Quiet Times

These quiet times
in morning light
when there is no one
else in sight
Just birdsong from
the hedge and tree
and peace and quiet
and only me

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HAIKU: A PROMISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Promise

At one

On the old oyster beds
as a tide at mid-ebb gurgles
and glints in the midday sun
Seagulls play and water shines

3 LINE TALES – WEEK 106 – MY SOLITUDE

photo by Samuel Wong via Unsplash

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Take Pride In What I Do, In Who I Am And Why I’m Here

Pyramid to sky

The inverted pyramid ceiling
Friends Centre, Euston Road
Reached up to an iron sky
(the window up there showed)
Rain pitter-pattered gently
with peace upon the place
as I turned my eyes up skyward
with a smile upon my face

Divergent Thoughts: Set of Haikus

In the name of God
Millions tortured, maimed and killed
Still preach the gospel

The prophet of peace
Followers kill in his name
Mute spectators all

Sheep may safely graze

Bach, three hundred years ago
wrote an aria for some sheep
with words by Salomon Frank
full of meaning, rich and deep

Sheep may safely graze and pasture
and they do still to this day
as we approach the roundabout
down here round Shoreham way

AN OBSTACLE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have an obstacle
to achieving inner peace

I do my best to attain
inner tranquility
each day   

HAIKU: MY HEART’S CATHEDRAL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Votive Candles Burn

CHRISTMAS HAIKU: YOU KNOW IT’S CHRISTMAS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You Know It’s Christmas

Petals of Peace

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For every serenading blossom

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let there be hope in the leaves.

One Star

One Star
Intense, so bright
Lit up the world
That Holy night

Babe in a manger
Where Heaven met earth
Shepherds in wonder
Scores of angels rejoiced

HAIKU: CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Every Day

Slumber

The candle and the music
of an evening warm inside
Slumber slowly beckons
as the day and night collide
And as my pen finds solace
with a verse to capture this
with music an encouragement
I slip away to bliss

LIFE IS A JOURNEY

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

each day is like a journey on a frontier trail
the fellow travelers change depending on the
time, place and destinations
fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives,
friends, relatives, classmates and coworkers come and go 

Prayer

 *Alliteration Poem – Prayer*

2nd Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Pray palms, pray pines
Pond, pelican, pink plumes
Ponder plaintive pebbles
Ponder pensive parrots
Psalms, prophecies, peace,

Image: pinterest.com

Little Venice

Paddington Central, London town
a haven here I found
Little Venice, tranquil peace
despite the noise around
Ducks upon the water
Longboats moored at bay
A rather pleasant find
at the start of this fine day

The nineteenth floor

There’s a word I feel from way up here
One born of peace and more
‘Serenity’s’ more apt I think
up on the nineteenth floor

Moon

Alliteration Poem – Moon

26th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

Move mellow, move mellow
Make my moments melt
Mirrors, mist, melancholy
Memories morbid, meander

From time, to time

All the more
they say,
I switch back
in time ..

To times,
I have been on a high
with all the love
poured with joy..

Lord, I Need You

I’ve failed again. Lord, please forgive.
I’m dying, yet I want to live.

ANGEL TEARS FALL

By Fiona Renshaw and Charles Robert Lindholm

Angel tears fall from the sky,
As they lay watching from the clouds,
Saddened by the world they see,
They cry to see our fear.

Peace Has Vanished ( a Ghazal)

I had written this poem ( Ghazal ) a few weeks back in my mother tongue, Assamese, regarding the unrest going on in many parts of the world.  I gave a finishing touch yesterday and translated it to English.  This is not a literal translation. It is difficult to do a word by word translation and retain the ghazal format.  I am including both Assamese ( first) and the English version here.

Previously posted at my blog http://www.fleetingmuse.com on 8-22-2017.

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অশান্তি কিয়

সকলোতে আজি শুনো হাঁহাকাৰ,  পৃথিৱীত ইমান অশান্তি কিয়
প্ৰাচুৰ্য্যৰ মাজত শুনো আৰ্তনাদ, ৰাইজৰ মনত অশান্তি কিয়

বিজ্ঞানৰ আজি জয় জয়াকাৰ, পৰাক্ৰমীৰ শুনো উন্মাদ হুঙ্কাৰ
নৈতিকতাৰ পতন দেখি নিতেনিত, ৰাইজৰ নহব অশান্তি কিয়

চাৰিওদিশে দেখোঁ বাজে ৰণডংকা, জনতাৰ মনত কিহৰ আশঙ্কা
অজান আতংকবাদীৰ মোক্ষম আঘাট, বুজিছানে আজি অশান্তি কিয়

অন্তৰত জ্বলে দুঃখৰ অনল, চৌদিশে দেখোঁ  জ্বলে দাবানল
সৰ্বহাৰাৰ বিচাৰ নহল উচিত, নহলেনো আজি অশান্তি কিয়

বৃথা প্ৰলোভনত মতলীয়া ৰাইজ, বৈষম্যৰ জয়ধ্বনিত সদা ব্যস্ত
ধৰ্মান্ধতাৰ উন্মাদনাত বিবেক নষ্ট, পৃথিৱীত নহব অশান্তি কিয়

Peace Has Vanished

Peace

​Thousands and thousands

years done like my measly thoughts.

Yet, my mind turn, again and again,

Rebuking the Storm

This mother’s heart has been pierced.
“A soft answer turns away wrath.”
The rebuke sits heavily on my ears.

Break the Silence.

Look around to
see how the world 
engages to 
hold on to you…

From the blazing sun
to the midnight moon,
across the dusty wind,
through the calmer you…

Dappled

Last night the moon shone bright within
a sea of dappled grey
As speckled night clouds gathered
at the end of a hot day

Blue Five

Seven colours, seven days
It’s blue today for me
The fifth one in the rainbow
and the colour of the sea

A place as much a part of me
as I am part of it
which by its calming waters
I will often simply sit