Mystical Being*

Poetic Thoughts



her womb,


there in

lays the




onto us

a galaxy,


gods reside,


stars and signs


revealing a


that can


be read

within the

night sky


*Note: Wishing all my fellow bloggers a Happy New Year, may it be as bright as the stars. 🎊🍾🥂I’d like to take this opportunity to thank those that follow me, take the time to read my attempts at poetry. My heart felt appreciation for your comments which are encouraging. As always I look forward to reading your blogs and always discovering new ones. Your poetry, art, fiction, histories, hobbies are enjoyed and add to my repertoire of knowledge. Music for your enjoyment as usual.

🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

I have also included a link below about astrology.

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

Conspiracy Theories
Rumors, Lies, Alternative Facts
Suspending Common Sense – You

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 01-05-2021 – 11:00 a.m.

Do You Believe What Donald Trump Tells You Despite The Facts That
Show He Is Lying?  Do You Still Believe In Santa, The Easter Bunny And Tooth Fairies???
Alternate Facts Aren’t Facts!  They Are Just Fantasy Thinking!  Just Lies!

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Secret Thoughts Within

The world is too hot for me tonight.

I have blisters on my heart from witnessing so much sadness around me.

The heat rises from the pains of humanity and I suffer from heatstroke.

I feel the fire,

Fires all around.

Some are oh so near,

While others flame on distant shores.

The stories of a million souls reach out to me and I drawn them into my heart.

You, share your honest truth with me and I burn from the intensity of it.

However, I will not pull away,

Because it is in the fire that we are refined.

The world is too hot for me tonight,

But I’ll keep my heart open

and stay with you–

We can blister together.

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By Charles Robert Lindholm

Lies, Speculation
Are Not “Proof”!  (You Had Your Days And Days In Court to prove conspiracies)
Trump Lost – Get Over

Your Whining,
Brainwashed Trump Supporters!!!
You’re An Embarrassment To

(Don’t Be A Crybaby – Like Trump,
He’s Not Really A Good Role Model For Anyone!)

Copyright © 2020 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 01-05-2021 – 07:00 a.m. 

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I remember you…

Come And Enjoy John’s post!


I remember you.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back."
  I remember you. 


 The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.

The heat of hot days,
thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline,
purify the sadness and losses of living.

I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.

You were my sanctuary and my imperfect Angel.

Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours,
allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.

I would bring wine and bread and
you would bring the tequila.
You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams and

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the grey room

there’s a stillness
when i mute the voices
with destructive vices
and writing this now i
can’t help but miss you
so much it unnerves me.

there are other things
good news, bad ones too
the list grows with the urges
to call you – to talk the way we use to.
this is all in the past now
as i stew alone with my happiness
accompanied by my regrets.

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That feeling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: Geralt – Nerve cells –

“Take every breath as an event.” Arzum Uzun

That Feeling

Blustery wind rolled off the ocean
into my skin with whispers of cool
hauntingly possessing me to the full,
and I carried it all day wrapped up as
electric juice sluicing through my
pulsing veins in rhythms of blue,
while the sky shone paisley and I
was iridescently alive to everything.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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She asked me to take her photo by the window. The moon hung above her head as I looked through the lens. She tucked a cigarette stick on her mouth; inhaled. Exhaled and laughed at me through the smoke.

We met in a bar two hours ago. A little drunk, she was singing to the tune of “Whiskey in the Jar.” Whack fol the diddle. Oh whack fol the diddle. oh there’s whiskey in the jar.In a crowd of dancing homos, there she was. Singing an old Irish folk song.

“You!” She notices me staring. “Are you in love with me yet? One glass of whiskey for the man in black,” she shouted. On our third glass, she pulled me out of the bar, pointed at an abandoned house across the street. “Meet me there in 5.”

So here I am. With a Lumix G9 in hand. Where she…

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#Haibun: More Time

Do Not Miss This Great Post From Linda!!

Charmed Chaos

Image by ivabalk from Pixabay

Since June of last year, my life has been a revolving door of doctor visits, tests, and surgeries. Being diagnosed with breast cancer in the middle of a pandemic was not on my list of ‘fun things to do in 2020.’ But, I found myself enduring more than I ever thought possible and traveling down that ‘what if’ road.
Even now, looking back, it is hard to fathom it all; it is a surreal nightmare. Now that I am currently cancer free, I look at the world with crystal clear eyes. I am blessed as this whole situation could have had a much different outcome. There is nothing more sobering than facing your own mortality.
We all know we are going to die, but in our day to day lives we manage to put it aside. That is, until a major life event shifts our…

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Thinking of summer when cold returns


1 of 10 in ‘The Winter Series’ from Jemverse

When it’s cold in the winter
I will look to the sun
and think back to the summer
as I have always done
Back to the days
of whimsy and breeze
when a cool wisp is welcome
rustling quiet through the leaves

When I’m cold in the winter
I will think of the days
when the warmth of the summer
smothers every malaise
Back to the times
when unencumbered and free
I can wander in sunshine
and quite simply be me


Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘Thinking of summer when cold‘ via Jemverse on 27 November 2015]

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