The zest that gleamed

In the quiet a moment reconciled
as with some whimsy there I smiled
remembering my inner child
and captured it as memory filed

In the quiet before the day had started
I pondered brief what had departed
recollections I had started
some replete and some half-hearted

In the quiet as sunshine outside beamed
I knew within that what had seemed
to be a moment I had dreamed
was actually the zest that gleamed

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Wise words at the Lion & Lobster

Met an old friend at the Lion & Lobster
he retired ages ago
but at the toss of a coin fairly soon I will join
and pensioner days I will know

But I'm not there yet at the Lion & Lobster
I'm still working you see
Though I'm still a great fan and am making a plan
and a pensioner soon I will be

ANY EXCUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Any Excuse

to write

a poem

is a good one

Isn’t it?

JUMBLED UP DREAMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 

I wake up suddenly

in the middle of the night

or is it morning

before the dawn’s early light

 

Dragged from deep, deep sleep

THE RULER’S RING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Little Boys, oh

You don’t stand a chance

You think “You’ll be the Man”

But You ask Her to dance

 

You think that You’re

The Big Man

but before too long

you’ll see

it isn’t Her who’s asking

or down upon one knee

Fading now

It's fading fast but still remains
a shadow of its former shine
and yet this forlorn memory
is something I still cherish, mine

For though its owners are long gone
and its superstructure fails
there are some precious memories
which passing time quite oft regales

Broadband Blues

We've been without broadband for several days now
it's amazing how much we depend
on a little box there
on the shelf unaware
of the service its brings as a friend

And yes (quite surprisingly) that's how I'd describe
the service we get from that thing
inanimate yes
but take a wild guess
on how much every day it will bring

AN IMPROVISED LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   

 An improvised life

no following footsteps

like the rest of us

it’s not what we’ve heard

professed to us

Paperchase

Paperchase closing so I got new pens
as it seemed the right thing to do
besides there's the fact that your stationary store
is never enough quite for you
And then there's the label that's there on on the box
to remember this lovely store by
so after the pens are spent and no more
I'll still have that to comply

(more) C’est la vie

11 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

I got to thinking
Life’s too short
for anything else
save that I ought
to do and think
and be about
and nothing else
there is no doubt

Never (ever) whatever

8 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Whatever you do, Whatever you take
Whatever you see, Whatever you make
Whatever you carry, Whatever you use
Whatever you give, Whatever you lose
Whatever you love, Whatever you cherish
Whatever you hold, Whatever you perish
Whatever you tarnish, Whatever you clean
Whatever you muster, Whatever you glean
Whatever you think, Whatever you feel
Whatever you break, Whatever you heal
You are, as am I, not simply whatever
But really quite special, so never say never

MEMORIES GONE ROGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I keep secrets and memories
buried deeply in my heart
the ones I treasure most
locked away from my mind

(a return to) Something interesting

5 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

Show me a colour, one that describes me
Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes
It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days
Curled in a ball and shivering,
It longs for a blue that paints the skies

I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette
One I have used many times, mixing over and over
as old and dusty colours
lend their way to young ones bright and new
Blending easily with the marks I have made

Footprints

3 of 12 in the ‘My very best’ series

In the sand we saw footprints that led to the sun
and we followed them true for a while
but then a distraction called from one side
so we scurried away with a smile

But the smile of distraction soon turned to a frown
and could never hold us for long
as we realised its shallow deception
and grew tired of its welcoming song

THE NAKED PIANO

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Sitting on a stage

in a solitary pose

like a model

with no clothes

 

No clothes

to hide the beauty

that we see

and the magic

that we hear

 

Transfixed

we cannot

look away

SHINE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The shine from the sun
lights up the day
the shine from the moon
lights up the night

Does the moon care
that it only shines
reflected light?

Back to Jem’s new hat

Penultimate (11 of 12) in the ‘About Brighton’ series

Wandered round in Brighton
brought a brand new hat
Blue to match my sunglasses
Sylish (that’s a fact)
Felt much like a rock star
walking round the place
with lovely Brighton people
and a smile upon my face
It only cost a tenner
but it’s not about the price
For Jem’s new hat is perfect
and it’s really rather nice

Paintings of A Jigsaw Puzzle

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Replete

Seagull silhouetted on the canvas roof
as we sat with cup of tea
in January sunshine there with Sal
and Holly, Grace, Wolfgang and me
He made a happy picture there
synonymous, replete
so I quickly took a picture 
making this fine day complete

Clarity V

Cathartic this wide expanse of beach
tide low under deep blue sky
just the tonic that I needed
as I wandered slowly by

Splashed winter boots in cold water
found a bright red shell
dragged my toe through the wet sand
with words I'll never tell

Tri-tanka XVI (lucidity)

With lucidity
lightbulb moments came to me
from left field this week
Caught me unaware but filled
the hole which had been growing

Waiting III

Sat in the hospital waiting room
there with Sal for moral support
on a very cold winters' morning
('cos it's the right thing and I ought)

Here for an eyesight inspection
post-op (trust everything's good)
'cos we're not as young as we were
and things don't work quite as they should

Song To Dream

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Wednesday Sedoka

Wednesday morning and
midweek meandering brings
the curl of lips and knowing
that the weekend looms
with time for being me and
for not suffering the fools

The thick and the thin

Around a table with Cluedo and Red Leicester cheese
with good conversation, precious days these
Laughter and merriment the six of us here
these are the days for which we all cheer
As it's all about family and closeness together
for the bad times and good, the known and whatever
For we all are as one, best of friends and of kin
arms linked with a smile through the thick and the thin

Opened Doors

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Heartful Love

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Power of Age

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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