Heartful Love

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Power of Age

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Slipping Boons

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Pages of Past

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Incredible Fires

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Light on Progress

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Tri-Haiku XXXVIII (Friday)

And so to Friday
for a switch-off come lunchtime
into the weekend

And breathe deep, relax
soak up the fact that this is
deliciously mine

And so it will be
to use wisely and enjoy
pending the new week

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WHAT WRITING ISN’T

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Sometimes We Think We Know
But We Really Don’t
Because We Only Have
A Limited View
A Preconceived Idea

Hedged Hedonia

hatched hens, hemmed heaven
harps, hooves, hatched haunts
halved howls, honed hymns

Tri-sedoka VII (Thursday)

And so it's Thursday
another week almost gone
but not to wish time away
I still live each day
to its complete fulfilment
for every day is precious

The man in the mirror

The man in the mirror
looks back at me
he is a lot older now
He's seen a few things
but still his heart sings
despite the lines on his brow

Maybe he's wiser
and maybe he's not
it's something I'd not really know
but he'll never leave
his own joie de vivre
so he's happy to go with the flow

Soulshine II

Soul searchings' sometimes painful
as thoughts they come and go
but if the end result is such
to bring a warming glow
then you've done yourself a favour
as soulshine's what you need
to bring about a joie de vivre
and happiness indeed

Divine Ducks

dormant dawn, distant drums
dahlias damp, dimpled deck

The wisdom of the sea

The water looked like crystal
as it sparkled in the sun
Like glass its light refracted
for a New Year just begun

A ‘je ne sais quoi’ said something
as a whisper silently
caught and carried by the breeze
across the windless sea

I think it was a promise
though I’m not completely sure
so I will come here every day
to listen out for more

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

Copyright © 2019 Charles Robert Lindholm, The Reluctant Poet – All Rights Reserved  04.08.2019 @4:30 p.m.

HUMAN NATURE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Forgiveness
Second Chances
Grace
Do Overs

We Don’t Like
To Think Of Ourselves
As Cold
Unforgiving
Prejudicial
Or Judgmental

A Bite of Moon

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

Meaning

time comes with a lid
no handles to hold
the night was a thief
dark thumbs to wear
kept dreams to count
love without doors
leaves but feathers
till days break aloud
to let in theives
for their tall times

you are the wall
you are the mother
you are the duck
you are the music
you are the night
you are the sound
you are the silence

Relativity of Life

bright in gold in jars of silence

who hides in wings of time
ever open in bars of distance
to that omnipresent
relativity of life

Seeds of Everything

where swans flap not their wings
where waters keep no shadows
where eyes see nothing

Heart

every silence has a heart
so does every stone
some peel with time
some need a hand

Squirrels

squirrels in a basket
shadows long for skies
caves coiled in bellies
munch on pin-hole rays

Pebbles

pebbles on a rustic eye
dophin leather on one
paired to a wrinkled bone
I land from Mt. Cloud
enroute to Dolphin bay

Timeless String

hands wrung, long pauses

meditate on a timeless string

creased legs, woven fates

Water rings spreading

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

Shapes

then he waxed those roses
till they lit the crooked shades

pruned stories, oiled memories
painted distances in neat vials

HUMAN NATURE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Forgiveness
Second Chances
Grace
Do Overs

We Don’t Like
To Think Of Ourselves
As Cold
Unforgiving
Prejudicial
Or Judgmental

Corners

paint them if you will
nailed with your groans
bowls of time on the sill
clock’s tick, fishes moans