COUNTING OUT MY BLESSINGS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Took A Walk
On Christmas Morning
In A Wonderful Cooling Mist
With Plenty Of Time
To Count My Blessings

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Christmas Day (haiku)

The joy has arrived
Christmas Day as Yuletide falls
And a star is born

HAIKU:THE ESSENCE OF THE SEASON

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Holiday Haiku

HAIKU: THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Joy Of Christmas Comes

MY CHRISTMAS WISH – 2018

MY CHRISTMAS WISH
By Charles Robert Lindholm

As I make my wishes for Christmas 2018 – the best gift after a wish for world peace and the love of my soulmate and family is for a lifetime of friendship with you!!!

WISHING YOU THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL  –  SPENDING CHRISTMAS WITH THE ONES YOU LOVE

HAIKU: SILVER BELLS RINGING – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Silver Bells Ringing

HAIKU: THE CHRISTMAS TREE – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Christmas Tree Shines

HAIKU: WHY WE CELEBRATE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Comes Around

HAIKU: SHARING MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Joy Of Christmas

HAIKU: WHAT I WISH FOR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why Can’t Everyday

HAIKU: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Proves To Us

HAIKU: WINTER WONDERLAND

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Blanket Of Snow

HAIKU: THE FIRST CHRISTMAS SONG – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The First Christmas Song

Tri-haiku X (tears)

To open your eyes
as bright sparkles sting and fall
It’s ok to cry

Embrace my sorrow
But then tomorrow bring smiles
that I may see joy

As sometimes a tear
will fall from my eyes with joy
as something moves me

©Jemverse

HAIKU: CHILDREN AND GRANDKIDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Thanksgiving Has Past

Thorns of Joy

Bed of roses

Bed of thorns

Thorns of life

Thorns of sin

Sin is the cause

Sin is the lust

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

Of Writers and Readers III

Part 3 of 3

Cathartic the writing
Long have I written
For with poetic voice
I am truly smitten
I write with a passion
as I want you to see
The zest of the life
I have around me

Of Writers and Readers II

Part 2 of 3

Cathartic the writing
It’s something I do
for I love to find words
to share here with you
To metre and form
and syntax and rhyme
I’ll find ways to bring
them time after time

HAIKU: A LAKE CALLED TAHOE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

SCRIBBLING WORDS ON WHITE PAPER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Backside Of The Night
I Sit In Silence
In Flickering Candlelight

THE SHANGRI LA OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Life Is So Fast Paced
Anymore
And Time Seems So
Fleeting

With Us
Rushing Around
In Our Own
Little Whirlwinds

The Roses
Go Unsmelled
Along With The Coffee,
Too

We Are Always
Leashed Up
To Electronics
And The Whole
Wide World
Around Us

While The Important
And The Lovely
Are Left Unattended
And Not Admired

I Want To Stop
Our World
From Spinning
Around Us
In A Vortex

I Need To
Hold You
In My Arms

And Look
Into Your Eyes

For You Are
My Anchor,
You Are My World
And All That
Really Matters
To Me

We Need To
Protect
The Shangri La
Of Us

So We Can
Grow Old
Together
And Still Be
In Love

Copyright © 2018 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
Inspired by a comment to my friend – Beth of Midwest Fantasy

Gondolier

10 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Our gondolier sang songs
as he took us into shade
Cool waters in our gondola
combined with serenade

The ancient walls around us
and narrow waterways
Venetian history spoke to us
on this happiest of days

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Half past three

When work is over for the day
and sun’s still shining bright
A part of me looks forward to
the beach, soon in my sight
The breeze that blows in from the sea
though warm will cool me down
Contentment overwhelms me
and joy replaces frown

Meanings

your words held their breath
as tight as an intrepid bud

Word’s Worth

What these words are worth
To those without eyes to read
Or chips in heads binaring what pens bleed?
Take time before it melts
To look,
To see,
To listen,
To hear
All the tiny things the earth
Wants
Unveiled
Record them, Poet!

I’m everything

I’m dancing. I’m rhythm
I’m words on a page
I’m pen and I’m words
from a poet and sage