PRETENDING DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have a hunger
I have needs
we are different
and it’s sad

I am happy if
what I am to you
is enough
to satisfy you

but sharing
time and space
and just caring for
each other
does not fill me up

TIME WITH YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

time with you
is such fun
it’s so easy
to be with you
and it’s such a joy

every second
packed with
as much activity
and fun as possible

like a kid
in a candy store

CHOCOLATE TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Chocolate

if you’ve never had it

you never miss it

but once you’ve had it

you miss it

 

you are chocolate to me

and I miss it

MY LIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

like a raptor chasing lunch

or a missile locked on target

zooming into you

would be so easy to do

it’s a basic instinct

of my gender

 

but I’m not

a hunter seeking prey

I’ve never ever

been that way

BIRTHDAY WISH 1996

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I don’t remember

any of my other

47 birthday wishes

but this year’s wish is different

 

I will always remember

my birthday wish for 1996

SEASONS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

life before you
I was six when you were born
growing up in different parts of the country
tender shoots in springtime
no way of knowing we’d ever meet

becoming friends
looking forward to spending time together
talking, going places, learning to care

becoming lovers
sharing the intimacy of our bodies and souls
bonding together in the rush of oneness

DANCING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

dancing to the music
you always lead
you call the tune
I always pay

dancing to the music
partners in fantasy

THE KEY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

she wants to keep the key
it seems rather strange
since she’s left
            the city
                        the state
                                    and me

she needed to distance me
            with time
                        with miles
                                    with an affair

We Are Connected

Credit : my own : en route to America via Korea

Passengers on a journey to a place they must go
They talk about things no one else will know
Weave a story and maybe add some spice
To make their simple lives seem quite nice

AN UNNAMED MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She speaks to me
in the middle of the night
I wake to the silence
and hear, “You must write”

She tells me
of words
and makes them so clear
as She whispers

SHINE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The shine from the sun
lights up the day
the shine from the moon
lights up the night

Does the moon care
that it only shines
reflected light?

TORN

By Charles Robert Lindholm

STRAINING                                                          

            DESPARATELY                                                   

            FUTILELY                                                 

               TRYING TO HOLD ON                                                          

               BUT THE WINDS OF REALITY                                                     

               BLOW                                                       

               TOO HARD                                                         

               TOO STRONG                                                    

               THE TENSIONS ARE                                                 

               TOO GREAT                                                       

            PRESSURE                                                

                 DEMANDS RELEASE                                                          

ARE YOU MY ADAM? AM I YOUR EVE?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Are you my Adam?
Am I your Eve?
or just a fool
who’s been deceived

MONSOON SEASON

By Charles Robert Lindholm
  

Your leaving me is like a monsoon season
Constant thoughts of you
                                     pounding
on the tin roof of my mind
day and night
                    like water torture

TOUCH JUNKIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I am a touch junkie

I love to be

          held

          kissed

          rubbed

          massaged

          hugged

          loved

          have my back scratched

          played with

A SPECIAL TIME WITH HIM —–(A REMEMBRANCE OF DAD)

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I PLAYED THE PIANO SOFTLY
TO AN OLD TIME GOSPEL HYMN
IT SEEMED TO BRING DAD’S MEMORY BACK
IT WAS A SPECIAL TIME WITH HIM

I WILL LET MY HEART LEAD ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 

My heart has been searching for a long time

wandering along on the roads my head chose

 

an unwitting and unwilling companion

to the choices that were made

along the way, without a say

from my heart

MY SWEET DREAMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

We used to make sweet memories

but now I’m making none

every time we danced

you always held me tight

but now I hold no one

THE EARTH KNOWS SHE’S SICK OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The earth knows

she’s sick of us

volcanos cough

a rain of tears

the wind blows

and the earth knows

she has a cold

HER “FINAL SOLUTION” FOR US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Separation

Deprivation

No Calling

No Contact

No Caring

SHE KNEW ME TOO WELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

She had no fear

that I would run

she had no shame

for what she’d done

THE RELUCTANT POET

by Charles R. Lindholm  

NOT FOR FAME AND FORTUNE
HE HIDES HIS GIFT FROM SIGHT
NOT BELIEVING IN THE TRUTH
BUT STILL HE’S FORCED TO WRITE

A TIDBIT OF AN INSIGHT HERE
OR AN INSPIRATION THERE
A FUNNY THOUGHT, AN INNER FEAR
A DREAM OF LOVE OR A SIMPLE JOY

HOME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it started out so wonderful
and ended up as home
no bricks, no wood, no mortar
no insulating foam

COBWEBS

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

I never notice the cobwebs
in my mind
until my eyes are closed
and my soul is silent

being busy keeps me
from noticing the tiny things
the things forgotten
the things left undone

I FUMBLED WITH MY SMILE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’re supposed to be brave
You’re not supposed to cry

but I fumbled with my smile each time
I was forced to mumble, Hi! 

A SNOWFLAKE ON HER TONGUE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I think back

to the days

when we were young

and we caught

snowflakes on our tongue

IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

If the truth be told

I would say too much

I would tell You everything

that’s been hiding in my heart

MY DREAMS, HER DREAMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

My dreams

are not her dreams

Oh, but I wish they were