HAIKU: YOUR CHRISTMAS LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Does Your Christmas Love

JIMMY CARTER TELLS AMERICA THE TRUTH!!

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HAIKU: I THINK OF OTHERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Eve’s Coming

Ballad of a Stray

“Shoo!” they say to me all day,
As I wander, unwanted and alone,
Down lonely streets, looking for meat,
And a dry place to call my home.

Among the two-legs, I scavenge their dregs
My ribs bruised by their kicks,
While snobby Maltese snub my maladies:
Rabid and half consumed by ticks. 

HAIKU: YOUR CHRISTMAS LOVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Does Your Christmas Love

HAKIU: THE GYPSY LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The gypsy life is

Something’s Off

Outside the temple,
Starving homeless beg for food
While monks drive mopeds.

Along the ditch line.

Along the ditch line corpses
of ash
and thorn 

Cold Christmas (Poem for Christmas – poetry challenge)

Poem for Christmas – poetry challenge

 

Can I ask your indulgence for just a mo?
and to picture a scene with me?
It’s cold and it’s started snowing
And down there, close to the sea

There’s an empty bus shelter and an old cardboard box
And a man on a bench looking grim
Do you remember that day when you were shopping in town
Can you not remember him?

~ Pittsburg Street Scene

Pittsburgh Street Scene
Pittsburgh city street

She stood on the corner

Guitar in hand

Her sign read:

“To ugly to prostitute”
So she played

On and on,

Coins tossed in her case

Occasionally a green back;

~ Counting Quarters

On the corner

She counted quarters

Dropped by compassion,

Passer-bys

~ Paradox ~

~ Paradox ~

Congregating birds
Homeless lady sowing seeds
Central Park charity

O’Prunty
12/31/14

Christmas Trilogy

I originally posted these in 2012, but had them on my mind. I thought I would share again, happy holidays to all my friends…

Week Before Christmas Trilogy Part 1 – Homeless
Posted on December 7, 2012 by graypoet

Twas a week before Christmas
I was snuggled down in my box
The rats were still active
I kept close my can of rocks.

I still wonder about my family
It’s hard not to think of the past
I hold on to the dignity I have left
I pray this cold weather does not last.

I’m still able to look for a job
It’s not just the life of charity for me
But as more and more are finding out
Today companies have very little loyalty.

I can’t blame those led by greed
I’ll keep looking for a better solution
There will be food and friends around
As I volunteer to help down at the mission.

Poetry Challenge: Christmas

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.
 
 

A sobering thought

Can I ask your indulgence for just a mo?
and to picture a scene with me?
It’s cold and it’s started snowing
And down there, close to the sea
There’s an empty bus shelter and an old cardboard box
And a man on a bench looking grim
Do you remember that day when you were shopping in town
Can you not remember him?

Homeless

He lies on a bench, face like a tomato

Whiskery, grey, breathing staccato;

Something More

Christmas Poem: Challenge

Christmas, the season full of merriment,

with family dinners and gifts galore.

But why don’t we try an experiment?

Why don’t we all work toward something more?

With family dinners and gifts galore,

Howling Wind

I hear the wind howling my name,

my presence it tries to discover,

beating against the window frame.

I shiver, pull up the cover,

hiding from the deadly dark outside;

my presence it tries to discover.

Too many people now have died,

left all alone, clinging onto hope,

hiding from the deadly dark outside.

Homeless at Christmas

It may be Christmas

when people are joyous

but i have no-one

i have nothing

*

It may be Christmas

 when families are eating

all i might get

is a bowl of soup