The “A” Word

You wore a scarlet letter
At first I could not see

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Pretend Wife

A pretend wife am I—
My body belongs to you
But another man claims my soul

Included

The things you do
I want to do with you
The places you go
I want to go too

HAIKU: IF MEN ONLY KNEW

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If men only knew

Two Become One

Man and maid
God did braid

Elusive Warmth

Here I sit
At my desk
Painfully
Giving birth
To another poem.

AS HE WAS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

tie ‘em
leash ‘em
train ‘em 

and fence ‘em in
because

Fickle Sanctuary

Please let me stay here
Don’t make me go
HE is out there

Going My Way

When first we met,
My sight was set:
I knew where I was bound.
You said your aim
Was quite the same,
And pretty soon I found

For Better or for Worse

Sometimes I cannot remember
What I said to you yesterday,
Or even a minute ago.

THE RULER’S RING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Little Boys, oh

You don’t stand a chance

You think “You’ll be the Man”

But You ask Her to dance

 

You think that You’re

The Big Man

but before too long

you’ll see

it isn’t Her who’s asking

or down upon one knee

WOULD YOU MARRY ME AGAIN?

—-THE DARK DAYS—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

It was a simple little question
with an answer – Yes or No
but I had to hear her answer
and my heart just had to know
 

The Dreamy Glow

where lights bend not

when fires lose breath

where tears reach not

when leaves miss a hum

 

A “Spouse Texting” Limerick

The backspace button’s a valuable tool.
It can prevent you from acting the fool.
Before you hit “send,”
It’s best to pretend…
And comply with the “spouse texting” rule!

For an instructional video – see more

Soulmates

Poetry Challenge: Valentine Poem

Cupid’s arrow may for most
be secret on this day
when anonymity prevails
in messages we say
But for me the message is the same
with thirty-eight cards done
‘I love you more and more each year
For me there’s only one’

Cord of Three (Valentine Challenge)

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem

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Ruth 1:16  “And Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest I will go: and where thou lodgest I will lodge; thy people shall be my people , and thy God my God.”

(Happy Valentine’s Day, my love!)

A Cord of Three

Looking back through the years

Through the laughter and the tears,

Standing forever by my side

Standing together, husband and bride.

I’m none but a slave

What am I if not a slave?

I cook, clean and mourn;

I wash, sweep and weep

from dawn to fall of night.

 

I do nothing but cooking;

I cook all day,

three times a day,

from dawn to fall of night.

Culture Shock

On a blissful spring morning,

when I wedded this sweetie, then twenty and flirting,

I was blessed by the birds with their melodious chirping

and a ‘host of flowers’ still blooming.

 

On One Knee

You look at me,
with eyes full of light
Like a hundred windows to your soul
opening so bright.

You smile, and I,
struck with such unparalleled beauty,
cannot but smile at your pretty face
as the sun behind us fades.

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Pretty face
Sewage beneath,
Habits repeat
Trapping you inside,

Love’s Passage

Unexpectedly, as flowers in spring.

That unfold the day before…

My love is full.

——

Another Chemistry Lesson Limerick

I’ve read a lot of online dating profiles. They fascinate me. To my naked eye, there are two things that women are looking for in a man – chemistry and an income greater than $100.000.00. I have to admit that would be a nice two team parlay.

A Borscht Belt Senior Sex Limerick

I find the punchlines for my limericks in a lot of different places. My friends supply most of them. But current events and television provide many opportunities to hear something that just begs to become a limerick. This ditty came from TV.

I was watching JLTV (Jewish Living TV). They were showing a program of “classic” Jewish comedians and I turned it on in the middle of an old Borscht Belt routine being performed by a comic I didn’t recognize. He was doing his shtick with a “Jewish” accent, pronouncing his “s’s” like “sh” and his “w’s” like “v.” He looked familiar, but how could he not? He kind of looked like me and a whole lot of other Jewish guys I know – chiseled ethnic features (big nose and bushy eyebrows) and a chrome dome (bald).

Kindred Spirits

We are of kindred spirit
my soulmate and me
developed over passing time
and living by the sea
Our love it has grown deeper
over eight and thirty years
with lots of laughs and smiles
and on occasion, tears

Marriage

Your thoughts
Hold them, exposed high
So I can see

My feelings
See them, worn low
So you can hold

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Sound O Love – form writing

A smear of clay

Poetry challenge: Valentine poem

It started with a smear of clay
all those years ago
when two hearts began to beat as one
in a college studio

Epithalamion -Valentine challenge

 Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.


Moon dust pervades our lives
Giant steps were what we took
When we started aged seventeen
We have spent happy times on this moon