Come meet the artist in poetry – THE ART OF POETRY
Brush of the artist, pen of the scribe—
Tools that she handles with equal finesse.
Able the eye and the ear to impress—
What she has tasted, gives us to imbibe.
Painting a picture using her words—
Paper, the canvas; life is the scene.
And on the easel, color ungirds,
Telling a story with writing unseen.
Poetry springs not from technique;
The artist makes the art unique.
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Come and enjoy a Positive Thought.
~ Agnes DeMille ~
~ Beckie Cutler ~
[Source: Each Day a New Beginning ~ Karen Casey ~*~ Picture courtesy of Google Images]
BY CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
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THAN SOLDIERS IN A WAR ZONE Continue reading
Come and enjoy the yearning and romance in – SOMETHING SO SPECIAL.
Come enjoy the romantic beauty in – THE TOUCH.
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
You are so sweet to my soul
you make me crave you like candy
you are irresistible
and I am so weak Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
ATTRIBUTED TO JOHN LENNON
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the
key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when
I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the
assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
Perhaps, if we understood more about what is really important in life
we would be happier and more concerned with World Peace, fairness
and justice!!!
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Come read this beautifully penned poem of remembrance and yearning where unspoken words are the ones we regret most – I ADORED YOU.
I adored you
I loved you near and afar,
I loved your soft voice and beautiful face.
I stood near you and we held hands and shared drinks.
We traveled California one and I watched your dance
on the quiet beaches.
We found private places where you laid bare and free.
I could see a woman I beloved in silence .
But my need for you,
You never felt.
Because I didn’t show you, who I was.
All I wanted was you,
Near but far away.
Today I’m alone without you.
And you,
so far away from me.
Today my only wish,
is that I told you I adored you.
John Castellenas/Coyote
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I wake up suddenly
in the middle of the night
or is it morning
before the dawn’s early light
Dragged from deep, deep sleep Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 