The fly-past

Gulls above the Metropole
a fly-past just for me
Here in Brighton in the sun
next to the deep blue sea

THE TELLTALE SIGN OF A HAPPY WIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She may not tell you plainly
or whisper in your ear
but if you listen closely
I’m sure that you will hear

Travel & flowers

It’s going to be a busy week
and I’ll be travelling a lot
So I’ll not mind so much
if the weather’s not as hot
London now it’s Monday
Southend on the morrow
Then Lincoln Thursday morning
returning Friday when I’ll borrow…

Many Happy Returns

Back when it was purchased
with its buds not yet in bloom
I thought I’d save a picture
of it for the first of June
And now that day has come
and the summertime is here
I’m really pleased I waited
as its beauty is now clear

SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME: —— TO ALL THE MOMS – MOTHER OR NOT! (MY MOTHER’S DAY THANK YOU)

SHE STILL IS MOM TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

Our DNA is not the same

though we share the same last name

it doesn’t matter much to me

about our genealogy

Our Happy Place

There is a place in London
where we’ve been members for a while
that we’re proud to call our happy place
as it always brings a smile

Random acts of kindness

A random act of kindness
in a word or by a deed
can bring a ray of sunshine
to someone who has the need

A Happy You!

It’s time I went to school..
It’s time I went to high school..
It’s time I did my masters..
It’s time I moved on to jobbing..

When did I live?
When did I enjoy my early life?
Was I just planning to enjoy till this time?
Had I been just working for a better life?

A Bed-ly Thought

The air is calm,
As I can’t feel it on my palm..
The lights are dim,
So, I start to hymn..

I close my eyes-
My wings of butterflies,
A sheet covers me,
So I rest my knee..

Unclogging The Mind

There was this time
When I sat
Clogged with the thoughts
Of little things
That I did mind

That restless night
That uneasy mind
Took a toll
Over a lot
Of my precious time

Twilight

A walk on the beach with sand at my feet
under a yellowing sky
The sun has set over there in the West
as a seagull flies slowly by

Being Nice

It’s always so much nicer
being nice throughout a day
Instead of being horrid
(That’s what I think anyway)

Fridays

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

Like A Sunflower

Like a sunflower in a sunny field,

she would smile at everyone,

as if every face she met was her sun.

photo from pexels.com

Pet Horse

Tanka Poem

Soft afternoon sun,

Clicking, clacking, horse strolling.

Silky, shiny hair,

The beach and me III

There’s no one down here now
and the beach is quite deserted
now the sunshine’s left us
But I’m not that disconcerted

Thankful and glad

We’ve had a lovely holiday
but it’s great to be back home
Back in Sussex by the sea
though many miles we’ve flown

Happy

Happy‘s so much better
than being glum I always find
Encouraging contentment
and a constant peace of mind
It’s so much easier to smile
and be jolly all the time
As a frown takes lots of effort
as it does to always whine

A new home

His family had lived
in the same place for years
Safe from harm’s way
with no worries or fears
Foraging for food
in the gardens around
Then up to the homestead
up high above ground

The thing about yellow

The thing about yellow
is that no matter how grey
the sight of it’s likely
to brighten your day

September weaves (four seasons)

 

September weaves the Summer
into Autumn seamlessly
Replacing days of warming sun
with ones more blustery

A brightening

 

Caught a movement in the undergrowth
Looked down at my feet
Saw a little face down there
Looking up, quite sweet
It was a friendly squirrel
Foraging for some food
I smiled and thought that seeing this
Was really rather good

Sunshine

 

As if from hibernation
I have woken with the sun
It lifts me from a slumber
When the winter months are done
It bathes me in its brightness
Cleans all those blues away
And perks me up for summer
Yellow filling every day

Reunion – Trinet challenge

poetry challenge Trinet poem

 

We last
saw our
only son a long year gone
but yesterday reunion brought us all
together again
as one
Big smiles

Happy thoughts

Another journey, ears are cold
Morning’s here (or so I’m told)
Five forty-five, a half light’s here
Find the time, get back in gear

Another train, a few more miles
Put on brave face, greet it with smiles
Find some words, write them down
as on I go to London town

Sunshine is

Sunshine is
as sunshine does
with warm embrace
and all because
sunshine is
my saving grace
and always brings
a smile to face

Catching Happy

The effort of wearing a frown, I am told
Is harder than wearing a smile
And what a change one can bring to the world all at once
With a happy face once in a while

Just a few words

 

Just a few words is all it takes
To change the way I feel
Escapism? Maybe sometimes
But they have the power to heal