By Charles Robert Lindholm
HAIKU: YOU ARE MY LIFE
EVERYDAY IS CHRISTMAS – REPRISE
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Everyday
Is Christmas
For Me
I Wake Up Each Morning
With Gifts All Around
But The Gift That Is Best,
Is The Smile In Your Eyes
On The Pillow Next To Me
Each Day Is A New Day
That’s Given To Me
With Surprises Ahead
And Now’s Yet To Be
The Seasons Come
And The Seasons Go
With Each Day For Me
Tied Up In A Bow
Each Day Is Christmas
A New Gift For Me
With Thanksgiving Blessings
When I Wake Up To See
Your Smiling Eyes
In Love With Me
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved
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EVERYDAY IS CHRISTMAS
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Everyday
Is Christmas
For Me
I Wake Up Each Morning
With Gifts All Around
But The Gift That Is Best,
Is The Smile In Your Eyes
On The Pillow Next To Me
Each Day Is A New Day
That’s Given To Me
With Surprises Ahead
And Now’s Yet To Be
The Seasons Come
And The Seasons Go
With Each Day For Me
Tied Up In A Bow
Each Day Is Christmas
A New Gift For Me
With Thanksgiving Blessings
When I Wake Up To See
Your Smiling Eyes
In Love With Me
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm
All Rights Reserved
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AN AWAKENING TOUCH
By Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin and
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
Our first touch–
with only your fingers
slowly brushing my hand
sent an extraordinary
jolt of electricity,
through my whole body
that I had never felt before.
The twinkle
in your eye
sparked imaginings
that lit up my soul
The smile on your lips
whispered to my heart
making its beating race
as a blush showed
upon my face
An unintended touch
that somehow came to be
as your fingers brushed my hand
and awoke a part of me
I never knew
was waiting there
I shared a touch of the new
and a lingering stare with you
and hoped
for more
Copyright © 2021 Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin And
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 03-24-2021
Another Fun And Magical Collaboration With Bree. Looking Forward To More!!
Thanks, Bree!
I AM BLESSED
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Every night I count my blessings
and I‘m thankful for each one
’cause I know I‘ve not been promised
I‘ll see the rising sun
Every moment is so precious
every day is special too
but the memories that I treasure most
have all been made with you
You are the love I‘ve longed for
You are my dream come true
and I know each day
that I am Blessed
when I wake up next to you
Copyright © 2015 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
There is nothing quite so wonderful as waking up with your BELOVED!!!
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A Valentine’s Day Smitten Limerick
I DON’T KNOW WHY
By Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin And
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
I’m not sure why
I keep on changing
like I do
I don’t know
if it’s good or bad
I really wish I knew.
I fear with all these changes
taking place inside of me,
others will only notice
the outer side they see.
I wish I understood
what was meant to be,
what’s the point in changing
if you don’t change with me.
Take my hand, my love,
we can grow together.
I will grow
and you will grow,
by my side
FOREVER.
Copyright © 2021 Bree Leto – Secretthoughtswithin And
Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved
Writing with Bree was a real joy and a magical experience! I was so pleased
to be able to collaborate with such a talented writer!! I hope that we will be able to continue
writing together in the future!!
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IN BETWEEN THE LINES
An Instant

In every life,
there’s a moment, or two.
The curve of your neck
out of that corduroy man’s shirt,
Burnt orange,
of autumn; passing of the old.
How unaware you were
that our child-like lives had just changed.
That’s not quite the right word.
They rearranged themselves
Into a new pattern, the right one.
Like random iron filings on paper
Which, when a magnet comes near,
Spring instantly into order,
Obedient to the
Truth of an invisible force.
.
Light house…
Love definition (Part 1)
And there she was,
Sitting on the silky sand enjoying the afternoon,
Watching the sun set over the mystic horizon of the Atlantic,