A FAIRY TALE FANTASY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

He took my wife
like a  villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy

like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me

THE DREAM I DREAMED OF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

So many times I’ve struggled

so many people knew

I’d do the best I could

and somehow muddle through

SCAR STORIES – THE MARKS OF LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I SAW YOUR SCARS

BECAUSE I SEE YOU

BECAUSE I CANNOT

LOOK AWAY FROM YOU

 

YOUR HEART

AND YOUR SOUL

THEY THRILL ME

AS DOES EVERY

INCH OF YOUR SKIN

I FOUND A PAIR OF SPARKLING EYES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I looked across

my shoulder, left

and there

to my surprise

I found a pair

of sparkling eyes

and finally 

realized

 

Music From a Pale Mind

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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‘TIL WE DANCE AGAIN

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Wee Small Hours,
In The Backside Of The Night
In My Dreams
You Hold Me Tight,
When You Come
To Dance With Me

Together in the Distance

a
gentle
hum
somewhere
interrupts
the still-
ness
of a
lonely night,
and threatens to
distract me
from my
thoughts
of you.

I Wish to Be

I wish to be with you tonight—
When evening sky has darkness thrust,
While you and I are still robust;

The more I long, the more I fade…

“The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.
Breathing your air…. touching your skin…
… Saying goodbye….
The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.”

– Ranata Suzuki

Slender Thread

Different time zones

different continents

different days,

some days….

Different morn and night

hard to tell sometimes…

POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;

POEM: Poverty

He stands on the median,
wearing a cardboard sign.
Politely asking strangers,
if they could just be so kind.

POEM: Halomancy

Take hold of this bottle of simple table salt,
feel the surface both solid and smooth resting in your palm,
know that this salty white chemical mix is the spark of want,
Can’t you feel the pull of desire in the looks we share?

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

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Longing

Pintrest

You were so strong headed

 

I thought you will never leave my side

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For want of wings

the shortest distance

between two points

a straight line

the textbooks tell me

my restless legs

trace these strong diagonals

Charmed Life

Charmed Life

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Early on in her innocence

Grief became her recompense

Easing the constant pain

Finding comfort yet again

In the sweetness of her tears.

Only in My Dreams

Each evening as the sun goes down
I draw the blinds and pull down the covers

In the Park

He wakes up on top of me
Wearing the same tattered clothes,
As dank and filthy as garbage
On a hot and humid afternoon.

He slips away every day before dawn,
Before they come to check on me
And clean my worn out skin,
And clear my space of thrown out dreams
And rusted needles, still dripping
With the cheap thrills of last night.

Included

The things you do
I want to do with you
The places you go
I want to go too

HAIKU: ARE YOU A SEEKER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Are you a seeker

OLD TOY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m an old toy
up on a shelf
replaced by a new one
I’m all by myself

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THE SUNNY SIDE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I write about
the you I love
though in truth
I know it all 

the twinkle in your eyes

I HEARD AN ANGEL WHISPERING – A RESPONSE TO “RAIN ON ME”

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I heard an Angel
whispering the words
of Her poem in my ears 

tempting me
with the words
off Her tongue 

AM I YOUR RICH YOUNG RULER?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The rich young ruler
had asked Jesus,
“What must I do to be saved?”
and after every thing
Jesus told him
he answered, “I have done that”

then the final question
that passed between them
was from the rich young ruler
to Jesus

“What more do I need to do?”
Jesus looked deeply
into his eyes

Someday

Foamy water laps my feet as if to say hello
Wet sand crunches and shifts beneath my weight
Your sweet voice sings to me
Accompanied by the waves and shore birds