HAIKU: THE GHOST OF NIXON

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Ghost Of Nixon

Haunts Bozo While He’s Sleeping

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Under the covers
I can feel you

Stars Slip Through My Hands

the haunted hours

rendered transparent

ghost in my own life

my heart

an empty room

Black Shuck

If roaming lost, in thickest fog

Or traipsing through the gloom,

You sense a dark and spectral dog

Tis a portent of your doom!

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I heard her voice
In the dark
Calling.
Second choice,
Half heartedly made,
Left dangling on
A string,
Waiting.

Words to Care

Words running in my brain

Glue my thoughts in a swamp

In a cycle of pleasure and pain

Sucking juices of wisdom as a vamp

Words catch me in a net

Drowning me in the air

Strangle my neck, you bet

Hands of crime as a pair

The Best Fiddlers

Nailhead moon is a
Soundless, sun-at-night howl;
Goblin airs and spirit winds
Hurry to join the hunt.
Cloudless Victorian-ink sky
Gives no place to hide,
Shrinks violently away
With breathless, boneless
Silent ghost of scream.

Sad Arrow.

Sad arrow rips
Feather fall from
Horizon-to-horizon-grey
Heavens; my heart is a
Lead-skin, slow drum.
Ghost-lit snow has
Settled on the stream:
Concealing all we
Thought we knew,
All we thought we had,
Or had dealt with;

Silhouettes and Soliloquies

The Eerie Cold (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m hiding in the shadows,

it’s where I long to be,

drifting into dreamscapes,

singing sad soliloquies.

I have my other life, you see?

I’ve lived it since a child;

It’s not quite real – that I know,poem,poems

but I’ve lived it for a while.

unplugged….

Thoughts of you haunt my dreams

full-fledged sorrow , to fading extremes

want our lives to be more than most

now our togetherness is only a ghost

time goes on , falling deeper in mind