PLUNDERING THE EARTH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Often Wonder

Why It Is Man Has No Shame

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HAIKU: AS SKIES TURN GRAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm And Karen Meredith-Lindholm

The Winds Blow Cold As

Robin in the fig tree

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?

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A waterfall
Pours down

The Bull

Went for a walk up on Mill Hill
and met some scary sheep
But although we had due warning
it was the bull that made us weep

For he was really jolly big
as nervously we trod
around him fairly gingerly
on Sussex chalkland sod

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The Lasshaar howl and moan
Playing among treetops,

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Wood smoke and cold air,
Moonlight clouds slowly slide along

Abbreviated Haiku #3

welcome
October
morning

Abbreviated Haiku #2

pale-pink flowers in autumn—
who knew

Abbreviated Haiku #1

excited
chatter above me—
treetop songs

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Resting in the grass
He watches me as I paint
Image I will sell.

wolf

image property of Carl Brenders

 

The Light

 

If only

intelligence were a storm

Triolet : 2018-09-25

Triolet is a poem of 8 lines in which 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and 2nd and 8th lines also repeat. The rhyme scheme of the poem is AbaAabAB

thoughts are clouds, let them be
too high for palms, too low for skies
whoever baked thunders and sea
thoughts are clouds, let them be

Adieu!

See the sky

shining blue

color of trust

in a game of thrust.

 

Gaze at the sun

shining bright

color of light

in a game of must.

 

Triolet : 2018-09-08

pebbles cast no dreams
in pain they glow
under belligerant streams
pebbles cast no dreams
a new heart cast off the seams

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Sinking my teeth into
Firm flesh,

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-09-04

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

sparrows
truth on their feet
a bed of chirps to dream
home where legs be, legs where heart sings

sparrows

Butterfly Cinquain: 2018-08-22

Syllable pattern : 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2

time turns
cotton to yarn
smoke to fire, fire to smoke
fingers to guns, guns to fingers

turns time

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Reaching for the sun

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Overhead grey skies

Haiku: 2018-08-11

symphonic voices
they fell before my ears came
after my eyes left

image: etsy.com

Acrostic + Alliteration: 2018-08-07

Life loves, life leaves
Immerse islands, immerse itches
Nights numbered nights numbed

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A torent crashing down
Beating down everything,

Typhoon 7

Why don’t you come back?
The day is not yet dawning,
The sun has yet to start shining,
And as far as I’m concerned,
There’s no evidence it ever will.
So why not come back to bed?

Why don’t you come back?
Dark grey clouds still cover the sky
Which has been sobbing since yesterday,
And shows no sign of stopping soon.
Mother Nature is under the weather,
So why not call in sick today?

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The gods fight
You can hear them batter and

Engulfed

 

 

Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

Summer Wars

The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.

The Oak

In the park there stands an old oak.
I know not how aged it is,
But it was here before I was
And it will remain long after I do not.

Every morning I pass by its thick trunk,
The oak waves its branches, goodbye.
And every night I drunkenly stumble home,
It’s standing still, in silent judgment.

Even when I dash past and miss its farewell
In the rush to catch the last possible train
To $9.50 an hour misery with no future,
I know the stoic oak is standing there,
Gayly laughing at my fleeting and meaningless struggles.