along a dream, I found myself,

Beneath the eaves of dereliction.

Standing at the crooked fringe,

Within rusted woods, I saw myself,

Basking in the autumn singe.

A dreary, fairy dream

              I had an uncle,

a dirty, naughty uncle.

             He was so dirty

                  that his teeth hated toothpicks;

       he was so naughty

              that his favorite topic was politics.

Dreams Dance on Clouds

photo by Debbie

When God makes a promise to your trusting heart

Believe dreams were placed there at the very start.

It matters not how distant reality seems to be

Dreams dance on clouds of time waiting to be free.

Silent lucidity

I was walking through the city
On a bright summer day
When I saw him standing there
I just wanted to say
Hey how are you
But hè dissapeared like snow
And I imediately felt
The tears on my pillow

‘If Life Were a Dream…’

If life were a dream…
Would yours be a fairy tale?
Or something else?

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Roll and toss,
Looking for
The body I want pressed
To mine,

Remind Me to Dream

Gentle morning,
sweet softness of day,
make me a promise.

Poem of the Day — Clapped in Tents

Clapped in Tents
A hill rising, lake filled valley

Soaring split shovels full of glory in a stark white light magnificence

Chuckle is bunked up sleeping bags

Halfway up a mountain

A gorgeous green grand Grampian edifice

Smart against to pale blue back drop

Reflected in the water, a beacon of dust

I’m sucked into dreaming; managing opulence, greedy with built up delusions

The Supper I Dream

I am a deer
In spotted young fur
But I do not run
I stitch a sweater
For my supper with the lion
On that cold snowy night
When he retires, with a tearful eye

~ Poppy Dreams

Poppy dreams dancing
She sways beneath the sun
Gentle breeze caressing
With nature, she is one

Lilting stream soothing
A cadence of bird song
Poppy dreams dancing
Invite for her alone

Queen Isabel

Respected among her peers

Exhuming with grace

Marvel at her Elegance

With words of solace

A Queen in her own realm

Conquering none

Candy Apple Delights ~ haiku

clip-art photo

The candy apple of life is not the filling but the outside coating.

Angel wing wishes

 

Challenged to a ‘bucket list’
Thought, “that’s a good idea”
So here’s a little list of mine
Repeated for you here

Trials of Life

We are not defined by the status of our income.
But the character portrayed by confidence in us.

The Dream Capsule.

I close my eyes,
To wake up
In the world of my own
Where I find myself
Bidding goodbye
To a person I have known.

Walking down the lane
The memory lane
I find a dream
Inside a dream
Which I dare to go
To know the place I have to go.