Chalk Bones

My cheeks inherited
these whispered blushes.
Above them sits one jewel
in the traverse
of my brow’s flesh,
a stream of teardrops,
permanently nestle
in the body of my face –

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I’m here now

I’m sorry I wasn’t there

To catch you when you fell,

I’m sorry I wasn’t there

CHEAP SHOTS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

cheap shots
hitting below the belt
unfair fighting
in an effort to win

Dance

While algae’s greening in the swamp
And ogres in the forest romp,
The villagers would have a dance,
A masquerade, and take a chance
Some ogre with a fairy might
Pretend to waltz then start a fight.

Such a Tiny Thing

Sing little bird,
fly overhead,
rest in the trees’
wavering breeze.
Lift the curtain high at dawn
let the flickering candles yawn.

Robin in the fig tree

 

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size

Are You Afraid of the Dark?

To those who fight the monsters
That lurk beneath the bed,
Who feign the fear of what they hear
In dark, they dare to tread.

They brave the creaking floorboards,
the attics full of bats,
Descend the flight of dim-lit stairs,
To dank dark dens of rats.

Bare Knuckle

Those Little Men

You make the moon
As you should
And I make the stars
As I should

In doing so
We behold the same night
With our backs on the same grass

Enough.

and i’ve had just about enough

of men turning their faces in the street
leers and grins stamped onto their
carnivorous faces

of crowded buses where they jab themselves
at my body like rusting knives; hurt before
still hurts

The Awakening

in a fresh wound
inflicted upon
by the dagger
of human emotions

Love Play

You are my unfinished thoughts,

My half-hearted jots,

My nervous self doubts,

My sleepless bouts.

Don’t you smile

that crooked smile,

& tease me

while my blood boils,

Let me unleash

the fury I’ve got,