MY SWEET AUTUMN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Lover,
Of The Seasons
And For Each Of Them
I Have My Own,
And Secret Reasons
For Letting Them,
Make Love To Me 

They All Touch Me
In The Deepest Way

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THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

INSPIRE ME WITH YOUR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Love To Read Poetry
And Watch The Way
Talented Writers
Use Their Words

YOU’RE AN INSPIRATION TO ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When I Read Your Words

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

THE COMFORT OF QUIET

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is An Inner Joy
And A Keen Realization
That Comes From Gazing
At A Midnight Sky
Filled With Countless Stars

THE NEWS OF REALITY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Try As I Might
To Live In A Bubble
Away From The
World And It’s Trouble

HAIKU: MUSIC IN YOUR HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

MUSIC IS HIDING

WORD SNOWFLAKES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Words Fall Down Upon Me
As Snowflakes From The Universe
Soaking Into My Soul
Capturing My Mind
Filling My Heart

Let the Sleeping Monster Rest in Peace

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 2 , 2018.

Buried deep inside
In a corner dark
Lurks the monster
Trying to rip my soul apart.

I STRUGGLE TO WRITE IN CURSIVE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A Simple
Thoughtless
And Automatic Act
When I Was Young
But Not Now
The Years
And Tears
Have Changed That

I’VE TRAVELED SOME WRONG ROADS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

You’d Know I Was A Liar,
If I Tried To Tell You That Life
Has Been Smooth Sailing
With No Storms Or Dangers,
Even A Fool Knows
That’s Not True  

WHAT’S THE LAST MEMORY YOU HAVE OF SEEING YOUR DAD?

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Father’s Day Is Meant To Be A Time For Us To Spend Some
Time With Our Dad’s On The Third Sunday In June!   A Time To
Gather The Whole Family Around For A Barbecue And Good Old Family Fun And

I WILL NEVER BE A STAR

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Never Be A Star
A Celestial Body
In The Midnight Sky
Sending Out
Rays Of Light
Across The Vast
Universe

HIDDEN MESSAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes Hidden Messages
Are There In Plain Sight,
Not Really Hidden At All,

Just Waiting To Be Seen
In A Different Light

HE SEDUCED ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He Seduced Me
With Lies
Sweeter Than Honey

He Whispered
In My Ear
But Knew
The Way
To My Heart

I COULD SLEEP IN A SMALLER BED

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Could Sleep In A Smaller Bed
There Is No Physical Need
For Me To Have All The Room
Provided By A King Size Bed

Colors

colors I have not
colors I give not
colors I keep not

yet I roll the sky
as it rolls me
yet I roll the Sun
as it rolls me

You’ll Never Be Alone (for Bobby)

Son
Today with oil, water and breath
I watched the priest
Open the soul of a boy
To God.

As
Mine
Was
A long time ago
And many sins past.

AN INTIMATE KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Wait For Her
In The Backside Of The Night
At The Place We Always Meet,
My Old Desk,
Where I Always Go To Write

THE WHISPERS OF MY MUSE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Muse
Whispers
Softly To My Soul
Reassuring Me Of Her Love
And Commitment

YOU KNOW MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

She Heard Me
Reaching Out To Her
With The Words
I Whispered
Softly Each Night

WRITING POETRY

By Lesley Kluchin and Charles Robert Lindholm

“Writing poetry

is the best therapy for

LET THE WINDS CARRY YOU HOME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Have Journeyed
Far Away From Home
Into A Distant Land
In Search Of Pleasure
And Freedom From
The Chains Of My
Father’s House

MIRRORS LIE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Mirrors Lie

I’ve Known That
Since I Saw
The Movie
Snow White

THE MIDNIGHT HUNTER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He’s Always Searching For Me
In The Wee Hours
Of The Night

Depression – 2

“Sleep isn’t just a sleep anymore, it’s an escape”

Teary eyes with Muffled cries

Strength lost and Hope dies