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violet veins, violet venom
verdant vials, vicious verses
vermillion vest, vicarious vampires
verdant voices, velvet vipers
taut time, tendrils tender
timeless terrain, tainted trails
trickle taps, tick-tock tomorrows
tepid tapes, tallowed tubes
rounded rays, ringed rain
rusted reflection, rueful roses
rivers rugged, roosters red
ridged rosewood, Roman rocks
neon nectar, nightingale nests
nymphs, novellas, nuances noble
nomad nickels, narcotic napalm
nights nailed, nylon noose
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Wisdom
Is Knowledge
Appropriately
Applied
To The Correct
Conditions
Are We Wise?
I Wonder,
But Have
My Doubts
It Seems
That Humanity
Is Quite Susceptible
To Herd Mentality
Leaving The Thinking
And Logical Reasoning
To Others And Then
Waiting For Them
To Explain What To Do
We All Know
Time Flies
And That Life
Is Short
But That Doesn’t
Seem To Stop Us
From Putting
Things Off
To Another Time,
‘Til Someday
We Believe
Since We Woke Up
This Morning
We Will Tomorrow
No Need To Worry
Or Rush Things
All In Due Time,
Someday!
There Is No Someday!
We Only Have Now!
Someday Is The Seductive
Delusion Of Fools
Who Won’t Ever
Turn Their Dreams
Into Reality
Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet – All Rights Reserved 04.08.2019 @4:30 p.m.
By Jeanne Marie – Women Who Think Too Much.Wordpress.Com
And Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
Sleep Eats My Hours
Like A Starving,
Desert Demon,
It Swiftly Steals
And Devours
My Most Precious
Moments In Seconds
I Awaken Each Morning
To Find Years And Years
Have Slowly
Slipped Away
In A Silent,
Unconscious
And Addictive State
Of Amnesia
doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles
time is water
taped on an unbending light
these pages stand
high eyed frogs
nights hemmed on verdana
the clever skies come soft
from cocoons of my words
the Sun has its coat aloft
in thick seas of thoughts
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Time
Runs Slowly
‘Til The Workweek’s Done
But Like A Shooting Star
Once You’re Having Fun
The Seconds
Tick By,
One By One
Measured All The Same
So Why Does Work Time
Feel So Slow
Yet Fly On By
When You’re
Having Fun
I’d Really
Like To Know
Wouldn’t You?
Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
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Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.
time a crooked glass
mirrors love, on hands of dirt
stained, for spotless ones
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“Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.”
― Pericles
They say confessions
can absolve you
They can make you pure.
You will be pristine
as the seraphic soul.
time
tames, twists
twigs, threads, tales
tresspasses, tussles, makes
molten, mountains
mellows, moves
memory
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The dust of Summer,
rubber, barbecue and
mT air that I beg might bring the rains, Neruda’s
gold ghost, Las Manos del Dia under an umbrella say
do I comprehend, how much it may mean
to meet a grizzled old tree
hale and green
after the many deaths
of teething Winter,
hollow poems
no justice
they cannot say,
Longfellow is out walking
my cautious light around the park.