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.

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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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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Dancing

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BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM

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LOVE

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.

Please, feel free to help an aspiring artist, writer, poet, and musician achieve his lifelong destiny for success. Thanks in advance. Kyle T. Dibert’s Book of Poetry

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

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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HAIKU: YOUR EYES WILL TELL ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Your Eyes Will Tell Me

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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GOOD TIME LOVERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

good time lovers
love the passion
good time lovers
love the dance

Home

I fell asleep in your arms

And I heard you whisper, “sweet dreams angel”

I didn’t feel scared or alarmed

Cause to me you were home

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By Charles Robert Lindholm 

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THE PRINCESS AND THE VAGABOND

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

she lives a life of splendor
with white knights and prancing steeds
while I live like a vagabond
content to meet my needs 

the princess lives in fairy tales
high romance and fantasy

Your Kiss

You plant a kiss on my lips
and inside my soul you grow
lush gardens of swaying trees
and exotic flowers only you would know

THE ENDLESS WISH

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

THERE ARE ALWAYS GREENER PASTURES                         

     THERE ARE ALWAYS BIGGER FISH                        

     BIGGER, BETTER, DIFFERENT                      

     IT’S CALLED “THE ENDLESS WISH”                      

                               

     AN ENDLESS WISH FOR FANTASY                         

     AND ROMANCE ON DEMAND                     

TWO FOR ROMANCE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it takes two to dance

and so too for romance

real love needs real people

THE IDEAL MATE

—-THE DARK DAYS—-
By Charles Robert Lindholm

she’s beautiful to look at
her legs are long and sleek
she’s got the kind of body
that any male would seek

Of Chincoteague and Longing

You have the makings
Of a mustang, long legs

And long neck. Veins
That bulge in the noontime,

Blue as sapphire under
Moonlight. Your auburn mane

Pink Rose – Haiga

Rose Petal’s Kiss – Haiku

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Loves Intoxication: Haiku

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Sighs thunder Within

Loves Sweet Intoxication

Yet only with You!

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