Beeching’s Blunder III

Forlorn now this iron leads to nowhere
save to a shortsighted whim
synonymous to abandoned towns
where Beeching's blunder echos still

Yet testament still here they lie
as memory fades with brittle truth reminder
tracking to long lost connections
and a politician's gain

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Of this world…

A face lay there in eternal sleep,
No smile.
No frown.
I wonder,
“After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.

“Mine”

I own nothing
The ideas I present
The feelings I feel
The thoughts I think
And, the words I used
Or continue to use to express myself.
Everything, ever that has been
Has been through:
Absorption, assimilation, memorization
Recollection, repetition and more memorization.

NO GOODBYE KISS – FOR CORONAVIRUS VICTIMS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

They’re
Dying Alone,
With No Hand
To Hold – No Goodbye
Kiss

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 03-28-2020 – 9:45 A.M.

For all the beloved coronavirus victims around the world and those
who loved them so dearly,  and who’s hearts are broken!  And now must
wait for the great beyond for a reunion!!!

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Tri-haiku X (tears)

To open your eyes
as bright sparkles sting and fall
It’s ok to cry

Embrace my sorrow
But then tomorrow bring smiles
that I may see joy

As sometimes a tear
will fall from my eyes with joy
as something moves me

©Jemverse

Gone

When I was last in Cardiff
the old hotel was there
Boarded up and derelict
yet still with life to share

But now it’s been demolished
leaving just an empty space
Its bygone age has left us
with a sadness in its place

Joy Abounding

Collapsed into my garden chair
Melancholy wrapped my heart
I cried out: Life’s unfair!
But, gray despair would not depart

More than sunshine met me there
Warmth flooded the depths of my soul
Sadness ran as did every care
Rays of Love’s Light made me whole

Fighting Depression

Painted by me

“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they scream inside of your head”

Depression

Painted by Me

“The worst thing in life is not  to end up alone, but being with people who make you feel alone”

Living the Night

 “People cry not because they are weak, but because they have stayed strong for too long”

 

Yes, I am living the night

For the world outside

But there is a storm raging

In my world inside

 

Old shoes

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
—From an Irish headstone”

Lying on the top shelf
covered with layers of time
still, has their character
carrying their worries
from moments of time

I SIT IN THE SILENCE AND REMEMBER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I can sit in the silence
and remember
the moment
you told me
you were ready
to move on
to your
next life  

I am never gonna change

You and me

Once love flock

Now the time changed

We are together

Paint that peels…

You can’t paint a house with glee…

Cheer…less Brokenness

personal photo

Sadness blooms in the most unexpected places.

Tears, just Tears

(personal photo)

You can’t always win golden apples but that

Depression

Night is here and am ready to sleep

but my pillow is not ready to weep

Everyday it wipes away my tears

But every night I have my fears

I struggle each day to smile

Sometimes it seems forever, for a while

The agony doesn’t ends here

each new moment is a wear and tear 

Inside I fight a constant war

But again love is my only hope I am living for.

What If

What If

-Linda Lee Lyberg

What if

A heart is sad,

But can love just the same

waiting for the rain

never felt so uncomfortablein all of this life
as this drunken woman
to tried to touch me,
I wanted to exit the situation
exit the world
this life

lost the drugs

the girl

the will to live, even

this time

this time
I won’t let
your soul fall
into the sadness
you feed

this time
I won’t let you
hurt yourself
as I watch
you bleed

I Remember

I Remember

Life is full of so many blessings

that it is small of me to complain

about its challenges,

but I sometimes still do,

forgetting that challenges

are often the greatest opportunities

for growth and learning.

And then there are those

thankfully rare

other times

The Monster’s Return

My little daughter goes to sleep.
I hope that monster doesn’t creep
Back to her bed to say, “Hello!”
She tells me that it’s wicked, though.

May I?

If you’re going through hell,
May I be your drops of rain?
If in your sadness you dwell,
May I ease some of your pain?

If the world has gone black in your melancholic eyes,
May I be a your candles giving out light?
If you’re sinking deeply in your cries,
May I, for once, become your white knight?

Summer’s Child – tanka

Thoughts turn to summer
upon these cold winter days
and a part of me
hibernates and pines away
Here, bereft, cries ‘Summer’s Child’

A fall from grace II

Sadly now the Bridgewater Canal
a shadow of its glory days
is almost forgotten and hidden from view
in Manchester’s streets and broadways
Now twenty-first century pubs and bars
vie for trade where once it was steel
Nightlife and partying along its towpath
hide a wound that time cannot heal

A fall from grace I

There’s a boat on the river
that’s sad and bereft
For I’m sorry to say
there’s not a lot of it left
Abandoned to fate
several years ago now
It’s slowly been fading
from its stern to its bow

Amber Bird

Yellow
pillow, a sigil mark on the sheet;
carved in by
snotty daydreams, caving
longings, a sweat stain
by a beached mermaid on the mattress.
Noting every
slight,
wrinkle,
melancholy bathtub drama that

Poem of the Day — Classed Master

Classed Master

 

Tall as a jacked up bingo hall; he smiles

Scraping skin from a traumatic tender spot;

Sending a message to the trial

Smiling together with the congregation