LONE WOLF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Lone Wolf Lives
In Solitary Silence
He Lays Down
Alone
At Night

A Master Hunter
An Endless Hunger
An Aching Need
He Has To Fight

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

TEMPTED

By Charles Robert Lindholm   4:20 1/7/2017

I was tempted

but I resisted

it was easy

when I had no desire

when I had no need

when I had no hunger

I said, “No”

before I met you

THE FIRST SUNRISE OF JANUARY

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The First Sunrise Of January
Always Leaves Me Wondering
What Lies Ahead
Just Out Of Sight
Over The Horizon
In My Tomorrows

And Then It Leads My
Mind Back Over The
Last Year And
Way Back When Too

Recalling
Moments And Memories
And What If’s And
Might Have Beens

Things That Never Were
But Could Have Been
And The Happiness
That Was And
The Blessings
That I Have

Regrets
And Bittersweet
Memories Escape
Their Cell

Deep In My Heart
On The First
Sunrise Of January
Before Being
Escorted Away

Sometimes The Heart
And Soul
Need To Reflect,
Remember And Wonder,
So They Will Be
More Grateful,
And Happy During
The Coming Year

The First Sunrise Of January
Is The Demarcation,
The Ending And Beginning,
One Year Passing Away Into History
As The New Year Is Born

The First Sunrise Of January
Is The “First Time”
You Get To Make An X
On The New Year’s Calendar

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 12-31-2020 – 05:45 a.m.

Inspired By Sadje’s – One Liner Wednesday – Quote

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LONGING FOR YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Am A Silly Person
I Think

Believing In Things
So Improbable
Yet Hoping
Beyond Hope
That They Shall
Become A Reality

IN BETWEEN THE LINES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

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

INSPIRE ME WITH YOUR WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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

A PRICELESS GIFT

A PRICELESS GIFT
By Charles Robert Lindholm

The applause of the world
dies away
and is forgotten

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

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

VOTE OUT THE GUILTY AND ENABLERS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Innocent
Blood, Stains
The Hands And
Soul Of America’s Wanna-Be
Dictator

Victims
Call Out
From The Grave
Crying, “Vote Out The
Guilty

Honor
The Victims
With Your Vote,
Vote Out All The
Enablers

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 10-04-2020 – 04:30 a.m.

Tens Of Thousands Of Innocent Victims Have Suffered
And Died Of Covid-19, Needlessly,  As A Result Of President Trump’s
Intentional Hiding Of The Truth About The Dangers Of The Corona Virus From The American Public, As Proved In His Own Words, On Tape.

The Victims Cry Out From The Grave For Justice, For The Protection Of Others By Voting The Guilty And Their Enablers Out Of Office!!

FOR YOU, OUR BELOVED POET

Helene Vaillant

By Charles Robert Lindholm

We Were Blessed
With The Time
You Spent With Us

Blessed With Your
Smile And Love
And With The Gift
Of Your Words

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

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