No Warranty 

Please Welcome My Friend Vivian Zems of Smellthecoffeweb.blog ! Vivian has given us an excellent piece “No Warranty” that presents the eternal truth of Time to us in a very personal way that we can relate to these days! Please visit Vivian’s blog and check out her poems!

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Give me my roses

While I’m still alive

Tell me I’m wonderful

Whilst I still thrive

This day was never

promised me

There was never

a guarantee

As I open my eyes

And see the skies

I seize the day

And begin to improvise

Turning a new page

Of memos and plans

Savour every second spent

I don’t waver, I don’t relent

This day was never promised me

It came with no warranty

Love trough? That’s aplenty

Bank balance? Kinda empty

But this doesn’t worry me

I had no idea

I could not foresee

That life was such a potpourri

I’m ever so grateful

I’m ever so thankful

That He has extended

My Warranty

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Vivian Zems
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MY TOUCHSTONE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Why is it that Love hurts?
Even when things are going right
Being apart puts a hurt on your heart
that’s like being held underwater

Being “In Love” makes silence painful
a crushing need and desire to hear the voice
of the one that soothes your soul

Is it the inner fear,
that feeling of anxiety
from childhood when the lights go out
that we are really alone?

Why do I long to hear Your Voice?
yearn for Your touch
desire to be with You
wrapped up in Your arms 

You are my Touchstone
You are home to me
being with You
reassures me
that I am not alone

I have faith in our love
and it is strong
but sometimes
in the darkness
without a light
in the middle of the night
I need to touch my Touchstone
so I know I’m not alone
or in a dream 

You are My Touchstone 

Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved

I HEAR THE SECRETS YOU WHISPER —————————————————————————————— RESPONSE POEM TO “Of Love And Dust #2” By Gina – Singledust

As a “Hopeless Romantic”  I wrote the script for the responder
to the question asked in “Of Love And Dust #2

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine, Continue reading