WHISPERED REASSURANCES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know

how You can see me

from half a world away

and yet I know, You know me

from the whispered words you say

#19 POETRY =

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Poetry =

The voice of the sea

Calling out to me, the voice of the sea
my friend through all of these years
A solace and comfort, understanding and wise
conquering all of my fears

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Jemverse II

So I’ve been writing for a while
a poem every day
Been doing this for fifty years
so I’ve along the way
picked up (I’d say) a trick or two
over all that time
of how to craft words into verse
which flow and nicely rhyme

Water rings spreading

Water rings spreading
wider they grow
at the fall of a pebble
after a throw

Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

MESSAGES MEANT FOR YOU

By Gina Gallyot And Charles Robert Lindholm

Between The Secrets And The Sadness
Hidden In Cracks And Crevices
And In The Shadows
Of The Spaces
Between Lines Of Poetry
Are Messages
Meant For You

CONCERT

Alto

Third row

Middle

Practice behind me

Audience before me

The piano preludes

The conductor cues

No Voice Left

 

Forrest reminded us that life is like a box of chocolates
Who knows what we will get as we go though challenges
There are times we see planets align we feel so blessed
Then we turn around, almost knocked down by changes.

#19 POETRY =

 

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

Poetry =

Poetry

A response poem to Davy D’s question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe

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it is a stir

an ache

rising from my core

growing in urgency

pushing to my surface

gasping hungrily for air

WHISPERED REASSURANCES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

I don’t know

how You can see me

from half a world away

and yet I know, You know me

from the whispered words you say

A Voice Like Lava Flowed

Once I whispered my truths

to the unfeeling dawn

unheard

my words began to build up

choke me

overtake me

and in the stifling silence

My Truth

My words

My blood

My bones

My tears

My pain

My joy

My heart

My soul

The Truth About Words

The dilemma of finally finding her voice

Was that it was not enough

Simply to speak

 

This voice

Which had lain dormant

Inside of her for so long

We Have Only Ourselves: Inauguration 2017

 

An overwhelming sense of foreboding
that only time will tell;
Will we be sucked into darkness
and follow the hordes to hell,

or will we, with vigilance and conscience,

Poetrics

 

Outside Kings Cross station
In London North West One
there’s an interactive poetry wall
that’s intuitive and fun
Encouraging interaction from
a transient populous
It’s a wonderful invention
which I think is marvellous

Dying to Define

 a world, losing its limbs
with bombs in mind to decimate
arguing to define what really ‘is’

Flashes

Have you ever been walking down the street
You hear a sound that makes you stand still
Like a voice from the past calling your name
Remembering departed ones, always will.

The broken voice

When Jimmy woke that fateful day
He knew something had gone away
(But what it was he could not tell
For he couldn’t speak or shout or yell)

Loop Poetry: Her Voice

Her feelings caught

Caught in a human cage

Cage of words in her thought

Thought she tries to let go with rage

Hard as she tries

Tries to express

Express the tears she cries

Cries, neglected in wilderness

“I’ll Be The Greatest Fan Of Your Life”

YOU TRIED to read what’s written in my paper
I was shy so I tried to cover it with my hand
But I heard you read the words silently
So I was unsuccessful in covering it
Then I look at you and saw the smile on your face
Then I look into your eyes and saw the sparkling of it.

I didn’t search for you in our class
But I notice I haven’t seen you
So upon realizing, it made me frown
How did I notice without searching for you
So I’m oblivious to the fact that I searched for you?
So I’m oblivious to the fact that I wanted to see you?