Good cheer

I've probably said it and written it down
in a poem I've crafted before
Repetition aside though, I'll say it again
as this is what writing is for
A message in words with a syntax to flow
off the tongue as one reads it aloud
which as poet and wordsmith fills me with a joy
of which (I might add) I am proud

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Christmas Joy

Sunshine true

Some say it debilitates
that may be true
yet never from sunshine
you'll see me eschew
for as had been said here
many times in the past
I was born of the summer
and that fact will last
So to sunshine and warmth
I will gravitate and
promulgate all its virtues
so you'll understand

New pen II

A new pen in my poet's hand
always brings a joy
something it has always done
since I was just a boy
It's all about the tactile
and the way the ink just flows
that makes me want to write and 
see how to the page it goes

Raison d’être

In my solace and respite
with the sun streaming in
I'm at home in my room
as you'll see from my grin
for all that is in here
is here to bring joy
with things I've collected
since I was a boy

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Dogsmiling

A Woozle went a-running
in a field in the sun
his ears pointing upright
as he galloped on the run
Thunderpaws by nature
they were thundering today
as he ran around in circles
with a 'hip hip hip hooray'
For this was joy unbridled
unfettered running free
expressed there in his features
with a dog smile full of glee

Shoreham my home

Through a gap in the bushes
I spied Shoreham town
nestled there under the Downs
twixt me and the sea
safe there in the lea
the bearer of treasure and crowns

Chalky

These chalky trails on Sussex loam
in these green hills above my home
are quite the best so many times
I will return as they are mine
and with a joy I'll shout aloud
this is my Sussex and I'm proud

Gigsters Divine

Though many bands we've seen
it's been six years since last we all
were collectively 'the gigsters'
at least, as I recall
But last night for Divine Comedy
the 'Gigsters' were united
once again all six together
as each had been invited
'Divine' was most appropriate
as superlative this evening
the 'Gigsters' doing what we do
for friendship's steadfast meaning

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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A re-discovery

In the loft I found boxes of music forgotten
CDs boxed ages ago
Downloaded to iPods listened to then
when I was much younger you know
So the discovery now of these treasures is such
that I'm smitten all over again
the i-Pods replaced with the streaming of now
these are so much like an old friend
And though there's surely suspect content in there
as my taste has changed over time
the joy of the challenge to listen again
is something that is wholly mine

Abundance II

Something different every time
in this familiar place
visited most weekends
as it's our saving grace
Obi gets his running time
as we follow, slower gait
and every time throughout the year
new pleasures there await
Something different every time
some small, some larger still
await us when we visit
our abundance to refill

Built a Falcon

I built a Millennium Falcon
something I have longed to do
sixteen hundred pieces of Lego
from an intricate guide someone drew
It took me several long hours
but the resulting model of joy
is a beauty to simply behold and admire
by the man who's still really a boy

Paddle boarding santas

On Christmas day in Shoreham
five hundred santas gathered
for a paddle on the Adur
though some were fairly blathered
and with paddle boards a-plenty
the red there and the white
made for this Christmas day right here
a truly lovely sight

HAIKU: THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Joy Of Christmas Comes

HAIKU: SILVER BELLS RINGING – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Silver Bells Ringing

HAIKU: SHARING MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Joy Of Christmas

HAIKU: WINTER WONDERLAND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Blanket Of Snow

HAIKU: THE FIRST CHRISTMAS SONG – ENCORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The First Christmas Song

THE GIFT OF YOUR TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Year Is Ending
And I Want To Give Thanks
To Each Of You
As Readers And Followers

Our beach hut

And the view from the beach hut
to the shine of the sea
on this day in December
was fantastic for me

So pleased I can come
at all times of year
as this place is my haven
and always brings cheer

The joy of seven tree field

In seven tree field Santa's sleigh had arrived
and Obi sniffed inquisitively
We paused for a snap
with the little chap
before he ran off for a wee

In seven tree field December has come
but it's still not really that cold
The trees are now bare
but none of us care
for they've left the grass covered in gold

I waved a long shadow

I waved a long shadow
by a favourite tree
in a favourite field
where I love to be
the sunshine was bright
but with rain in the air
though sadly no rainbow
was evident there

But as usual the joy
of the wander we had
in Seven Tree Field
just made our hearts glad
and our little dog, Obi
he ran and he ran
with exuberant gait
with which all dogs can

This time last year IV

This time last year
the weather was mellow
and in spite of restriction
a fortunate fellow
was able to cycle
out of the trail
as sunsets of gold
were made to regale

Dawn Chorus Joy

I wrote some words without a picture

save the one that’s in my head

so it’s imagination that

you’ll have to use instead

For this is about the chorus

that I hear each day at dawn

the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear

as I awaken with a yawn

Days

Days I can throw wide abandon
open the window and sing
breathing in deep the fresh morning air
warmed by the sunshine of Spring

Such as these made for enrichment
filling us each with sublime
for spring to the step and joy to the heart
in which we all are entwined

Pink IV

A little sprig of pink
in the winter brown today
captured my attention
as I passed upon my way
So I whipped my iPhone out
and took a picture on the spot
as it seemed the thing to do
and I thought ‘why ever not’