THE TROLLEY DILEMMA – YOU HOLD LIFE AND DEATH IN YOUR HAND! HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL DIE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DO??

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We Are Brought Up Knowing Right From Wrong And Taught To
Do The Right Thing.   What Happens When Things Are Not
Black And White But Rather Shades Of Gray And Moral Decisions
Are Not Clear Cut But Situational???

Sentenced

My first thought
When my daughter was born
Was that I just killed someone.

Her gurgling cries of life
Contrasted with the ominous, death tone
Of her mother’s solemn flatline.

And as the doctors hung their heads,
Declaring my lovely wife dead,
I realized I had just killed again.

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Transitory

As clouds cannot one moment hold their form,
So life moves on through weariness and mirth,
And death is more significant than birth.

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.

 

THE TROLLEY DILEMMA – YOU HOLD LIFE AND DEATH IN YOUR HAND! HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL DIE BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DO??

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We Are Brought Up Knowing Right From Wrong And Taught To
Do The Right Thing.   What Happens When Things Are Not
Black And White But Rather Shades Of Gray And Moral Decisions
Are Not Clear Cut But Situational???

And So It Begins

And so it begins, again,
that urge to shrink from
the cool touch of machines;
the hushed offices,
the looks of concern,
the competent compassion.
Maddening, imprecise precision–
“the blood test found something, we
need to do more tests…..
something’s there
on her scans…”
a blurry, thicker patch there,
spots on bone, lung, breast, too.

Dragonfly

The rotting corpse of a dragonfly
Hangs over hung-headed commuters
Like a pterodactyl fossil in Fukui,
Forever aloft on calcified wings
For children to look up and wonder:
From what mysterious realm did you come?

But beneath the fossilized dragonfly,
No such wide-eyed adolescents pass by.
This Train Station of Natural History’s only patrons
Are closed-eyed, downtrodden business men:
Too busy catching up on sleep walking
To raise their gaze above the floor.

Dead Horse

Better here to cease than the knackers yard
A wild hearted beast that lived fast and died hard.

Better to have fallen than led away to be rendered
To have died on the hoof than gone lame and surrendered.

Weep Not

Weep not, dear ones, for I’m not there
In casket cold or graveyard bare.

Hunger

Hunger

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The demons of grief

Stand at my heart’s door

Scratching and biting,

Always begging for more.

Fly Away to Heaven

“O that I had wings like a dove,
For then would I fly away and be at rest!”
Frequently I have yearned within my breast

The Princess and Her Buddy

There was a lovely princess
Who lived short time ago;

Orders

Once they stood in straight rows at attention,
Awaiting orders from the high command.
To keep their nation free was their intention,
And so they bravely fought and took their stand.
But order turned to chaos. Bombs illumined
The battlefield now torn and stained with blood.

Sakura

Snow still sits atop the highest peaks
Like vanilla icing dripping
From rocky road ice cream cones,
Shining, sleek with sweat
From its battle with the Sun.

Down by the lake,
playfully shimmering water
shines a halo around the pink tutu
Of Cherry Blossom ballerinas,
Dancing aloft with a woodwind breeze.

The Poppy (Part 2)

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Dear little poppy, you are growing in the mud, lavishly enriched with my own spilled blood.

Dear little poppy your petals are so red. T’was upon this very spot I was shot in the head.

Life is a Breath

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Life is a Breath
cast upon a writhing sea
foaming breakers churning in the din
as the Last Breath Lingers
Before it Begins

Forever Glow

At some point the rivers of your life will suddenly stop,
your time will have come to leave this world behind.
And that little heart of yours will cease to hop,
while your soul starts floating towards the light it tries to find.

Lights

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Out from under

Into the out from beneath

Life and Death – lying side by side.

I see two bodies
Lying side by side,
Identical in form and appearance.

What is surprising is
That they look just like me.

So, now we are three of us here!

Recollections

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She speaks in Subtle Whispers

And

He shouts in Thunderous Tones

Be not deceived

Death never forgets.
Our sins will haunt and
find us out so beware
Be not deceived;
God is not mocked:
for whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall he also reap

Sentinel

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Bird of Golden Flame

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Warrior of Ancient Birth

Emergence

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Shadows Beyond Sight

Be not deceived

Death never forgets.
Your sins will find you out
and come home to roost
So, "Be not deceived; God is not mocked:
for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap

Life Breathing

Life Breathed through your Shade

Dichotomy

 

Whispers Speak as Shadows Fall,

Primordial Silken Silent Pall,

An Odyssey Called Life

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An Odyssey Called Life

Through the mists of time
My boat sailed up an unknown channel
Limpid was the river water
Between the willowed banks

Inviolate

Sight of Passage

 These are the eyes

Of an older madonna-

Eyes once mistaken,

Forsaken and seared-