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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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Down by the seaside

Spent two hours on the water
beyond the outer buoy
Half a mile or so from shore
moments of pure joy
A gentle swell from rising tides
bobbed me around a bit
Watching sailors from the club
out there enjoying it

HAIKU: MY HEART REMEMBERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Yesterdays are past

HAIKU: PHOTOGRAPHS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I keep photographs

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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A recipe

WORD FLOW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

deficit spending

causes cash flow problems

no money in the bank

HAIKU: MYSTERY OF LIFE

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Mystery of life

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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HAIKU: HEAVEN TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Waking up each day

HAIKU: BE LIKE THE SNOWFLAKE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Be like the snowflake

live the life you intended

HAIKU: TRUE HAPPINESS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

MY HAIKU FOR YOU

LIFE’S TOO SHORT FOR ANYTHING

NESTLED IN MY ARMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

When I wake-up in the morning

and look upon your face

nestled in my arms

Despair.

Sitting like a rock,
Not symbolic of thy power
But a being
In despair..

Lows and highs
Of life, for all:
A factoid
But not for me anymore..

Paper Promises

Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.

Beach II

I’m a fortunate fellow
as within easy reach
from my home where I live
is a beautiful beach

THE PROVIDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He goes to work each morning
He’s up before the sun
Coffee’s in the kitchen
His toast is almost done

He’s not a workaholic
He just likes to work real hard
He thinks his time is better spent
Someplace other than the yard

Allotment IV (aka ‘A certain pleasure’)

There is a certain pleasure
at the end of a long day
to pop to the allotment
and have a little play

I might do some watering
or strim the grass a bit
or do a little weeding
or in the sunshine, sit

Dandelions & Daisies

Have you noticed with the dandelions
that when the sun comes out
So do their yellow flowers
as it’s what they are about
It’s just the same with daisies
(and yes, I know that both are weeds)
But both reflect the sunshine
and that’s often what I need

Allotment II

The allotment’s looking lovely
if I do say so myself
We’ve been doing lots of digging
‘Cos it’s quite good for our health
We’ve got some fruit trees growing
and have planted lots of seeds
And in between the watering
have been pulling up the weeds

Long Awaited

A day long awaited
arrives and I’m ready
Gear is all packed
and weather looks steady
Dry bags for the rain
if it comes just in case
But I’m hoping that they
will remain in their place

Smile III

I only have five letters
but they go a long, long way
Combined they spell out something
that will brighten up a day
Sometimes I’m told I use it
too often in my verse
But I tend to ignore that
for the other thing is worse

Blue, the beach, twilight and a wander

Lights in the far distance
across the darkening sand
In swiftly facing twilight
as night-time gathers and
the beach and sea reflect the blue
with a peaceful lapping sound
And we’re the only people here
with silence all around

Close to the sea

The joy of a home
that is so
close to the sea

The seagull’s cry

The seagulls’ cry
synonymous
of living by the sea

Pictures II

Do you have a picture
one close to your heart
Capturing a moment
from which you cannot part?
Perhaps it looks like mine
though I have many, truth be told
Ones I will keep with me
Until I’m very old

Fridays

I think perhaps that Fridays
are of a week my favourite day
As they often happen after
four days of toil and fray

Sherry

Pumpkin orange makes our home,
held with the warm hearth,
domed with thoughts of snow,
old and lingering leaves,
handwritten letters that have piled on our stoop,

Inspirations (Acrostic Challenge)

Poetry challenge: Acrostic poem.



From the lonely “I”sland of emotion flowing from deep within

Ever bubbling upward”N”eath all the confusion wondering where it has been .

Desperately trying to “S”pring forth joyfully into the light of day.

Pushing through layers of “P”ain, as a bulb bursting through the soil of clay.