POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

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

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Paramitha

Newton Ranaweera

He tuned his plate of violin
to charm the handful of rice
remaining in the pot,
eagerly waiting to be served
to the first come.

Rice he had already had,
mixed with salt,
had had an unwelcome
greeting
when it reached
its rival, his belly so thin.

Going Blind In The Sunshine

Watch my eyes, they dip and dive, my hand over my mouth,
my chin in my shoulder, away like the cold – it’s spring. Let’s go.
The trees are shaking off their bitter time spent contemplating their
poesy to sing. Now, they begin the music, green notes illumed
lightbulbs, they’re on. Let’s head outside into the ramose sunshine.

POEM: Poverty

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

IN LOVE WITH A MUSE (MY CALLIOPE) – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   2-24-2017   4:50 a.m.

 I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

 I long for her arrival

so in darkness I can see

and I listen like a lover

to her whispered words

for me

‘Que sera, sera’

“What would come, would come…and you would have to meet it, when it did.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I would have moved mountains for you

I would have plucked all the stars

to line up

on the freckles on your face

The Shape of Water

we do not need words

we do not need a shared

written language

we have eyes that truly see

lips that speak a common tongue

a shared palate for the aroma

Dream Catcher

This piece was inspired by lines of a poem written by Auroraboros in response to a Three Day Quote Challenge.

 

dwelling in this

dark

delicate world

I have sat sentry

all hours of the night

listening, with intent

Since the Dawn of Love

Inside the hollowed halls of loneliness

Where nothing fills in the gaps

God calls us

With a unique voice that defines each life

Says:

DEVIL OR ANGEL?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Devil Or Angel

She Can Be Either To Me

Fleeting romance

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

Oh! how fleeting it was

how softly it made me blush

left my heart

feeling so sanguine

a feathered touch

Breakers

This mortal coil
is all aches and follies; in its foil

I did all
with my bestest smiles,

until your singing guile saw me
and lingered,

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Like a pin pierces

Feeling you around…

Painted by me

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.”

Nicholas Spark

KITTENS AND PUPPIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Kittens And Puppies

My Salvation

 

As I dance till my feet bleed
the sweat pour out of my body
as tears of my soul
I dance till I drop dead

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By Charles Robert Lindholm


A Soul
Seeking Another
To Share The Lust
Of Life And Love

Tanka: Morning Love

 

you awaken me

dove’s wing kisses on pale skin

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?

IF ONLY FOR AWHILE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Often Wonder
Wistfully,
Why It Had To Be
The Way It Was

A Chance Meeting
A Sudden Attraction
And Passions
That Set Off

OLD LOVE STILL REMAINS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Old Love Still Remains

In The Darkness Of Your Heart

LOVE NEVER DIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Love Never Dies
Though You Think It Has
You’ve Tried To
Kill Off Past Loves
And Memories
And It Seems
Successful

Question (Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

A Dance in the Rain…

Painted by Me

When you take me in your arms, i forget all my pain

Beautiful are such times that i can’t ever complain

HER MOSAIC HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He Left Her
With Her Heart
In Pieces On The Floor
Shattered In The Moment
He Said, “I Don’t Love You Anymore”

She Sat Alone In Darkness,
In Silence And With Tears
And Finally Found The Pieces
She Had Searched For Through The Years

She Rescued All The Pieces
Left Lying On The Floor
Her Heart’s No Longer Fragile
It’s Stronger Than Before

Sustenance(Micro poetry)

I blog at Megha’s World

HAIKU: LOVE IS BLOSSOMING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When Springtime Arrives

There’s A Feeling In The Air

Inefficient

I fail miserably to guard my self

my heart

my emotions

my eyes

which gives away

every single feeling

every moment

I spent;