TIC TOC A LITTLE FASTER, CLOCK

By Charles Robert Lindholm and Linda Luna

Tic Toc-ing clock

please move faster

and stop torturing me

THE WORD WEAVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Quietly he sits
in the silence of the night
weaving words inside his head
by the flickering candlelight

His muse has shown him everything
in the grand design
so he weaves his words with subtlety,
with cadence, rhythm and rhyme

TORN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

STRAINING                                                          

            DESPARATELY                                                   

            FUTILELY                                                 

               TRYING TO HOLD ON                                                          

               BUT THE WINDS OF REALITY                                                     

               BLOW                                                       

               TOO HARD                                                         

               TOO STRONG                                                    

               THE TENSIONS ARE                                                 

               TOO GREAT                                                       

            PRESSURE                                                

                 DEMANDS RELEASE                                                          

ARE YOU MY ADAM? AM I YOUR EVE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Are you my Adam?
Am I your Eve?
or just a fool
who’s been deceived

MONSOON SEASON

By Charles Robert Lindholm
  

Your leaving me is like a monsoon season
Constant thoughts of you
                                     pounding
on the tin roof of my mind
day and night
                    like water torture

TOUCH JUNKIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I am a touch junkie

I love to be

          held

          kissed

          rubbed

          massaged

          hugged

          loved

          have my back scratched

          played with

THE IDEAL MATE

—-THE DARK DAYS—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s beautiful to look at
her legs are long and sleek
she’s got the kind of body
that any male would seek

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

I love it

when you come

to me