By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = A Museum For Memories Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved
By Charles Robert Lindholm There is no demarcation zone, no welcome platform where we can greet with fanfare the arrival of the newest and next moment in time, Now Now just sneaks up on us with a peek-a-boo greeting that somehow always leaves us surprised and excited with the gifts of opportunities and possibilities it … Continue reading THE GREETING PLACE
Love sounds between breaths of you and me noises of our fascination with each other's body hands and lips finding new places each time eliciting lusting cries of unbridled pleasure as silent walls listen and smile at our naked gratification * ©MidwestFantasy November 2019 Ph-Pinterest
By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = Words That Found Nirvana Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come And View My Archives!!
By Charles Robert Lindholm I Am A Lover, Of The Seasons And For Each Of Them I Have My Own, And Secret Reasons For Letting Them, Make Love To Me They All Touch Me In The Deepest Way But One Knows How To Make Me Beg For It To Stay I Long To Live With … Continue reading MY SWEET AUTUMN
By Sue Vincent and Charles Robert Lindholm Can you see the first golden flames of autumn start to show as the leaves burn and turn into glorious colors as summer drifts away on the memories of yesterdays Can you smell it in the crisp morning air with the hint of a mist on the ground … Continue reading THE FLAMES OF AUTUMN
By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = Scribblings Of My Heart Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - The Reluctant Poet All Rights Reserved - Please Come View My Archives!!
Spices Pulling out the old, tattered chili recipe, I can’t help but reflect on the man who created it and our tumultuous relationship. You’d think after the abandonment of my “real” dad, having a stepdad who showed up, supported my mom and her two kids and wrote chili recipes in his spare time might be … Continue reading Spices
I'll n're forget your wandering heart, Ambivalent to staying still. I'd find you standing upon the threshold, Bare skin warming to the rising sun's glow. You'd look upon the horizon, As one who'd lost a great love. And I stood by watching you go, As a poplar tree watches a stream flow. Now my room … Continue reading Wanderer-Michael Erickson
By Charles Robert Lindholm POETRY = Words Carefully Pieced Together Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm - All Rights Reserved