Eurovision 22

Watching Eurovision Twenty Two
aghast with whoops and cheers
we watched as UK on the boards
got its first points in years
Every time a twelve was called
to UK, loud we hailed
for this history in the making
that our 'spaceman' had regaled
Yet, saying that, the public vote
to place the winning sound
was absolutely justified
when Ukraine's turn came round

Release

I'm sitting down in Obi's field
as the vice across my chest
has returned with bitter vengeance
so I really need the rest
I've found a lovely spot though
by the fence amongst the yellow
where I can sit and watch the
running of the happy fellow
And breathing deep the Sussex air
I feel the vice break free
releasing all the pressure
that this asthma brings to me

Camber Sands

For a birthday treat our children
took us to Camber Sands
a weekend at Badger Cottage
neath the sand dunes tall and grand
They'd all kept it a secret
but it's known and open now
as the six of us are here
with our dog cos he's allowed

Tri-Haiku XXXVIII (Friday)

And so to Friday
for a switch-off come lunchtime
into the weekend

And breathe deep, relax
soak up the fact that this is
deliciously mine

And so it will be
to use wisely and enjoy
pending the new week

Guaranteed

Never a dull day, an adage to hold
whether skies be bright blue or all grey
keep a smile on the face and a glint in the eye
is something to live by each day
Sometime it is harder than others I know
but there's always a place there to find
just a 'je ne sais quoi' or other obscure
to help you relax and unwind
And that glint in the eye, may it never fade
six decades truthful to me
so just give it a chance, try it out for a day
and you'll notice the change, guaranteed

Becoming rested

And so it was with week of sun
the holiday was true begun
and this no brainer not to shun
for it afforded hours of fun
whether walking or a run
many miles with evening done
for cooling down and sunset come
and no apology for pun
afforded by the words now spun
the rested and appeased become

Celebration

Wagamama's with my girls
midweek, a Tuesday night
feeling rather famished
so to do this was quite right
no particular reason there
but life to celebrate
so really you don't need one
when you've that to satiate
Having said that we all raised a glass
to several things we'd done
all good cause to celebrate
and the reason we'd all come

What life’s for

The Open House, a fine March day
with sunshine bright and warm
joined by all the Crouchers 
and some others per the norm
For we'll not stand on ceremony
and with open arms spread wide
welcome others to it
as we say this name with pride
Friends and family are important
as you'll often hear us shout
as these extra-special moments
are what real life's all about

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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#5 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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The free

I got up early
the sun was a blaze
it didn't feel much
like a day for a laze
so with coffee inside
I ventured out there
dressed up for the chill
as I still have a care
and greeted the day
as it greeted me
the sun as a tonic
to help with the free

The older me

In spite of rest the tiredness lingers
is this getting old?
a way of nature telling me
to do as I am told?
I'm slower than I used to be
and yet when sunshine beams
I'm up and out there bouncing
so I wonder what this means
Perhaps it's just a vestige
of the malady last week
and my bones just need an airing
to relieve the sigh and creak
So I'll put my best foot forward
use that energy to free
the youthfulness that's lurking
still inside the older me

Lost and found II

Hidden in small corner
I found something I'd lost
saved me there the hardship
of counting up a cost
for it was something precious
I hold dear to my heart
and which when separated
felt at loss when there apart
So now it's found I'm happy
reunited once again
continuity rekindled
as together we remain

The new me

New week and new me
at least that's the intention
as I don't want to dwell or
perhaps even make mention
of what this past fortnight
has been my malaise
which sadly protracted
itself there for days

As I'm mostly I think
a quite chirpy fellow
not given to stupor or 
times when quite mellow
inactivity rules and
the mind gather dust
and an ache of the limbs
like a mildew or rust...

Came up for air

I came up for air, been down there a while
it was getting quite hard to breathe
but at the edge of my sight
I saw a feint light
and knew I would there find relief

Tri-haiku XXXVII (Essence)

Yesterday it rained
quite persistently throughout
so inside we stayed

Today though it's dry
and the birds are singing sweet
songs about the day

So outside we'll go
to breathe in the world around
and feel its essence

Sorting through the years

Our house in turmoil this weekend
as boxes from the eaves
were sorted through by offspring
for memories that time leaves
Precious things forgotten
rekindled smiles and joy
a purpose served, remembered
by three girls and a boy

48 years

Nineteenth February time after time
and though 48 years, still etched in my mind
that overcast day and the falling from grace
from a knock at the door and a slap in the face
snatched the father away from the boy of fifteen
who in formative years was the worst kind of mean
and though time has healed the wound is still raw
so on this day every year he remembers and more
as he still sees him clear in his mind's eye and knows
that despite passing years the love never goes

Day songs

On the edge of a morning walking down from the bridge
I hummed a tune for the day
with my headphones on
I walked along
with a smile as I went on my way

Being me

Went to a gig
with no masks in sight
well, each to their own
and each to their plight
as although the music
was fantastic to see
Covid's still with us
and Omicron's free
so I masked right up
and tapping my feet
got into the music
in spite of the heat
safe in the knowledge
I'm as safe as can be
so I'll enjoy here the life
and keep on being me

Six

6 of 7 in the ‘Seven Haikus 22 series’ from Jemverse

Life moves ever on
Moments captured and cherished
Forging memories

Four

4 of 7 in the ‘Seven Haikus 22 series’ from Jemverse

I'll write a haiku
most days to capture what life
shows me of itself

Three Days

With darkness outside at the end of the night
I am tired and stifle a yawn
it is quiet and yet still I'm up with the lark
at this early hour shy of the dawn
And I have to say pleased it is only three days
each week that this I must do
as today I am feeling my sixty plus years
and would gladly these long days eschew
Just one more to master and then some respite
four days of a weekend in store
to chill and relax and slumber enjoy
before heading back for three more

Commuting again

Tomorrow I'm back in London again
commuting up there on the train
leaving at dawn when no-one's about
travelling daily again
There's a bit of excitement but also a doubt
as Covid has not left us yet
but I'm boostered and jabbed and protecting myself
so I've really no reason to fret

New Manbag

Got a new manbag for all of my bits
that I carry around every day
it's a little bit bigger than the one that I have
and is quite an improvement I'd say
The leather one's great but it's smaller you see
perfect for fine days of summer
but when you need space for several more things
it becomes a bit of a bummer
But now I have both and I'm happy as Larry
pleased as punch and floating on air
and yes I'll be using it every day
carrying it proud everywhere

Visiting my used to be

Once in a while those halcyon days
with an echo call out from the years
and with whimsy in hand I'll visit those days
of my formative smiles and my tears
I'll see in mind's eye with clarity there
the memories of what was once me
and though I still am and proud of the fact
it's nice to see my used to be

A kindness

It's not being selfish as sometimes you need
a kindness extended to self
a pampering here
for a top up of cheer
all to keep you in perfect health

And it's not just your body but your mind of course too
that needs looking after each day
mental health care
to keep you aware
and help you along on your way

Mother of All

trees mumble, sunken deep
on paws, held by silent hoods
loins of blood, hearts to keep
stars on teeth, deep in woods