Prenuptial

Marriage for the sake of love
Is doubling down
On a sunk-cost investment.

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40

Forty years ago today
I put my white suit on
The one I bought for twenty quid
in Jayson’s Menswear from
And the only tie I think I had
was a black one from my Dad
and a pair of his old shoes
I’d kept since I was just a lad

July

11 of 12 in the Jemverse series ’12 months II’

In seventy-nine
Forty Julys back
two kindred spirits wed
A fledgling love
grown stronger since
and deeper it’s been said

Vows, on Valentine’s

 

 

When God made husband and wife…

He was hoping that we would…

SMOKE SIGNALS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You Think Things
Are Going Well
You’ve Been Together
For Awhile Now

Promises for Life

The world is often merciless,
And loved ones dispense hate.
But you, my angel, came to me,
And I became your refugee.

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

Polar Bears

Can you still remember
That night in early September,
At the “3 cigs” pledge party,
On their decrepit couch?

How I drunkenly stumbled
Across the floor, and mumbled
An inebriated ice-breaker
About a polar bear?

USED TO BE

BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

We
Used To Be
Best Friends
Lovers
Married

But Things Are So Different

The Cosmos

When I was born, the Cosmos was young.
It’s exponential growth had scarcely begun.
As an infant, I learned to always ask, “Why?”
And the universe expanded with each reply.
Across the island of knowledge I began to crawl
And found not an edge or end, but endless sprawl.

Until, I heard something I knew was absurd.
Even though people called scientists avidly concurred
That the Cosmos was finite and several billion years old,
Who were they to limit what my universe could hold?
When, contrary to the revered “intellectuals’” thinking,
Visceral evidence told me, the Cosmos was shrinking.

#172 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Marriage Partner – haiku & photo

HAIKU: A FLICKERING SOUL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A flickering soul

HAIKU: I CAN’T IMAGINE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can’t imagine

HAIKU: YOU ARE MY LIFE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can’t imagine

HAIKU: THE LAST HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Yours is the last heart

The “A” Word

You wore a scarlet letter
At first I could not see

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