STOP IT – IT’S OVER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Stop-It
It’s Over,
You’re A Loser
Start Wearing Big Boy
Pants

The
Facts Show
The Election’s Over
Free And Fair, Not
Rigged

Copyright © 2021 Charles Robert Lindholm  – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – 01-12-2021 – 07:00 a.m.

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The Iron Mountain song…

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 The Iron Mountain song

I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time my love, my beautiful Kathy. The shadows of your kind face had been haunting me since the last time I saw you. You told me once in the Winter of 1986. “Damn war don’t need you. Damn money become just paper when you die alone and my love, you will miss me.”

I’m dying and I need you my Iron Mountain dream. My conquests seem so small as I rested by my Ojibwa Land. My 180 acres of free land is like me. Wild and untamed. I wondered. Is the traveling man cruelest lesson learn is.  The malice of hiding true face and need, is living and dying alone.

I went to the Iron Mountain tavern. I…

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Love words of a mad man…

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Love words of a mad man

A Poem byCoyote Poetry
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Just words

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1-Break me…

Please break me and  make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived, know life  can be okay.

Drink of my skin and eat of my flesh and make me scream. I want to become lost in you and I have accepted the bad ending. I learn fairy tale ending are for children.

Wear the black dress and nothing else. I want the purple-black scarfs upon your wrists. I want you sing in sweet whispers to me. “I want nothing Johnnie and I want everything.” Be mine alone  my muse, my siren. Dark night allowed sober kisses and wild dance to expand to places. Places for the ghosts to love and kiss.

In the purgatory of life. We need to beg for things we should…

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Everyone is a river..

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Everyone is a river…

She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her tattoos on her tender skin. On her back were wings of a angel, mixed of many colors making her back look like a rainbow after a soft morning rain.

A string of red rose bushes rose-up her left leg to her lower back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turn to me and she asked. You like my tattoos? My favorite tattoo is the flowing river upon my right arm. Dear Johnnie, everyone is a river, we are part of the earth. Each of us having reason and purpose. We learn great wisdom when we know, a grand life is befriending many, being kind to the earth and her animals. When…

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Everyone is a river..

johncoyote

Everyone is a river…

She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my eyes. I loved her tattoos on her tender skin. On her back were wings of a angel, mixed of many colors making her back look like a rainbow after a soft morning rain.

A string of red rose bushes rose-up her left leg to her lower back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She turn to me and she asked. You like my tattoos? My favorite tattoo is the flowing river upon my right arm. Dear Johnnie, everyone is a river, we are part of the earth. Each of us having reason and purpose. We learn great wisdom when we know, a grand life is befriending many, being kind to the earth and her animals. When…

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Have Hope

Charmed Chaos

Irises- Vincent Van Gogh

Fruity scent of purple iris dabs cool
morning air with heady perfume
as sword shaped jade leaves dance
with random grace to a melody
of lilting music whistling
through budding trees.

Sweetest song sung for eons of years
Have hope, for spring is here!

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She Chooses the Less Travelled Road!

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The road is bumpy,

But she as a traveler is adamant to take the road…

With a heart willing to wander,

The fears are out of her sight….

Long after walking on a rough patch,

Her feet are tired but she isn’t ready to give up…

Her heart is pumping blood perfectly,

But the numbness in there is visible to no one…

On a dark night,

Looking at the hope emitted by the stars in the sky….

She is still on the path rarely taken….

With strong faith in God,

She is willing to walk on the less travelled road…

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