I LIE TO MYSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Lie To Myself
In An Effort
To Make Me
Feel Better

It Works
For Awhile

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IT’S STILL A MYSTERY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s Still A Mystery
To Me
And Yet
It Seemed Real

HAIKU: WHY IS HE AFRAID

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why Is He Afraid

HAIKU: TRUTH UNDER ATTACK

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Truth Under Attack   

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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YOUR WORDS BETRAY YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You cannot hide
behind lies
you tell
the world
if you write
poetry

HAIKU: VERBAL MASTURBATION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Self Adulation

Limerick – Lies

Mrs. Android went to see where truth lies
She surfed through Google sea, being wise
Truths from cocoons be lies in bits
Lies from cocoons be truths in hits
She nodded, ‘Lies are truths written by mice’

HAIKU: ALTERNATIVE FACTS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Alternative facts

HAIKU: THE PIED PIPER BREEZE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Pied Piper breeze

HAIKU: TEMPTING LEAVES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Pied Piper breeze

HAIKU: LEAVES DREAM

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Leaves dream of flying

HAIKU: WINDS WHISPER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Autumn winds whisper

HAIKU: A PICTURE’S EGO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A picture’s ego

PLUNDERED

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

empty words like trojan horses
seeking to deceive
thinking I don’t know the truth
hoping I’ll believe

YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You say
that you
love me 

But your
eyes
betray you 

THEY ALL SEEMED TRUE

–MEMORIES OF THE PAST–

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know why

I believed your lies

Undulate

.

Undulating

Contradiction

Shimmering in the Void

Mirrors

Mirrors reflect
what we wish to see
Mirrors tell
of other people we’re dying to be

Mirrors speak
what we’d like to hear
Mirrors hide
what we want to see disappear

A soliloquy in a midsummer night’s dream!

“Lies have become your character,
Taking over from truth,
Which was your nature.

Truth is there,
Hidden by your lies,
Behind your lies:
Lies that you have cultivated,
Some that you know,
Subtly, playing right in front of your eyes.
Some still unknown,
For lies aren’t easy to pick,
Especially, when you have drowned in them,
And so you miss.

On the inside

Poetry Challenge: Oxymoron

He took to the darkness like a moth to flame

Always found peace in the chaos

Flames licked him with an icy tongue

A calm sort of desperation

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April Fool

Wake up, the rain is gone,

The sun is up, cozy and warm,

He said as he took his umbrella and coat,

“What kind of paradox is this?” as he left I thought.

I enter my brain and go back to a time,

My mind told me she will stay forever but days went by,

And as fast as a weary man closes his eyes to sleep,

Her departure like a knife ran fast to cut me so deep.

Be false..

If false proclaims to be right
And true dare not fight

The Available One

YOU ARE not supposed to tell me everything.
But it doesn’t mean that you should not tell me what I need to know.

You are not supposed to tell me everything.
But it doesn’t mean that you won’t let me know.

You are not supposed to tell me everything.
But it doesn’t mean that you will… lie

It’s hard to pretend everyday.
Everytime I see you, so does the lie.
I can see the lie you told us, you told me.

The Ring Finger On My Left Hand

i.
Current count of lies encircling
the ring finger on my left hand:
one hundred and twenty-two.

ii.
Faux metal purchased on a whim,
dispensed from a vending machine:
At the time it screamed “VEGAS”
and the world was spiderwebbed
in purple and gold beads.
What happens in Sin City…

And then I blinked:
The green has already airbrushed
a chlorophyll tattoo,
croaking out “tacky”;
regret is pinching the vein
that goes straight to my heart.