WORDS OF WISDOM FROM MARY OLIVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

“The Most Regretful People On Earth Are Those Who Felt The Call To Creative Work, Who Felt Their Own Creative Power Restive And Uprising, And Gave To It Neither Power Nor Time.”
– Mary Oliver

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HAIKU: I WAIT AND WORRY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait And Worry

My Beloved Angel Will

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

THE BEST OF 2018

A Look Back At The Reluctant Poet’s Best Of List For 2018
Thanks To All For A Great 2018 And Best Wishes To You For A Wonderful 2019!!

Thanks for being a part of my life this year!!!!
Chuck
The Reluctant Poet

…with a festive smile

I found a moment over Christmas
Penguin Cafe in the air
In the oven, turkey roasting
whilst I was sitting there

My pen, it found the paper
and words came, as they do
from time to time as inspiration
a poem to eschew

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

INSPIRE ME WITH YOUR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Love To Read Poetry
And Watch The Way
Talented Writers
Use Their Words

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When I Read Your Words

Tri-Haiku (3 lines)

Three lines to capture
a life of special moments
with words of meaning

The Light

 

If only

intelligence were a storm

The Poet’s Voice III

3 of 3

This inspiration
found in life and echoed here
Clear, the Poet’s Voice

Adieu!

See the sky

shining blue

color of trust

in a game of thrust.

 

Gaze at the sun

shining bright

color of light

in a game of must.

 

Soulshine

What is it that’s conducive
to a poet’s mind?
The impetus that’s needed
before it can unwind?
That moment inspiration
into words flow from the pen
and beauty spills to paper
to catch the moment when…

Newness

The skyscrapers

In a black city

Attracting the throng

To surrender the things

When the sense

Of newness wears off.

 

Build an attempt

So high

With an aim so tight

To render love

In a warm and vivid

Colors of shine.

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Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

Poetry comes alive

Midnight petrichor
the earth brings me to her and
night time takes me there

Sometimes my best words
come in the small hours
when I should be deep in slumber

With inspiration here

I write with words that always come
formed into lines until I’m done
A synergy that’s oft begun
with inspiration here

Struggle

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

PURITY

He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

Spectacular II

Sitting in my garden
blank pages in my book
waiting for my words to fill
from everywhere I look
There’s inspiration ’round me
don’t have to look too far
as life is quite exciting
if not spectacular

Trust

Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms.

Be my love!

Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

Take a break

Pack your bags

Take a flight

To the dreams

Of wine.

 

Feel that wooziness

Creating much craziness

Was it a passion

Or a desire?

 

Break the rules

Not the laws

Love the people

Not the pretentious.

Maturity

Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

LOSE OR GAIN

“Love is the way messengers

from the mystery tell us things.

 

Love is the mother

we are her children.

 

She shines inside us,

visible-invisible, as we trust

or lose trust, or feel it start to grow again.”

-RUMI

Rapid fire round!

He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up the sky.”

 

She insisted on the fact

“ why to play this game?

when the glory is all set

to open the wings

of purity and divinity!”