Come and enjoy Linda’s – MASTERPIECE
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Come and explore how to – ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS!
Little things,
Huge happiness…
Small moments,
Lifelong impressions….
That’s how life becomes beautiful…
Be it your lovable stuff baby toy around,
Or your books….
Be it your peaceful happy corner,
Or your night time with pen….
Happiness depends on you….
Try some chemistry with things around,
Love will be in abundance around…
Feel the vibes,
Vibes your surroundings create….
If they make you feel alive,
Embrace them…
If they suffocate you,
Ditch them…
That easy…
Just enjoy the little things around,
For they are the truest
&
The finest source of happiness,
Immense happiness…
Come and listen to – YOU, ME AND MY GUITAR
Come give a read to this fun and free spirited post!
Come enjoy the beauty in stained glass gardens in – MY WIFE THE ARTIST!
Stained Glass Window by The Vinery Glass Studio
stained glass gardens
humiliate real flowers
prismatic pieces
split rays of the sun
into factions of color
spears of morning who
penetrate petals
light bursting in blooms
upon patterns of
soldered seam joinery
lifting the life through
each intimate window
each mouth-blown
and delicate glazing
to place its artisanal
kisses on eyelids
who quiver awake
ever grateful for love
in the form of esthetic
affectionate gifts from
the generous capable
hands of a craftswoman
conqueror partner
whose heart captured
mine half a century
since and still now
more than ever her
tending and tenderness
making the all of my days
stained glass gardens
From my book Ephemera
Come and savor Fiona’s insightful, wise and wonderful words in her elegantly crafted
poem – THOUGHTS. Be sure to drink in the last lines!!
IF YOU LISTEN, YOU CAN HEAR THE WORLD,
WHEN IT CRIES, WHEN IT LAUGHS.
TOO MANY JUST DON’T STOP,
DON’T ALLOW THEIR THOUGHTS TO REST,
OUR THOUGHTS MAKE US WEARY, TIRED.
AS I SIT IN THE AUTUMN SUNSHINE AND WRITE,
I PONDER THIS THOUGHT.
OUR THOUGHTS A FLOATING ECHO OF OUR LIVES,
MOVING FORWARD INTO THE FUTURES GUIDING LIGHT,
REWINDING TO THE HAUNTED VISIONS OF OUR PAST.
STOP AND ALLOW NOTHINGNESS,
FEEL, HEAR, SEE THE PRESENCE OF NOW.
NOW IS SO UNCLUTTERED, SO UNCOMPLICATED.
LAUGH AT YOUR SHADOW.
SMELL THE SWEET SCENT OF FRANGIPANI,
DON’T LOOK FORWARD AT THE PATH UNTRODDEN,
OR BACK AT THE DEBRIS OF YESTERDAY,
NOW IS WHAT IS IMPORTANT, NOW IS WITHIN OUR CONTROL.
FIONA
By Charles Robert Lindholm
He took my wife
like a villian
in a fairy tale
fantasy
like a black knight
on a stallion
he stole my love
from me Continue reading
Come see The Glass as friend and foe in this romantic love poem.
My precious one, you are a joy to me!
And when we talk, I feel so close to you.
So close—and yet I cannot hold your hand,
Or kiss your lips, or feel your fingers glide
Caressingly across my cheek and hair.
A piece of glass both joins and separates.
I touch it to send messages of love
And read upon its surface those from you.
Then from a thousand miles a thousand words
Shine through the glass! Accursed glass! For though
I see the face that I adore, no more
Than look, for when I touch, it feels like glass.
Forgive me. I should not ungrateful be.
We owe all our togetherness to glass.
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
“A blindside kiss
from out of the blue
a blindside kiss
a gift from you”
I never expected
to be crossing this line
I never expected
her lips on mine
I never dreamed of
tongues, tangled and twisted
and I’m glad she didn’t ask
for I might have resisted Continue reading
By Charles Robert Lindholm
when I think of dying
my mind just pictures you
and all the ways you loved me
and all that you would do
I dream of lying in your arms
as the sweetest resting place Continue reading
The Reluctant Poet 