I AM BLESSED

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 Every night I count my blessings

and I‘m thankful for each one

’cause I know I‘ve not been promised

I‘ll see the rising sun

 

 Every moment is so precious

every day is special too

but the memories that I treasure most

have all been made with you

 

You are the love I‘ve longed for

You are my dream come true

and I know each day

that I am Blessed

when I wake up next to you 

Copyright © 2015 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
There is nothing quite so wonderful as waking up with your BELOVED!!!

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WHEN YOU COME TO ME

WHEN YOU COME TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

I love it

when you come

to me

THE FIRST SUNRISE OF JANUARY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The First Sunrise Of January
Always Leaves Me Wondering
What Lies Ahead
Just Out Of Sight
Over The Horizon
In My Tomorrows

And Then It Leads My
Mind Back Over The
Last Year And
Way Back When Too

Recalling
Moments And Memories
And What If’s And
Might Have Beens

Things That Never Were
But Could Have Been
And The Happiness
That Was And
The Blessings
That I Have

Regrets
And Bittersweet
Memories Escape
Their Cell

Deep In My Heart
On The First
Sunrise Of January
Before Being
Escorted Away

Sometimes The Heart
And Soul
Need To Reflect,
Remember And Wonder,
So They Will Be
More Grateful,
And Happy During
The Coming Year

The First Sunrise Of January
Is The Demarcation,
The Ending And Beginning,
One Year Passing Away Into History
As The New Year Is Born

The First Sunrise Of January
Is The “First Time”
You Get To Make An X
On The New Year’s Calendar

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 12-31-2020 – 05:45 a.m.

Inspired By Sadje’s – One Liner Wednesday – Quote

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A JOYOUS CELEBRATION FOR 2021

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
New Year
Has Come To
Bury And Replace 2020’s
Memories

An
Extra Special
Celebration For 2021
Has Been So Joyously
Anticipated

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All Rights Reserved – 12-31-2020 – 04:30 a.m.

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HAIKU: CHRISTMASES PAST – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Christmases Past

INNOCENT DAYS ARE GONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Oh, For The Bliss
Of Childhood
When We Knew
Nothing
Of The World
And The Way
It Worked

HAIKU: LATE NIGHT TURKEY SANDWICHES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Family And Friends Share

HAIKU: SHIPWRECKS OF AUTUMN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Sail leaves down streams

SURRENDER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Last Act
Of A Broken Heart
Is Surrender,
A Final Letting Go
Of A Love That Has Died

#72 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

Ageless words

we remember

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THE BEST OF 2018 – REPRISE

A Look Back At The Reluctant Poet’s Best Of List For 2018
Thanks To All For A Great 2018 And Best Wishes To You For A Wonderful 2019!!

Thanks for being a part of my life this year!!!!
Chuck
The Reluctant Poet

A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

By Jeanne Marie – Women Who Think Too Much.Wordpress.Com
And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet

Sleep Eats My Hours
Like A Starving,
Desert Demon,
It Swiftly Steals
And Devours
My Most Precious
Moments In Seconds

I Awaken Each Morning
To Find Years And Years
Have Slowly
Slipped Away
In A Silent,
Unconscious
And Addictive State
Of Amnesia

HAIKU: AND THEN I WRITE POEMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My First Conscious Thought

Is To Take A Breath Of Air

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

This time last year II

This time last year
our bags were packed
and excitement it was growing
as we both knew
what we would do
and where we both were going

SHAME ON YOU

By Keza/Spiritedsoul And Charles Robert Lindholm/The Reluctant Poet

Your Words
Hurt Me,
Each One
A Pointed Dart

Aimed And Thrown
At My Heart
And Soul

Burning Words,
Like Hot Wax
Spit Upon My Skin

Your Actions
Showed Me Feelings
That Confused
My Tender Heart

Your Memories
Haunt Me
With Shadows
They Still Cast

Ever Present Ghosts
Whispering From The Past

Your Heart
Deceived Me
With Your Professed
Love

Like A Bee
You Fed
On Nectar
From My Flower

Promising
I Was Your
Only Lover

I Learned
That Was A Lie
When You Left Me
For Another

With No Good-Bye

I Still Hear Those
Ever Present Ghosts
Whispering From The Past

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All Rights Reserved – 10-10-2020 – 10:00 P.M.

Writing With Keza Is Such An Honor And Pleasure – She Makes It Fun And Magical!!

‘TIL WE DANCE AGAIN

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

In The Wee Small Hours,
In The Backside Of The Night
In My Dreams
You Hold Me Tight,
When You Come
To Dance With Me

Hand in Hand

we walked as if unaware

through youthful days

without a care

singing songs of sunshine

and daisy days

of are you mine?

hip-high in wheat-top sways

we walked through our youthful days

…O’Prunty 8/1/2020

YOUR WORDS MADE ME BELIEVE

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

Your Words
Made Me Believe,
I Thought You Were
My Hero
I Thought You Were
My One And Only

Yesterdays

I gathered all my memories
lest they faded to the past
No melancholy there
but I wanted them to last
For collectively they’ve shaped me
into what I am today
Precious to hold onto
as my tomorrow’s seize the day

1-Up; 2-Down; Side-to-side

high school prom we held hands
music thumping heartbeats
we danced sweaty palmed
next to each entangled pair

What do I remember first?

Is it the blackboard where I learnt my ABCs?
The way I tripped over my own feet, scarring my knees?

DAY OF INFAMY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Pearl
Harbor Memories
Day Of Infamy
Forever Etched Upon Our
Hearts

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This town of mine

Someone sent a photograph
of how it used to be
Shoreham when I was a lad
Evoked a memory

I’M THANKFUL FOR YOU!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I’m Thankful For You:

My Wife
My Children
My Family
My Friends
My Followers And Readers

Past & Present

Small boy on the beach
throws pebbles in the air
Can you see the circles spreading
Have they caught you unaware?

Small boy on the beach
chases waves that turn and fall
Can you hear the distant murmer
of that far off echoed call?

Small boy on the beach
walks tightrope on the groyne
Here is my mind’s eye picture
as past with present joins

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