Corners

paint them if you will
nailed with your groans
bowls of time on the sill
clock’s tick, fishes moans

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From the silence

There’s an element here
in these words with an essence
as I capture my thoughts
from the past and the present
For me it’s an outlet
A poetic license
to say what I feel
with a voice from the silence

Thoughts

a new thought
now it limped over, green
eyes blown, puffed intents
a quiet cloud, a serene dragonfly

Finding words

This pen will find words
every day without fail
Whether I’m well
or whether I ail
For there’s always a nuance
I’ll want to portray
Of the life that’s around me
day after day

Aintree

It’s raining up on Merseyside
Aintree in the rain
Where I’ve come up from Liverpool
on an early train

There’s not much going on here
unless you are a horse
For here’s when the Grand National
is run on this racecourse

Tri-Tanka I (tanka)

To start this series
in thirty-one syllables
Japanese Tanka
A short song to bring you joy
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So here are first lines
Crafted by the poet’s hand
Found and captured here
To form and syntax structured
Voicing life in five short lines

Wedges

the moments I wedge
on these fine grooves
sculpted on vintage palms
hang on a tenuous shine

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Out here,

Where the wild things live

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It’s big and noisy

Tri-Haiku VII (music)

Here’s to the music
Through the years has kept me sane
and continues now

Here’s to the music
A melody for my life
wholesome to the core

Here’s to the music
‘long as I have ears to hear
It’s my sustenance

RINGS AROUND THE SUN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It Was A Birthday Gathering
With Cake And Lots Of Candles
Blazing On Top Of It
Waiting To Be Blown Out

Common Grief

A local story tells
of a dam that blocked a creek in late ’60.
The water rose, year by year,
seeped over a poor family’s
rocky homestead,
the one that was supposed
to be an assured future.
58 years under
the dark, cool waves,
bass and perch swimming past
foundation stones covered in mud and algae.
The loss of a dream
is a reason

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Humanity thrives

With words

At the bottom of the garden
in the sunshine with a beer
I have my little poems book
So why not? Whilst I’m here

Tri-Haiku IV (Change)

And as winter comes
I am yellow with summer
Sunshine in my mind

But as summer fades
Yellow changes into blue
Winter takes a hold

And as my palette
paints here a changing picture
the canvas moves on

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I like to play games

Light in my eyes

The Light Quartet captured
the year in four seasons
Each with a nuance
Each with a reason

Sometimes it is fading
Sometimes on the rise
But throughout the year
There is light in my eyes

Converse

I’ve been partial to ‘Chuck Connors’
since I was a lad
And mostly you will find me
with my feet in Converse clad

I have many different colours
Yellow, blue and pink
The oldest ones I had for years
Forty plus I think

I have ones I got on eBay
which I know are very rare
And some which are so vibrant
that folk will stop and stare

THE THRILL OF WRITING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Hear The Rhythm
Of My Pulse Beating
Between My Ears
As I Tap, Tap, Tap The Keys

Stranger in a strange land

Ventured to a wall of glass
with suits and conversations
much of which just passed me by
such was my motivation
For I was as a stranger
in a land I didn’t know
London’s dockland business world
with money there on show

The Circle II

This time of day it changes
at each different time of year
Certain little nuances
as morning time draws near

Thorns of Joy

Bed of roses

Bed of thorns

Thorns of life

Thorns of sin

Sin is the cause

Sin is the lust

End of summer Robin

Saw a Robin Redbreast
by the bike sheds yesterday
Reminded me that winter
isn’t now that far away
Yet now there’s still a warmth
on the breeze so it’s not yet
time to dig the coats back out
and scarves and jumpers get

Shocktoberfest

We all went to Shocktoberfest
up at Tulley’s Farm
to be scared witness in the dark
whilst keeping free from harm

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 1

Part 1 of 3

Cathartic the writing
the pen to the page
Words from the poet
the seer and sage
To capture life’s moments
like a photograph here
And bring to the reader
a little more cheer

HAIKU: A MORNING RITUAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Morning Ritual

Secret

2018-10-05

secrets they stand out
high up, pointed in the ends
in our lives, of spotted gold
in hurry, our nemesis in stone
eyes too close, will see not the end

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