Triolet : 2018-09-09

songs in clay, by a quiet hand
have no voice, need no ears
to fill love when times stand

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Triolet : 2018-09-06

where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home
tables now jaded, speak no more
where do I hang my thoughts?

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windows now strangers
no candles to warm the time
where do I hang my thoughts?
when love has lost its home

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Break

Here waiting for the sunrise while I dwell in morning’s dim –
my harboring of hope is ill and sweating in its sin.

SHE WAS MY WILDFLOWER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Brought Joy
Into My Life
Everyday
And Because Of Her

Haiku: 2018-08-18

time a crooked glass
mirrors love, on hands of dirt
stained, for spotless ones

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Haiku: 2018-08-16

boats buttered, tender
satin deck to float the smile
words, on tongue’s oars

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YOU ARE MY FOREVER AND ALWAYS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

From The First Time
I Laid Eyes On You
I Loved You

It Was Love At First Sight,
And You Stole My Heart
Forever

That Moment
Was The Start
Of Me Loving You

Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

Walnut

poetry-surreal-trees-walnut-writingasitcomes

Poetry dances me,
with its incorrigible vice.
In the beauty of silence
naked jawbones crack,
a fleshless shudder.

I’VE TRAVELED SOME WRONG ROADS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’d Know I Was A Liar,
If I Tried To Tell You That Life
Has Been Smooth Sailing
With No Storms Or Dangers,
Even A Fool Knows
That’s Not True  

Leaves

ladle long, long lessons
long laces, lullaby long
laconic lustre, lush lines
lisp leaves, lyrical lores

Fields of Lavender

We walked in fields of lavender
on the sixth day of July
On a summer evening
beneath a clear blue sky
Lordington near Chichester
high on Sussex hills
to watch the setting of the sun
A cure to cure all ills

Attention

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”― Albert Einstein

Oh! the things I would do

to make you see my way

I’ll be calm as a pacing river

flowing gently towards its

known fate,

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

39

Back in nineteen seventy-nine
all those years ago
With me in white, my bride in blue
we walked in sunshine slow
A promise made, sealed with a kiss
the entourage they laughed
and in that moment, with applauds
we were wed at last

Typhoon 7

Why don’t you come back?
The day is not yet dawning,
The sun has yet to start shining,
And as far as I’m concerned,
There’s no evidence it ever will.
So why not come back to bed?

Why don’t you come back?
Dark grey clouds still cover the sky
Which has been sobbing since yesterday,
And shows no sign of stopping soon.
Mother Nature is under the weather,
So why not call in sick today?

Putty

“Even the most
beautiful
of the stars
are taken
for granted
night after
night.”
― Veronika Jensen

My heart is 

broken,

smashed,

squelched

countless

times

broken,

shattered,

splintered 

in million pieces

it has suffered enough

no amount of assurance 

and a lesson in life 

can keep it 

from 

shredding,

tearing,

breaking

How do you survive?

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I want to feel
Your head upon my

SOMETIMES THERE IS NO FOREVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Things
Aren’t Meant To Last Forever
And We Are Just Supposed
To Love The Moments,
Save The Memories,

Incomplete

The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

Memories

Soft murmurs in my soul

those fleeting whispers

which drowns the cacophony

of my tumultuous mind

a break, rip and a tear

here and there

and emotions come flying

out like the caged birds,

Karma

Newton Ranaweera

Fools say it’s our karma,
An unforeseen dharma
We two, nocturnal lovers,
Feast with bats, cats and owls
that succumb to this dharma.

Meeting

Newton Ranaweera

Through the tree tops
Moon peeped,
tiptoed
to a window,
knocked softly
and hushed
to keep his promise.

Flower

I held a flower in my hand
Delicate, whole, perfect

Breathing in Still Life

Hold strong to here and now, we have found home

our hands clasped and arms entwined in grace

WHAT’S THE LAST MEMORY YOU HAVE OF SEEING YOUR DAD?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Father’s Day Is Meant To Be A Time For Us To Spend Some
Time With Our Dad’s On The Third Sunday In June!   A Time To
Gather The Whole Family Around For A Barbecue And Good Old Family Fun And

I WILL NEVER BE A STAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Never Be A Star
A Celestial Body
In The Midnight Sky
Sending Out
Rays Of Light
Across The Vast
Universe

Autumn-Takes away a piece of me

I stand here

barren,

naked,

those leaves on me

keeping up the

decked up pretenses

trying to satiate my

inconsolable heart

not to lose hope

and lose that spark