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MY BELOVED VALENTINE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Will
You Stay
My Beloved Valentine
Now And Tomorrow And
Forever?

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HER SMILE ANSWERED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When
He Whispered
In Her Ear
She Answered With A
Smile

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COME STAND WITH ME

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

Arrows,
Arrows
Everywhere,
Flying
Through The Air

Darling,
Please Don’t Stand,

CALLING ALL ROMANTICS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
Monthly Event,
Full Moon Rising,

Love Redefined (Part 2)

He watched me from a distance
I could tell from the shivers running down my spine
Though I pretended not to notice
My body and gaze remained stable
Even as my heart rumbled faster than the ocean's waves

I longed for him to paint my thin lips
With the truth in his tongue
Reciting his desire to know my heart's contents
The air was vibrating with a lust so thick
He didn't have to whisper in my ears
My body melted just from the heat of his calm gaze

As he moved closer to me, yet not close enough
The world seemed to be completely still
Not even the bees buzzed at the scent of the flowers
I wish I could turn my head
And let my eyes dive into the depths of his soul
But I remained fixed on the endless waters

I knew not of his existence till now
Yet i found myself drawn to him somehow
I imagined that when he spoke
His voice would be as raspy as the sand beneath my feet
But would still manage to soothe my fears at the least

My mind craved to kiss his intellect
My heart ached to nurture his flaws
I had "fallen in love" so many times
But this feeling was foreign to me
It had to be love redefined

 
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Love definition (Part 1)

And there she was,

Sitting on the silky sand enjoying the afternoon,

Watching the sun set over the mystic horizon of the Atlantic,

Candle-light

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What is it about the light of a candle…

Fields of Lavender

We walked in fields of lavender
on the sixth day of July
On a summer evening
beneath a clear blue sky
Lordington near Chichester
high on Sussex hills
to watch the setting of the sun
A cure to cure all ills

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.

The Shape of Water

we do not need words

we do not need a shared

written language

we have eyes that truly see

lips that speak a common tongue

a shared palate for the aroma

Fleeting romance

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”
― Oscar Wilde

Oh! how fleeting it was

how softly it made me blush

left my heart

feeling so sanguine

a feathered touch

Sheltered Rhymes

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

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In sync

When you take the lead

With your footsteps matching your heartbeat

Presence

Dance of the emotions

Catching of the gaze

Passing glimpse of the face

Fleeting touch of your hands

Making of a lover

With your kohl-lined eyes

staring at me

giving me those

tantalizing looks

that lovers only give

At Twilight…

Two figures on a darkened shore
down by the glistening sand
Out there in the distance
walking hand in hand

This is a time for lovers
with a new moon in the sky
As, on a turning tide, the waves
whisper with a sigh

How Now should we Handle these Water Lilies?

How now should we handle these water lilies?
One stone could break the sunset. I’ve a mind
to skip rocks, glide into a wade, feel beneath
with my bare feet, and leave you on the shore.
For night tiptoes, then jumps, weighing dusk in;
we’ve not much time, and this, is to my advantage.
In love, woman are ahead, and men behind; as luck
would have it, I am to be far beyond reach. I think
I may dunk into the blooms atop, and like a seabird
sail under you, as breaths waft alow heavy eyes.
Though by your height, your breath this late eve
has a clear path straight to my soul’s window.

My Old Book of Poetry & Prose.

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Poetic Junkies

Original KYLE T. DIBERT, DECEMBER 20th, 2017:

…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high