THOUGHTS

By Pratishruti Mohanty, Gina Gallyot and Charles Robert Lindholm

 

The past

was back to haunt her

with shadows

that bent over

and whispered your name

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Last day #2

2 of 12 in the ‘Last day 23’ series

Yes I know it's a bit shorter
but the slip-sliding away
this year is quite amazing
as it's February's last day

Now March is nigh upon us
and the winter's almost done
so I suspect in thirty more
we'll know the spring has come

So though another month
has left us now this year
I'm not that disappointed
as the warmer days are near

40th

In days of heady youth, future just a dream
the wisdom of a caring mother prompted application
to an embryonic beginning

Last day #1

1 of 12 in the ‘Last Day 23’ series

It's January's final day
Tuesday the thirty-first
one month gone of Twenty-Three
thirty days dispersed
I'm not sure where they've gone mind you
as it doesn't seem that long
since we were still on holiday
and singing festive song
But gone they have so onward
to the shortest month we go
What it will bring a mystery
though soon we all will know

Last Day II

So to thirty first December and
the last day of the year
Twenty two has been and gone
as twenty three appears

There have been many moments
with emotions running rife
as is the wont of passing time
this c'est la vie, this life

But there are still remaining hours
to finish it for good
so on this New Years' Eve we will
enjoy it as we should

Rise and Fall

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Overmorrow

Today's overmorrow Tuesday will be
and the week will just have begun
then two overmorrows thereafter we'll see
a week that is almost done
But three overmorrows, it's not long to wait
if a week you need to pass by
so take that to heart and you will find
that time will literally fly

An Ultimate Reality Check Limerick 1.1

When the time comes for the mind to ponder
Afterlife and what’s “over yonder,”

THE GIFT OF YOUR TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Year Is Ending
And I Want To Give Thanks
To Each Of You
As Readers And Followers

Thoughts to Paint

the time I poured
in velvet corners
waiting as a bud
to sip in cold arms

Acorn

ageless agonies, ageless acorn
acorns armless, armless arrows

Tri-haiku XXXII – Time’s Passage

The last of the month
where has February gone?
already it’s March

But no complaints here
for summer’s ever closer
Warmer daytime soon

Coupled with new growth
Springtime around the corner
with grass now greener

Velvet Vipers

violet veins, violet venom
verdant vials, vicious verses
vermillion vest, vicarious vampires
verdant voices, velvet vipers

Tendrils

taut time, tendrils tender
timeless terrain, tainted trails
trickle taps, tick-tock tomorrows
tepid tapes, tallowed tubes

Rounded Rays

rounded rays, ringed rain
rusted reflection, rueful roses
rivers rugged, roosters red
ridged rosewood, Roman rocks

Nails

neon nectar, nightingale nests
nymphs, novellas, nuances noble
nomad nickels, narcotic napalm
nights nailed, nylon noose

LET ME THANK YOU

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I want to take
the celebration of
Thanksgiving Day
here in America
to thank those
all across the
whole wide world
for taking your time
to read my words,

THE SEDUCTIVE DELUSIONS OF SOMEDAY

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

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A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

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

A Bite of Moon

doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles

Homes

time is water
taped on an unbending light
these pages stand
high eyed frogs
nights hemmed on verdana

Time passing

So the sun sets on the month of May
and June is almost here
already we have seen pass by
not far off half a year
Unsure where that time has gone
it’s happened quite so fast
and life has changed dramatically
and looks quite set to last

Cosmos

the clever skies come soft
from cocoons of my words
the Sun has its coat aloft
in thick seas of thoughts

THE GIFT OF YOUR TIME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The Year Is Ending
And I Want To Give Thanks
To Each Of You
As Readers And Followers

WHY DOES TIME FLY?

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?

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Time and the starlet

Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas

Curtain Call

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.

Reflection Haiku

five long years ahead

vibrant, Doppler-blue future

five red years long gone

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