STILL DRINKING THE KOOLAID

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He
Tells Lies,
They Trust Him,
And Keep Drinking The
Koolaid

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 10-06-2020 – 03:30 p.m.

Vows, on Valentine’s

 

 

When God made husband and wife…

He was hoping that we would…

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I Wish to Be

I wish to be with you tonight—
When evening sky has darkness thrust,
While you and I are still robust;

Trust

Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms.

Confession

It was a candid confession
when she told her mom
how it happened
and how did it start
How first it was
all game and play
and now it has turn into
a painful, hurtful thing
which is ripping
her soul apart.

Break My Heart, Dear Lord

Break my heart, dear Lord, for that which Your heart breaks.
Help me comprehend the gravity of sin,

Truthful Hurts

 

It came as a surprise that things clicked
Maybe we were looking for a distraction
But emotions got involved and blossomed
Hard to deny that there was an attraction.
I dreamed.

HAIKU: IN THE DARKNESS I HOPE

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

In darkness I hope

for the light I cannot see

A GOOD CONVERSATIONALIST

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

 

they say

I’m a good conversationalist

 

maybe I am

but it’s probably because

BETTER UNSAID

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

like a joke

that goes over

your head

 

and the meanings

that hide

between the lines

HAIKU: IF YOU KNOW YOURSELF

HAIKU:  IF YOU KNOW YOURSELF

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If you know yourself

You will know the truth you need

Friendship (diamante)

Friendship
Kindred spirits
Sharing, giving, trusting

I SHALL BE SILENT

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If the words
that You read
by my hand
hurt You

I shall lay down my pen
and not write
for I never
ever want to hurt
the heart of My Friend

If the words
that I said
cut You 

Cats Eye

Your words roll toward me

across the table of silence

like cats eye marbles

that I can pick up and examine

wonder at the jewel toned beauty

the sculptured moments captured inside

Petals

Peeling back my layers

Slowly, gently, carefully

One by one

Like the petals of a zinnia bud

 

My instinct is usually

To stay your hand

When Doves Cry

holding my heart

like a wounded dove

in my palm

it flutters delicate wings

that tickle fingertips

The Monster’s Return

My little daughter goes to sleep.
I hope that monster doesn’t creep
Back to her bed to say, “Hello!”
She tells me that it’s wicked, though.

Haiku on Trust

A relationship
Is closer when built on trust.
Fear builds calluses.

Let Go

Let go without despised,

I know I can’t change anyone.

Let go without apathetic,

I respect we are different.

Let go without hopeless,

I declare He is in control.

Unsure

.

A Figment of my Imagination,

Once lost amidst the rock and shale of breaking day

Whispers of Eventide

.

Lush woodland of uncertainty

Filling my Vision with Shadowy Players

Hesitation ripe as Sweetest summer berries

People

I am believing.

People pass around.
There is some cup of blankness here.
Fingers and palms forecast everything.
Algorithms are sorting people out.
People are groaning into themselves.
People are sowing eyes shut.
People are stretching out like bubblegum refusing to break.

Dusty Crowns

photo by Debbie

Trust is a loaded word. Everyone should sit and dwell on it in the Presence of Jehovah  until the true grasp of it makes you weep. Trust =based on truth, confidence, reliability, assurance   Once you lose someone’s trust, it is next to impossible to get it back. Forgiveness, yes, but to trust again…

Take A Leap

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Looking back at the life you have lived so far
Remembering what makes you who you are
The are many things of which you are proud
And maybe some you dare not say out loud.

Deep

Is that love deep,
that looks not at hate
as a possibility

A Bruised Petal

Would you be angry with a tender petal
that bruised under the pressure of your grasp?
Yet at my expression of hurt, frustration,
you turn your dagger eyes towards me,
aim your piercing words,
shattering the shelter of trust
you’ve been rebuilding
in more thoughtful hours.

Looking Up

“When you get to the bottom, many times you find a hole with your name on it..”

Charles Townsend

There are times when you look at life
And wonder how you got in this position
Is it that you give to much of yourself
Or expect someones love without question.

Clutter vs Simplicity

Clutter

Hoarding