Secret II

Quietly the voice it whispered
barely audible it spoke
secrets only I could hear
way before the day awoke

Finger to my lips a promise
made and kept and honoured long
silence sang the words of knowledge
harboured by this ageless song

Christmas secret

I’m working on a secret
for the Christmas holiday
Industrious with envelopes
in a mysterious way

No-one knows the secret
It’s safe up in my head
and lips are sealed as rumour
like a Chinese whisper spreads

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Secret

2018-10-05

secrets they stand out
high up, pointed in the ends
in our lives, of spotted gold
in hurry, our nemesis in stone
eyes too close, will see not the end

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I LOOKED DEEPLY INTO HER EYES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Looked Deeply
Into Her Eyes,
How Could I Not?

Fighting Depression

Painted by me

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

HAIKU: INKED ON MY SOUL

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I have a tatto

Ocean of Everything

3 of 3 in the Jemverse ‘Ocean’ trilogy

It’s the ocean of everything
I know and hold dear
And I’m part of its essence
That much remains clear

But explaining just why
is a difficult thing
There are words and a voice
and a mystery to bring

I wonder what’s down there?

I wonder what’s down there, I thought
when wandering through the woods
The pathway looked mysterious
so I went there as I could
It took me to the undergrowth
the canopy complete
And showed me the dark forest
damp sod beneath my feet

THE SECRET

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

always leave them wanting more
no tears, no crying or sad goodbye
just whispered words, a warm caress
and a kiss they’ll long for ‘til they die 

Pretend Wife

A pretend wife am I—
My body belongs to you
But another man claims my soul

Silent Love in Distant Places

Monorhyme

Deep within and hid from faces
Drawing on the Father’s graces

Shielding Innocence

All those who have travelled this path before
A secret written in invisible ink taken to the grave
Testimony to heart pure as snow, a blank slate
Most dangerous place, vulnerable to temptation
Those who are bitten once, on their guard
Silence seal their lips, guardian angels they are not

Paper Heart

Cardstock

Glue

Strips of torn colored silk

Tiny silver beads

Feather found

On a walk

We took together

Lava Tunnel

Lava Tunnel

In a simple field, no different from any other
Is a clump of small trees with a dark secret
Amongst their roots, we tiptoe down a rocky slope
Into blackness.

Man’s Passcode

trees, rocks, sand
snakes, lilies, moss
bees, butterflies, sunflower
horses, bears, snow
parrots, hornbills, twig
lions, camels, desert

The Hallelujah cupboard

 

In the corner of our dining room
Unassuming, standing there
Is an old brown, two-door cupboard
With a secret for to share

A Little Principle

here I paint a little secret
essence of every relationship
strange, maybe hard to get
for moments that often flip

Will I ever know?

Will I ever know if you loved me?
Will you ever say those words to me now?
Will you ever tell me your secret?
I’m trying to figure out how.

Secret of Life: Haiku Form

Feelings, white icebergs
Thoughts, Stone Age stones lying bare
Uncover, rub, find

Our Tendencies

As I look back

A nature banal

Struck by what others lack

Tendencies universal

To gawk at a lack

Feel the emptiness

From a chide to flak

Chained by loathness

Hunger

 

I hunger for a sweet glimpse of you,

a primitive desire to consume you.

To take you, selfishly, ravenously.

I crave your touch, gentle fingertips

on my arched back, hands tangled

in my hair, lips seeking out every

crevice. Every hidden secret nook.