Constant Singing

Came back to the beach
but I didn’t stay long
for instead of the sun yesterday
Out to the East it looked a bit grim
and the clouds to the West were all grey

Having said that this place
be it raining or shine
has a magic that constantly sings
So I’ll always return and sit here a while
whatever the weather it brings

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HAIKU: THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Joy Of Christmas Comes

Abbreviated Haiku #1

excited
chatter above me—
treetop songs

Middlesborough Singing

A long trip up north
six hours on a train
met when I got there
with wetness and rain

So I thought of the sun
and the warmth that it brings
as that’s always enough
to make my heart sing

A song for the way

5 of 5 in the Jemverse ’31’ series

We lost sight of our accordion player
as we wandered, singing our song
But he was just lagging behind us
as we slowly ambled along

So, reaching the base of escarpment
Fulking Village just ahead there to find
We turned and up there high above us
we found him in the sunshine

HAIKU: REVEILLE AND TAPS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Reveille And Taps

CONCERT

Alto

Third row

Middle

Practice behind me

Audience before me

The piano preludes

The conductor cues

MY HEART’S FAVORITE SONG

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

When my heart hears
your heart singing
keeping time
in unison
in a syncopated rhythm

Paper Promises

Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.

First Daisy

When I first see a daisy
in the sunshine I will sing
For it heralds Winter’s passing
and arrival of the Spring

The song of every ocean

I know you’ve probably heard this
many times before
And the last thing that I want
is for it to be a bore

But the song I hear each morning
at the beginning of a day
Is something I must shout about
in each and every way

Knowing Him

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His Voice haunts my mind

Fills my Thoughts and the void

Spilling in Rhythmic Delirium that Entrances

Verbally dances

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I hear her voice
These many years
Gone,
Singing her joy,
Trembling voice
No longer reaching quite

The last breath

 

One tiny splash of summer colour clings
Alone and fragile there
Abandoned by warmth it sadly sings
With its last breath to share

Cusp of summer

 

Smooth the sand ‘neath greying skies
The breeze it softly sings
As o’er the sea, the setting sun
A gathering it brings

Sunshine is

Sunshine is
as sunshine does
with warm embrace
and all because
sunshine is
my saving grace
and always brings
a smile to face

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

Dawn Chorus

 

I cannot capture sound in words
But I really wish I could
For what I’m hearing at this time
Is sounding pretty good