Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

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HAIKU: I WISH THAT I COULD FLY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Winds Are Blowing

And I Wish That I Could Fly

Thread of Life

on this round leaf, of blue and brown
you let me in, a tendril with a heart
curling my feelings, of yesterday
thinning my dreams, into tomorrow

MY SWEET AUTUMN

MY SWEET AUTUMN
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

Dream Vision

Even when I’m asleep
I’m awake, producing things
inflammatory or illegal
to the spooks that would govern
our concepts of light.

Drums

*Alliteration Poem – Drums*

4th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Day’s dimples dug deep
Dangle dreams, dilemmas
Dancing daisies, daggers
Demons die, daffodils dull
Daffodils do, demons devour

Dreamer

I dream by night
and dream again
by day

I live in my mind
and I intend
to stay

I breathe air
but my dreams
are my airway

~ Haiku

Cotton candy clouds
Symbol of Life on the verge

Dance in the moonlit night

In the moonlit night 

We dance to the tune of heartbeats

The daffodils and red roses scatter scent

The fire flies sparkle the moment

The soothing music of crickets

Cool breeze of spring in the garden

What else can we ask for a perfect date

just you and me holding each other

the love tangle

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,