Giddy

Giddy with the love of you
While giddy with concussion

Change

The ocean’s waves come quietly ashore,
Then disappear as quickly as they came.
No matter what the sand was like before,
When water leaves, it’s never quite the same.

Coffee With A Side Of Pining

Sleuth of my loins keeps himself to the doings of sudden street crossings,
most irregular comings and goings, having an epiphany
at the ferry, realizing that he must go right now, hurry off to
dream of me, write visions of me, lay in a bed of uncomfortable need
for me, address my shadow, confess his most sinful thoughts to my coat
I left hanging on his peg by his doorway, his collar constantly tightening,
his hands constantly needing unwinding, his armpits

LINGER LONGER?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Linger

with me

in the feeling

Linger 

in the glow

Change of Heart

I thought I knew who I was

until I became

the person I am not

You

Your eyes are sometimes

All I can think of

When I lie here alone at night

In the bed we used to share

How you used to

Lie here next to me

STORM CHASING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

It’s better

to be chosen

Poem of the Day – Ahtuf Kontrol

AHTUF KONTROL

 

Feeling, swimming; entering an instinct

 

Polished glass chipped in fathoms

Chasms deep; dark and missing

ALL I EVER WANTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

All I ever wanted

was

what I found in you

Bunch of Faded Pictures Lost in Abyss of Memory

The wall is blank for ages now
Lost the habit of framing and hanging
Photographs on the wall
Modern technology brings
Instant attachments
From across the seven seas

Poem

Poem.
So many lines of verse
Holding a message terse
Hoping some will rehearse
To hearing ears.

At Last,1987

At Last

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Standing in a darkened hall

Hesitating, yet hearing your heart’s call.

At Last a kiss,

Oh what sweet release!

Will this euphoric feeling

Ever cease?

After rain

This morning the sky was sparkling blue

a pleasant change from the bleak grey hue

that the rain of the past few days drew,

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I wander out
Brain hazy and feeling run down,

YOU AND ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I had a dream

about

You

and

Me

Poem of the Day – AHTUF PATROL

AHTUF PATROL

 

Stale crusts, broken from edges of time:

Dry ripped and bitten.

 

Sitting in windows bleating

Whistling tunes to bar telling salesmen

Selling chisels for cleverly accounting wizards.

Scraping juice frozen on glass topped mountains.

Jack frost

Submitted by Eugene Brien Pacifico

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Jack Frost
Star Flight
Light Flash
To Glisters
Because if She glitters
Colours to see
Loons Noons
Moonlight lit
Candle Winkle Fickle
Winkle tickle Her
Up Stars to see
Our loons Noon Birdbrain

Impotent rage

Submitted by Jerry McWilliams
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Impotent rage, the blight of my mind.
The things I cannot change…
Never far behind…
Pressing forward anyway in a world of woe…

Do I Love You Enough

Do I Love You Enough?

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Another year has gone by and I ask

Do I love you enough?

Spinning, rushing through this life

Trying to be tough

Never falter, never blunder

Yet now I begin to wonder-

Do I Love You Enough?

Devout

Inspired by S.K. Nicholas prose piece Sweetheart

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I have worn my armor

so devoutly

buckled on thick titanium plates

donned my Templar helm

until only eyes

only mouth

were visible

REAL TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Separated by time and space

denied the warmth of Her gentle embrace

Her words they kiss me, though I know

I will never touch Her face

Poetry makes nothing happen

Poetry may make nothing happen, but poetry happens to me
Announces its first line as others worm into my brain
Poetry flows stuttering from head to fingers to paper or screen

Excited

I’m on my way to Gatwick
to board a big jet plane
which’ll take me up to Glasgow
on my travels once again

Melaka #7 – The Final Walk/Milles Crepe

Café mocha milles crepe, black coffee
Please.
You could use a water, waiter thinks.
Don’t care, my thought retorts.
I want bitter
Coffee,
Hot as the day
Mocha dessert
Laced with bitter espresso dust
Hidden by chocolate
Like arsenic in sweet lemon tea –
Just
What is needed
To solve the last problem.

An Empty Easter

Submitted by Morris Friedman

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I went to the hospital today
It was very very far away.
I had to check in at the nurses station
and sat in a room full of anticipation.
As I received the news,
I began to cry,
all they could ask is why?
They told me everything would be fine
I said goodbye and got in line.

Before Flight

I suppose it’s well enough for now

this departure from reality

It’s well enough for now

Descend to Resurrection

Descend to Resurrection

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Your face is but a memory

In the recesses of my mind.

I search each hidden corner

In vain yet hoping to find

FRANK

 

What’s the use of being frank
When your name is Ted
Driving through life like a tank
Not where you are led
Give again your tepid lives
Strictly to The Lord