HAIKU: I HATE COUNTING SHEEP

HAIKU:  I HATE COUNTING SHEEP

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sleep Like A Baby?

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.

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HAIKU: DREAMING OF DAWN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Aren’t we all gypsies

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

My Dearest

My Dearest,
Truly your face is continually before me.
In my dreams I see you,
In my waking moments I think of you,

HAIKU: A ROUND PEG YEARNING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Haiku Rebel

TIC TOC A LITTLE FASTER, CLOCK

By Charles Robert Lindholm and Linda Luna

Tic Toc-ing clock

please move faster

and stop torturing me

I NEED LONGER DAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I need

longer days

to spend

with You

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

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I wake
Feeling your mouth
Drawing in

Winter

 

Deep in the blue a jet plane soars
twin contrails ‘cross the sky
I wonder where it’s going to
up there so very high
Maybe to a warmer place
where the summer sun shines still
Leaving English wintertime
where it’s blustery and chill

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Pulling you in,
Spooning to snugglefuck,
My breath
Panting against your neck
As our passions rise
And we both awaken,

Night Oil

In a churning rolling pool
Of black oil and oil rainbow refractions
Nightmares boil through the fluid

And the Dream Made it Worse

Dreaming awake

The butterfly flutters

As the smell of toast

Wafts.

The crow caws

In a dark morning sky

… And the dream made it worse.

Where You Were Mine

Pumped my gas in the pouring rain,
Radio made me call your name,
Wish I was there in your arms,
Only place that was safe and warm.
Driving through this one light town,
Thoughts of you rolling through my mind.
Dreaming of the roads we’ve been down,
Another place in time-  you were mine.

conviction Haiku..

dreaming from my past

mind screaming til break of dawn

wake from conviction…

As I Walked…

As I walked along a dwindling path,

The voices in my head, they began to laugh.

To them it was amusing, that indeed I was lost,

But to hell with them, all thoughts were now tossed.

Night was upon me, my vision was impaired.

Bushes rustling, hearts quickening, I was definitely scared.

Trees stood tall, each branch like a dagger.