February 12, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
Valentine’s Dinner
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February 12, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
We Stopped
For Ice Cream
And After Her
Cone Was Delivered
She Licked It Twice,
Then Turned To Me
And Whispered
In My Ear
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February 12, 2018
by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
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January 24, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Time Has Removed
Any Doubt,
About What It Was
We Shared Together
With A Soft Blur Of Years
And Faded Memories
Of The Ecstasy
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January 23, 2018
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
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December 28, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
It was Christmas eve
as we were sitting
in front of the crackling fire
as the clock struck midnight
when she
whispered
so sweetly
in my ear
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November 21, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I Wake Each Morning
With The Dawn
And Go And Put
The Coffee On
Then Come To Wake You
With A Kiss
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July 12, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
If we were younger
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July 1, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I should have let you
when you asked me
I should have told you
“Please don’t stop”
I should have let
your passions win me
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June 2, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I feel the river raging
I hear it’s mighty roar
wild and uncontrollable
like it’s never been before
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April 17, 2017
by braveandrecklessblog
It is rumored that there are 50 words
In the Eskimo language for snow
I ponder
Why are there not 50 words in the
English language
That I could draw upon
To describe that moment
When your bare skin
Touches my bare skin?
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March 4, 2013
by Ina
I look at you as you are asleep in your chair,
and I cry, for no other reason than my thoughts.
I notice how you hair is whiter now.
What if I am gone before you, who will laugh with you,
share your dark sense of humour, and who will be there
watching you sleep in your chair?
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