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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Sedate

shimmer soft, sedate stories
slither sounds, supine spaces
silent strikes, sublime stars

Sometimes stories are to be searched for.

Sometimes stories are to be looked for

The words are to be weaved in

Some emotions are to be beaded

Shoe Boxes

When I die he will find them

Decades of my life

Stored in shoe boxes upstairs

#153 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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Once

Upon A Time

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#83 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = 

Treasure

*Alliteration Poem – Treasure*
1st Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Tombs timeless, talk tales
To time, to tombs, to truths
Trails, traits, trysts, triumphs
Tapered thoughts, tainted thrones
Tulips torn, tulips treasured
Touch tales, timeless tombs

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Wet Feet Are Part Of Life

Worry about me later,
for barbarians are coming over the hills,
carrying long pikes and angry words,
searching for reasoning they do not possess.

My sleepless nights are a gene inside me,
melatonin leached from my skin,
my fascination with the moon, my dark monarch
taking flight to greet the lamps lighted.

M1 in Winter (Watford Gap 1 mile)

Mist enwrapped trees extinguish the low orange glow of the Sun
Taillights warm the twilight ahead
Headlights shine on traffic cones and road workers  jackets
Jagged shadows in a field reveal a ruined brick barn

Fifty miles

From Hampshire through to Sussex
I have walked o’er vale and hill
with a full pack on my back
yet my legs are working still!

emerald and oak

i thought that i could find myself in slivers
of emerald and oak, pathways of leaves
and so i ventured into the woods of your
familiar dust-warmed fairytales
an avid quester.

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Blood
Calls for blood,
Under the rising
Black sun,
A feast

Stories

I want to tell a story,
Something that will sweep across the world,
A tale so full of heartbreak,
It will touch the coldest soul.