The Poet’s Pen

Never still the poet’s pen
always a verse to find
be it one that comes from life
or like this one, from the mind

Never still the poet’s pen
creativity abounds
cathartic is the rhythm
those pen to paper sounds

Never still the poet’s pen
for there’s so much to say
captured in a few short lines
and posted by the day

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Something I do

It’s been said before
but my pen can’t keep still
as I write every day
on a whim and a will
Words about life
I see around me
and the things that I do
and the world that I see

The echo of life II

If a story speaks
and brings a tear
spilled out without reserve
from an eye that knows pleasure
If a landscape catches
and a breath is held long
whilst a moment is safisfied
Then I am the echo of life
Relecting beauty
I bring contentment

Foot prints of mind

All the memories I gathered
Leave some imprints in mind

The deeds I did, the love I got
All stored up in mind

The hate I felt, the pain I hid
Stored up in mind

Revisiting Life in Words

No.7 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I like writing poems
I write one every day
‘Cos there’s lots in life to write about
and it’s nice to have a say
I’ll write about the sunshine
and I’ll write about the sea
I’ll write about ‘most anything
and sometimes simply me

Revisiting wordsmith

No.6 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

Deep in the silence
of a warm summer night
I encountered a thought
and held on to it tight

With lucidity
born of an erudite mind
It was something quite special
for me to find

Revisiting quiet and unassuming

No.5 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

As a poet I find pleasure
in writing every day
Capturing a moment
about life in such a way
that when I read my words
back quietly on reflection
they take on board a meaning
to inspire with recollection

Revisiting a journey begun

No.4 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I try to write a poem every single day
Sparing time for words about working or just play
About eating stuff or sleeping or drinking cups of tea
Or listening to music or walking by the sea

Revisiting Painting with words

No.3 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

When painting with words
the writing room floor
is splattered with cast-offs
from poems and more

Yet none of them wasted
as words always find
their place in creation
from a poet’s mind

Revisiting I am your words

No.2 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I am your words
there for the taking
Sometimes accepted
other times not
Yet always captured
For I am yours
and always will be
To use as you will
and leave as you choose

Revisiting the word

No.1 of 7 in “The Word” series from Jemverse

I found a word
It was quite small
In fact it wasn’t
much at all
But when I added
it to others
It blossomed with
it’s new found brothers

The gift

It seems with writing
I’ve the gift
to find the words
which bring a lift

In finding rhyme
for every ditty
sometimes I’m droll
sometimes I’m witty

Of poets and words III

Part 3 of 3

And then to read
I’ll surely see
the lines new formed
to poetry
Familial
they are a part
of poet and
his written art

Of poets and words II

Part 2 of 3

Known are these
now to the pen
scratching out
I know not when
Yet they will find
me and combine
as if to prose,
a concubine

Of poets and words

Part 1 of 3

Pen to paper
virgin sheen
words I’ve found
have never been
Coupled closely
with another
Family as if
to brother

When the poetry is done

I’ll wrap these words around me
like a comfort blanket they
Calming me and warming
in a very special way

I’ll take these words and scatter
like confetti to the breeze
to celebrate the marriage
of a verse to rhymes like these

The Word

I found a word
It was quite small
In fact it wasn’t
much at all
But when I added
it to others
It blossomed with
it’s new found brothers

Saying something

CAPITAL LETTERS THEN
WHAT’S THAT ABOUT?
SOME SAY IT IS RUDE
AND AKIN TO A SHOUT
BUT SOMETIMES THEY AID
TO SOMETHING I WANT TO SAY
SMALL CAPS AID TO VISUAL
IN A PARTICULAR WAY

Tri-Tanka I (tanka)

To start this series
in thirty-one syllables
Japanese Tanka
A short song to bring you joy
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So here are first lines
Crafted by the poet’s hand
Found and captured here
To form and syntax structured
Voicing life in five short lines

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG

THE MAGIC OF OUR SONG
By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Was Drawn
Back Into Childhood Memories
As I Listened To The Wind
Whispering Through The Trees

HER WORDS DANCED

A TRIBUTE TO MAYA ANGELOU
By Charles Robert Lindholm

Her Words Danced
Off The Page
And Made My
Heart Sing

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro to the painter
contrast captured to the eye
To the poet though, his words
capture light for you and I

These Words

These words on a page
in my little book
I’ll return to again
for another good look
As I’ll craft them and
often I’ll rearrange
for the syntax to work
from a nuance or change

Wood matters

Smoke arises from the chimney stack
in billows
from an untended burn.

Of Writers and Readers 1

Part 1 of 3

Cathartic the writing
the pen to the page
Words from the poet
the seer and sage
To capture life’s moments
like a photograph here
And bring to the reader
a little more cheer

The Poet’s Voice

1 of 3

Scattered I find them
Craft and mould to syntax found
Words to poet’s voice

The Poet’s Gift

Beauty in a little verse
Never sad and never terse
Words to cheer and bring a lift
All within the Poet’s gift

Words to Poet

Words to poet
Poet to rhyme
Syntax discovered
Time upon time