NOT MEANT TO BE

By Bree Leto – Secret Thoughts Within and Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

There are many things you can’t control

Your heart

Another’s heart

no matter how much you might want to

It is a fact of life that

hopes and wishes

dreams and prayers

don’t always happen or come to pass

We may have relationships and love

that we have always dreamed of

but sometimes

happenstance

fate or luck

intervene and force a change

to our plans and choices

Not all relationships

are meant to be forever

sometimes they are only meant

to be for awhile

There may be many things you can’t control

but there are some things you can

Maybe it’s time to dream a new dream

It might be time to

move on

forgive and forget

let go

and follow your own pathway

into a new and better life

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All Rights Reserved – 03-24-2021 – 2:30 p.m

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A RAINBOW’S PROMISE

By Keza – Spiritedsoul and Charles Robert Lindholm

Resistance Is A Self Taught Way
A Means Of Self-Defense

To Stay True To Oneself
And What One Believes

A Wall, A Shield
Preventing Being
Caught Up In Messes Made By Others

My Mind Is Full Of Dreams,
Visions And Memories

Replaying Them
Over And Over Again
In My Head

What Once Was,
No Longer Exists,
There Is Only Ashes
Left Behind From Miserable Days

But I Resist
Lies And Hopelessness
Knowing Darkness Will End
When The Light Of Truth Shines
And Rainbows Promise
Better Days
And Hope

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Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 03-04-2021 – 1:00 p.m.

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Stories from ‘The Dreaming Sites’

Emily Kame Kngwarreye
loved colour with a passion
with acrylic paint to canvas
like it was going out of fashion
and in eight years to an end of life
she captured there ‘the dreaming’
three thousand plus enlightenments
and each with hidden meaning

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

I love it

when you come

to me

TEMPTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm   4:20 1/7/2017

I was tempted

but I resisted

it was easy

when I had no desire

when I had no need

when I had no hunger

I said, “No”

before I met you

LONGING FOR YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Silly Person
I Think

Believing In Things
So Improbable
Yet Hoping
Beyond Hope
That They Shall
Become A Reality

HER RESOLUTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It was the end
of a brutal week
and tonight was
New Year’s Eve

The Wintery weather
was whipping snow
and sleet around
everywhere

A JOYOUS CELEBRATION FOR 2021

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
New Year
Has Come To
Bury And Replace 2020’s
Memories

An
Extra Special
Celebration For 2021
Has Been So Joyously
Anticipated

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All Rights Reserved – 12-31-2020 – 04:30 a.m.

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THE BUTTERFLY YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let The Hard Work You Did In Your Caterpillar Phase,

Let You Fulfill Your Dreams And Become

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

THE HERE AND NOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Dreams Of The Future
Bring The Sweetness
Of Possibilities
And Hope

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

THE SEDUCTIVE DELUSIONS OF SOMEDAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Wisdom
Is Knowledge
Appropriately
Applied
To The Correct
Conditions

Are We Wise?
I Wonder,
But Have
My Doubts

It Seems
That Humanity
Is Quite Susceptible
To Herd Mentality

Leaving The Thinking
And Logical Reasoning
To Others And Then
Waiting For Them
To Explain What To Do

We All Know
Time Flies
And That Life
Is Short

But That Doesn’t
Seem To Stop Us
From Putting
Things Off
To Another Time,
‘Til Someday

We Believe
Since We Woke Up
This Morning
We Will Tomorrow

No Need To Worry
Or Rush Things
All In Due Time,
Someday!

There Is No Someday!
We Only Have Now!
Someday Is The Seductive
Delusion Of Fools
Who Won’t Ever
Turn Their Dreams
Into Reality

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SMOKE SIGNALS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You Think Things
Are Going Well
You’ve Been Together
For Awhile Now

HAIKU: ARMISTICE DAY CAME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Armistice Day Came

An Illusion Of Peace

SURRENDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Last Act
Of A Broken Heart
Is Surrender,
A Final Letting Go
Of A Love That Has Died

#72 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Ageless words

we remember

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THE BEST OF 2018 – REPRISE

A Look Back At The Reluctant Poet’s Best Of List For 2018
Thanks To All For A Great 2018 And Best Wishes To You For A Wonderful 2019!!

Thanks for being a part of my life this year!!!!
Chuck
The Reluctant Poet

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

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

‘TIL WE DANCE AGAIN

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Wee Small Hours,
In The Backside Of The Night
In My Dreams
You Hold Me Tight,
When You Come
To Dance With Me

THE BUTTERFLY YOU WERE MEANT TO BE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Let The Hard Work You Did In Your Caterpillar Phase,

Let You Fulfill Your Dreams And Become

Awakening

Still dark when I wake
to stumble from slumber
the light yet a good while away
Cold water to waken
from dreams I’d mistaken
for what was the start of the day

Tea Leaves

Mangled leaves and withered dreams
Torn from their stable branches
In a final flurry of beauty
As they float down on a cold breeze
To join the Turkish rug of autumn.
There may yet be a child of wonder
Who makes a pile as tall
As their tree once was
And refuses to give up on them
As he leaps into their embrace.
But eventually, the snow will fall
Like a curtain on the stage
As the what-ifs and what-could-bes
Take a long, final bow
And melt away into the dull gray
Of the winter’s cold soil.

Roots

Future dreams are trees
With their roots in the present:
Give them water now.

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Rafiki’s Nikki

CALLING ALL ROMANTICS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
Monthly Event,
Full Moon Rising,

Leprechaun

The day started with little laze,

wondering if it’s the same roof under

which I started giggling.

I was lost in something gazing at the trees

visible through my window.

Back in Sublime

So, when days tantalise
and it’s still a bit cold
‘Cos the warmth hasn’t yet come our way
And March sees some colour
with early Spring there
Evident on each sunny day