40th

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

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London Tales #1

I'd forgotten the five o'clock darkness
on these cool autumn days
comfortable in ignorance
I've become set in my ways

Thankfully though this daily trudge
this commute in darkened time
is something I can live without
as it is no longer mine

Normality

It's a first for me today
no trains for quite time
not since the first lockdown
have I braved the ridden line

And yet today to Worthing
I must venture yet again
for my first day in an office
and a journey on a train

The Plan (Part III)

I’ve carried the frames

one by one down the the road

as they were quite awkward

so, to lessen the load

I decided four hikes

was better than two

to get the frames there

well you would, wouldn’t you?

The Plan (Part II)

We built some raised borders

for the allotment to grow

laid them out in the garden

where they’re ready to go

…

Just one minor problem

they’ll not fit in the car

but the allotment is close

and not very far

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

Safely asleep

The dawn’s not yet broken
and I’m travelling again
on the road for one more business trip
With birds still asleep
as the night is yet deep
I tip toe up the road lest I slip

Life

I love what I do
don’t get me wrong
I’m in quite a lovely position
As forty years done
with the grief and the fun
I enjoy in this time of transition

I put in the hours
use my mind to the full
enthusiastically driven
For the passion is there
as all are aware
from the help that I’ve often given

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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Twenty Hours

I’m on a train to Yorkshire
in bright sunshine for the day
Left when dawn was breaking
as it’s many miles away
Just shy of twenty hours
this working day for me
From the South Coast and then back again
by midnight hopefully

The passing of days

To the week that was
That has now passed
It’s had its ups and downs
Some high times
And some lower ones
Some smiles and yes, some frowns

HAIKU: MEMORIES OF THE SEA

By Charles Robert Lindholm

AN ENDLESS RAUCOUS

CHIT AND CHATTER BRINGS DAYDREAMS,

Commuter grind

Does anyone write of the commuter grind?

Of the early risings and the dark returns
The unseen children and missed bedtimes

Grey

Grey file cabinets line beige-green walls,
Stretching from the speckled grey ceiling
To the off-white (grey), tiled floor.

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Prickly marble
Cold to the touch,
Darting in and out of
Searing streams
Acclimation comes quickly
As the dust grit
From the work day
Sluices off,
Soap
A bubbly, slick sheath,
Flowing off and down the drain.

Towers

The towers, though goliath and glinting
all look the same, with four sides, four thousand windows,
four hundred workers all at their desks, clattering, and stretching

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Sitting out in the sun
Waiting on the minutes

The Poet

The Poet

-Linda Lee Lyberg

The house is quiet so I write

While my Viking soundly sleeps

My rambling mind soars, takes flight

As my humble pencil weeps.

All in a Day’s Work

Running
going
never
stopping

LET ME OUT

The lights are buzzing, they’re really far too bright

The phones don’t stop ringing…this just isn’t right

 

I’m sipping cool tea from a plastic vending cup

There’s too much to do and I want to give up

Time II

Somedays have legs, they run away
I blink and it’s the end of day
I’ve done my best through frack and fray
But still I wish for more

Dunes

The sunlight smacks off skyscrapers, the chests
of engines heave and gasp; chemical sweat
drips from every brow, as we wilt and bend
beneath the smothering heat of Monday.

Never Enough

Wake up exhausted.
Fend off fatigue all day long.
Go to bed. Repeat.

Work to live (loop poetry challenge)

Alas, it’s time to work,
Work to pay the bills.
Bills I pay to live,
Live within a home.
Home where I relax,
Relax until it’s time,
Time to work again.

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Oblivion calls
A sweet siren song,
But I can’t listen
Or follow her down
Responsibilities beckon,
Steel fist on my heart
Directing me outwards,
Gawd how I hate
The daily grind

Sunshine in St James’

Centre drum westwards,
Heading home
Once Victoria, chiselled stood
Horse and carriage, silk top hats
For gentlemen to roam

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While away the hours,
Trying to avoid
The future fast approaching,
I slump and nod
Along,

Telford

 

I quite like travelling
But sometimes it’s a chore
Especially when your working day
Is eighteen hours or more