Once many years ago a girl and a boy in the pottery room with some clay had a play fight, threw some and laughed fell in love with each other that day Grew into soulmates, kindred spirits to last got married in the summer and then saw many years together as one and best and inseparable friends So here in the year of the water rabbit and forty-five valentines later the boy to the girl in their sixty-fourth year knows their love is now only the greater
Forty-five valentines
Back to i in the sky
Language of Substance
'For not' or 'not for' in juxtaposition two different meanings for intent or for mission Language of substance for writer and poet who will always exploit as it's they who will know it
Wednesday Sedoka
Wednesday morning and midweek meandering brings the curl of lips and knowing that the weekend looms with time for being me and for not suffering the fools
A treasure revisited
4 of 10 in the ‘Brittle 23’ series from Jemverse
Winter greyness seldom sun Brittle chill for everyone Daylight precious shorter now Nighttime lingers on somehow Yet still to find and bring some cheer Despite the chill a beauty here As winter hides but brings to fore a treasure kept for us in store
A CHRISTMAS MORNING MEMORY PARADE

By Charles Robert Lindholm
I
Sit In
Silence Wondering Where
All The Years Have
Fled
Christmas
Morning Memories
Parading In My
Head, With Santas In Red
Childhood
Days Relived
Moments And Memories
That Went By Too Fast
Fireplace
Flames, An
Old Man With
Coffee Cup Memories Of
Christmas
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All!!! Please use today to enjoy and relive the gift of Christmas Memories from the past!! And the blessing of time spent with family and friends – time is precious and life is too short!!
Chuck
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Of windows and gold (revisited)
Winter II
It came so fast, the iron chill as winter took a hold and shivering we huddled to hide from bitter cold Sometimes we would venture out for food or other things but mostly hibernation from the numb the winter brings
Overmorrow
Today's overmorrow Tuesday will be and the week will just have begun then two overmorrows thereafter we'll see a week that is almost done But three overmorrows, it's not long to wait if a week you need to pass by so take that to heart and you will find that time will literally fly
A National Apple Pie Day Limerick
It amazes me that so many foods have their own day. But I have found that some are inspirational and I have had fun writing a limerick for those special days that capture my fancy. And as I am a pie lover, I love a pie limerick. Here’s one more.
A National Pie Day Limerick
A Will Rogers Learn By Doing (Or Not Doing) Limerick
Delectation tanka
For mid-November a Sunday tanka I bring Five short lines of verse in thirty-one syllables for your delectation here
A National Fast Food Day Limerick
Uni sunt for summer
Where are the sunshine days now winter's cold hand clasps? Still there though faded now and weak as summer never lasts Yet there in the circle promise lies and breath bated with a smile knows with reassurance it will come back in a while
October Snooze
Down from fourteen acre pond in the valley by the Ouse I sat and had a sandwich and a sherbert and a snooze And yes, it's late October but you'd never credit that as the warmth in this fine meadow feels like summer for a fact There's no-one else around me save for sheep in the next field so I'm quite within my element in the heart of Sussex Weald
A walk in a painting
Went for a walk in a painting the colours vibrant and bright the artists' palette singing to me as a I swooned in this wonderful sight Reds and golds and yellows and pink with green in the background were there a wash of pale blue and a purple for depth conveyed by the artist to share
When I’m free
Friday comes and here I find myself in pensive mood so it would be a sacrilege and bordering on the rude not to seize advantage of a day when I'm not working and use it to fulfilment not of squander or of shirking
Something from nothing

It doesn't look like much I know but the satisfaction wrought from half an hour of crafting inspired by a simple thought is pleasing and in fact replete a sense of job well done working with just what you find whilst having lots of fun And that in fact's the essence of what this allotment brings to each of us as time we spend down here whilst growing things
Soaked
Just before the thunderstorm yellow in the sky as heavy black clouds gathered ominous on high And then the heavens opened and from it buckets came as underneath the waterfall we got soaked by rain
Of oak leaves, glass and talented soulmates
Juxtaposition
We found it there neglected and sadly overgrown bindweed and brambles covered it forlorn and on its own But that did not take long to go and banish it for good the thing to do and done because we really knew we should
Good cheer

I've probably said it and written it down in a poem I've crafted before Repetition aside though, I'll say it again as this is what writing is for A message in words with a syntax to flow off the tongue as one reads it aloud which as poet and wordsmith fills me with a joy of which (I might add) I am proud
Peace found
Had ten days last month for wonderful things to all bring a joy and pull at heartstrings Places to visit and things to see there taking photos to later re-live and re-share Ten days of staycation what more could I need when living in Sussex for this life that I lead? As Sussex has all the 'joie de vivre' I desire with its people and places and things I admire So whenever a moment affords this release I'm happy in Sussex as at home I find peace
Two thousand years

Two thousand years of weathering this column's stub has seen in situ still in Sussex where in all that time it's been A testament to Roman skill and craftsmanship to see that though but just a stub remains it's here and long will be So, looking up to Bignor Hill this ancient land so fair I stood to ponder that a while and in that moment share
New lavender III
Its flowers were no more and it was definitely past its prime but it was going really cheap so I paid and made it mine then took it to the lotty where I gave it pride of place a new lavender for the herbal plot its presence there to grace And bedraggled though it may be I will nurture it with care as it promises next summer lots more lavender to share
Stopham Bridge IV
This place
Sat down at the allotment in late summer sun with a welcome can of ale the weeding here all done The no dog plots are looking good and our labour is well spent as everything is looking great almost as if with intent