Lyrics: I’ve been through the fire I felt embers down my spine And I’ve said “World would you please have some mercy on me? Or could you please lift the curses on me?” It sa…
Day: December 4, 2020
In the Residual – A WOMAN IS A POEM
When is satisfaction anything more than an abstraction? When the hands beneath the sheets tease to completion? When milky secretions cling to the corners of unclasped lips? When the bliss felt in a…
Signal Flares – A WOMAN IS A POEM
— All this time lead to believe That butterflies frantic Within the abdomen Was a thing of beauty That electrical sizzle Within the sinews Was a kind of virtue When the malicious truth In the bloom…
MONSTER vs. SHEEPLE
By Charles Robert Lindholm
The
Monster Exists
Because Foolish Sheeple
Believe Lies And Deny
Facts
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UNDER THE SPELL OF A LOVER’S MOON
By Keza/Spiritedsoul And Charles Robert Lindholm
Under The Spell
Of A Lover’s Moon
Her Heart Was
Once Broken
With The Foolish
Dreams And Lies
Of Youth
And Young Love
She No Longer Cries
For What Was Lost
And Could Have Been
So Long Ago,
Except In The Midnight Light
Of A Lover’s Moon
When Forgotten
Memories Escape
Her Heart And
Invade Her Dreams
She Found
The Strength
Inside Her
Heart And Soul
To Stand Up
To Forgive
To Forget
To Let Go
And To Move On
She Looked Around
And Found
A Different Path
For Her Life
That Is Her Own
The One She Shares
With Her Daughter
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The Yearning
Sometimes
you feel it
in your bones
in your skin
in your heart
in your soul
in every fibre
of your being
and you know
it is what you want
it is what you need
and nothing
will stop
the yearning.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Hamish Blakely
I wrote this a couple of years ago. But there is always a yearning ….
Poem #329
Poem #330
I do not need you.
I have been through hell and back,
got out by myself.
I shower in burning hot water
to make my skin remember of how
much I am capable of.
I do not need you.
I learned the hard way to stand
on my own two feet.
My knees still bleed, the bruises
pulsate but it doesn’t stop
me from getting up every day.
I do not need you. I want you.
I want you to kiss every wound,
touch every weakness.
You look like you are smart
enough to know what type of
blessing that is.
sworn to keep ~
were seasons
undecided
by a measure made
of days
tis loss we bear –
a lifetime
shorter still
time has melted
here
and I don’t feel
the same as then
no matter
what I should
or what I will
petals lie awake
beside promise
sworn to keep –
an early spring
and one more
letting go
green betrays
the last goodbye
November
spoke about –
pastures buried deep
beneath the
snow
. . .
seed ~
busy me
with breathing
broken vine
of write me down
strain
to tell (again)
these stories I’m become
(the memory)
of tears
shed to seed the
only morning after
where thunder –
silent strumming
tho none (but one) can hear
wings against this waking
remind my soul
(commit my heart)
to dream
night birds
just beyond the reach
of reaching (into day)
secrets
sworn to flannel
rest beneath my
willing
words
(where none
are needed)
beyond what love
can say
. . .
The Reluctant Poet 