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By Charles Robert Lindholm

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RANDOM WORDS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

They seem like
random words
whispered
by my muse 

after the rain…haiku

 

The flowers will show

cleansed and refreshed,

#79 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm

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One More Burned Out and Innocently Gone

There’s miles ‘till dawn –

Even the moon’s moving on.

Another day, another song;

One more burned out and innocently gone.

Learning To Swim

When the clouds begin to darken and the sun retreats in fear, there are whispers in the silence that very few can hear. Like the touch of rain on water, the ripples that swell out wide, the breath of an ant in motion and the flutter of your heart inside.

If

Submitted by Peter M Burns

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If,
Genetically we are cousins
To bananas,
Then,
In a generically way
Being similar,
Say,
To an apple
Fallen from a tree
Isn’t necessarily proof of gravity,
More a consequence of maturity,
Ripeness,
Than observational correctness.

most tender of feelings

Submitted by Nita S Iyer

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Comment: Why do I keep denying this most tender of tender feelings?

What terrifies me of surrendering to its soothing embrace?

What holds me back from plunging into its all-consuming fire?

A fire so pure, consuming the muck I carry around

Gathered efficiently through ego-battles of a life-time?

The Woodland

I am inferior. Let me say it.

Let it roll on my tongue, get pressed to my inner cheek, let it
fall out to the earth, let the solar rays shine on it,
the rain hammer over it,
the soil encapsulate it,
have it arise.

ODE TO FEAR

Submittted by ANNAPURNA SHARMA

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Struck by fear!
Nah! Not me.

The hideous ants furrowing around sugar candy
The obnoxious locust crawling in the savannah
Ah! The goose bumps are common. Not my fear!

The offensive cockroach sprinting over leftovers
The spineless lizard nesting over the wall
Are a housewife’s nightmare. Not my fear!

In your ugly corner of heart

Submitted by Tahira Kaleem

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Your unmet desire
To fulfil your evil wish
In your saint attire
Your hand touching my body
When I was alone in the street
I was only nine with my school bag
Unaware of your eyes greed
I greeted you “hello uncle”!

Session

My therapist  my pencil

My journal my couch

My appointment every morning upon waking

In the thicket

Of rumpled sheets, blankets, and pillows of my bed

No Lie

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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No lie can brush the truth
Nor sweep the cobwebs clear
From view if the heart has eyes
to enquire which rooms you
Choose to live in,
Or build a house
To home your dreams.

Moon

Alliteration Poem – Moon

26th Sep’17  ~by Venkat

Move mellow, move mellow
Make my moments melt
Mirrors, mist, melancholy
Memories morbid, meander

Longing……..

Submitted by angelbeamsblog

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Don’t you know my beloved?
Even the deepest, strongest love
Will wither away if left forgotten?
For the heart can take no more
The weight of emptiness brought on by unfulfilled love.

The crushing void, only you can fill
The pining wound, only you can heal
The burning tears, only you can wipe
With your smile, your smile that makes me melt
Like snow in the morning sun.

Where’s God?

Submitted by Bo Bestvina

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I don’t find God in the pretty things
So I’ll pass on the bright lights
And glistening teeth

I don’t find God
In performances of consumption
Or in unapproachable beauty and youth

Something Happened

Submitted by Michael A. Walker

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Pulled from the earth on the cusp of sunrise
A breath of life gushes to the realm
Sent amidst a civil uprising among civilities
Something Happened, light refuse lights of distinct

King on peace shot to eternal peace visualizes
Lights reunite to learn aright
Something Happened, renown of old still opposes
Assumption of favour blinds the brightest of lights

Serving honourably on a broader plain coherently
Marching to a rhythm of one beat Happened
Seven finalizes the journey, civil starts anew
Crow lightly seasoned still the flavour of some..

Two scores and six and still under this dark cloud
Some thinks a curse of storms to avoid acquaintance
Methinks a cloud of witnesses urging onward
Those afore sojourning similitude before crossing over…
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Michael Walker

Sand

Submitted by Peter M Burns
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Sand; Sculptures in history,
It absorbs time, blood and man.
Can hold its breath while the tide
Refreshed,
Waved, and caressed the land.

STRAY DOG

Submitted by Gunadevi Rajaratnam

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Stray Dog they called him,
Got chased away when he came near,
Until they saw his great deed,
He was not treated well.

Broken Love Doll

Submitted by Samnessofself

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At the worst times.

Feeling discarded like a broken doll.
Waited forever to pour out my soul,

Waited forever for the one.
Waited forever for the dream,
Dream feels so distant, yet so close.

But half in sight,

Half of me might find bliss this I see.

Half fights seemingly endlessly, will it be worth it?

Self speaks of letting half go for now,

Then I refuse.

~ Haiku Cyclet

~  Haiku Cyclet

 

Hyperbolic lines

Ratings rant out truthfulness

News media mill

Open Doors, I search..

A tiring day,
with those drenched brows
I walk out
in despair and no hope..

Looking down
at the earthly floor
I look up
for a shoulder for my tears to pour..

THE SECRET

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

always leave them wanting more
no tears, no crying or sad goodbye
just whispered words, a warm caress
and a kiss they’ll long for ‘til they die 

HAIKU: BEWARE OF BRUISING

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He is a flower

#54 POETRY =

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Poetry =

You

You’ve got all what I want,

I lost everything looking for you,

My heart still wanders in search,

But only you can give what I desire.

Preaching on the Street Corner

You passersby, please stop and stand and hear
About a Man who came to earth and bled,
Whose purpose was to drive away death’s fear.

LONGING…

Submitted by touchstone65

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All are silent now
Tattooed Moon peeping through clouds,
Insane memory
strange winds…

Close your ravaged eyes
Forgotten innocent childhood
Uncertain hour of silence
Loneliness strangled in the wind…