By Charles Robert Lindholm
I
Count You
As A Blessing
Every Time My Heart
Beats
Copyright © 2021 Charles Robert Lindholm – The Reluctant Poet
All Rights Reserved – Thanksgiving Day 2021
Day: November 25, 2021
This world: A madhouse
This world: A madhouse
It is the stupidity, the short-sightedness
The ignorance and egoism of the common man
That brings man down
May those who still hear and see
Do not get infected
Trust is not based on the night
Trust is based on the day
May we walk the path of light and love
Even when the world burns…
DidiArtist, 24.11.2021
Many lies – a bit of truth
Insight is understanding and comprehension
Lies divide and do not unite
It does not question
Spreads fear and panic
Is sold as truth
How many lies are in our society
How little insight and understanding…
DidiArtist, 24.11.2021
A change is needed
Come and Read this from Didi
As long as the world is divided
Harmony cannot reign
It cannot be spoken in one opinion
As long as there are screamers in the world
Who call attention to themselves
There can be no reasonable politics
As long as people divide each other
Not realizing that we are all one big family
There can be no peace in the world
Until we learn to be one
To love and trust one another
Money, hatred, and envy will continue to rule the world
As long as the understanding of oneness does not blossom in our hearts
The cracks in the world will widen, problems will grow
Deep insight cannot shake us awake
May we all awaken before it is too late….
DidiArtist, 24.11.2021
Memories in light
Memories are like the candlelight in a darkness
They flare up and let us recognize…
DidiArtist, 24.11.2021
Life Box – Quotation of the Day
Life Box – Quotation of the Day
Happy Thanksgiving Day 2021 America – November 25th
Reblogs – Penny Wilson & Angelique Rose
We fear not being loved. Yet in other relationships, love is so hardcore and evident. Why is great love always at the extremes of the spectrum?
from
your lips
the word I
wish whispered most is
“mine”
When Death Came Knocking by Angelique Rose
I understand why she wanted
To walk away from this world
Why, when death started knocking
She opened the door and let him in.
She was tired of all the moments that her heart broke
She was tired of mustering all her strength to put it back together
She was tired of the endless fear
The chipping away of her plaster encased heart
And the fragile contents within.
When death came knocking
She smiled and opened the door
“I’ve been waiting for you” she said
“Take me, death. I have grown impatient”
What torture this life has been
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Two poems up at the Bind Collective
Check it out!
Yay!! I have two poems up on the excellent Bind Collective site:
https://bindcollective.org/2021/11/24/soil/
Compostable Love is all about the abundant life and wonder in a compost heap, while Meditation tells you about sowing seeds , that ‘promise to the near future‘.
Many thanks to Ella & Flo for publishing my poems!
The Reluctant Poet 