Reluctant Spirits

A woman I know,
a believer, told me
she saw angels hovering
over our house.
I can’t see them, but
it wouldn’t surprise me.

Sitting by your bed
through the long nights,
feeling you slip away
a bit at a time as the cancer
races through you,

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Hues of no colour

Submitted by  R C AVHINASH SHARMA

World astir with the vibrant colours,
Yet, I was painted in grey, dark-grey.
Closer to the hue of black than grey.

POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;

Contemplation

Quiet contemplation
A mind that never stops
Thoughts of how life changes
Memories.

Going Blind In The Sunshine

Watch my eyes, they dip and dive, my hand over my mouth,
my chin in my shoulder, away like the cold – it’s spring. Let’s go.
The trees are shaking off their bitter time spent contemplating their
poesy to sing. Now, they begin the music, green notes illumed
lightbulbs, they’re on. Let’s head outside into the ramose sunshine.

ARE THE IDENTICLE

Submitted by FeelPurple

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two journeys together,

one which is caring for kids as a mother,

collecting pennies for the future,

living and doing the daily chore,

cleaning and making the pancake batter,

duty

Submitted by Deb Whittam

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It was a ritual, it was essential
For it made the day complete
But he was circumspect
He knew he had to be discreet

POEM: Poverty

He stands on the median,
wearing a cardboard sign.
Politely asking strangers,
if they could just be so kind.

IN LOVE WITH A MUSE (MY CALLIOPE) – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm   2-24-2017   4:50 a.m.

 I wait for her each morning

in the backside of the night

in the final hours of darkness

just before, the dawn’s first light

 I long for her arrival

so in darkness I can see

and I listen like a lover

to her whispered words

for me

Take A Step

I am never sure where my mind will wander
At times I feel that I am in complete control
Other times it wanders as if it was not mine
Leading me on a journey into a black hole.

‘Que sera, sera’

“What would come, would come…and you would have to meet it, when it did.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

I would have moved mountains for you

I would have plucked all the stars

to line up

on the freckles on your face

The Poor Man

Submitted by hitalot879

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Today I stand on the outskirt of town
shiny brow
take out the towel
a decorated mast
to overcome each task
the gift of liquid courage
lines being drawn in the sand

HOPE

Submitted by Frederick Calovich

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Have you found what you think you have lost?
What has been, do you think the cost?
Since the world seems so full of delight,
Have your ears and eyes been so closed tight?

When you think about these things in kind,
Are there others things that come racing to mind?
Have you been walk-about in a fog or a haze?
Or do you just follow the latest craze?

INTIMATE INTENTION

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I  Arrived At The
Midnight Oasis
Around Eleven P.M.

She Swims The Night

She swims the night; the street is her sea. The street is her wave,
that clashes and eats at her tired soles. Unmarried women
don’t walk alone, so she dares it – whispers, Come on, breathy anxious
with wheels going round in her inner life. The troglodytes remain
shut up in their homes, rectangular mirrors smiling in their eyes.

DEVIL OR ANGEL?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Devil Or Angel

She Can Be Either To Me

the blade ain’t near my wrist

Submitted by cazcrown

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Fucking demented but the blade ain’t near my wrist

Impossible to bleed over someone who gave me a tight fist

That was never real love

Just a mother fucking disaster I had to rise above

two journeys together

Submitted by FeelPurple

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collecting pennies for the future,

living and doing the daily chore,

cleaning and making the pancake batter,

doing everything to make life better,

The Handrail

Submitted by Colan Hiatt

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A handrail for the steps was installed
In the house many years ago
Another of the basic things
To aid when up and down we go

Standing Under Understanding

 
 

We can try as hard as we might to comprehend life
Dreams always seem to be goals worth our pursuing
However feelings always seem to get in the path
As we struggle to get to the point of understanding.

HERE’S THE PLOT OF A HORROR STORY YOU MAY END UP LIVING!

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Perhaps, You Are Looking Around For A Scary
Plot For Your Next Post Or Book

Well, Here’s One That “Should” Scare The Daylights
Out Of You And Anyone Who Has A Blog And Doesn’t

KITTENS AND PUPPIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Kittens And Puppies

YOU KNOW MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard Me
Reaching Out To Her
With The Words
I Whispered
Softly Each Night

On Dying In A Mass Shooting

Submitted by Joanne Olivieri

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Bloody Chaos

The door swings open
rapid fire storm ensues
my body hurls to the ground
chaotic screams
deadly thunder pops
permeate bitter air pockets
and I lie still.

Fiery Wholeness

Submitted by  Frances Elaina

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Erase me

Drain me

Fill you

With the stillness

In my soul,

Take it away.

Stay Up

They glare, the lanterns of the city, the rooftops lit with minds
that cannot sleep, with eyes

that will not close, and mine are along, the plung
of neuroticism; rest rises up and sudden there’s the tug. We’re
hot, a blade in need of pounding, the urge
to spin, lofty dreams, haggard visions, twisting
our teeth like screws. But the builders build. The makers make.

UNINVITED MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Have My
Favorite Memories
I Always Remember
To Take Along
When I Dream

A STARRY NIGHT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Starry Night Shines

As We Watch The Majesty