Mattered

Once upon a time, you believed you mattered.

That time and space and even seas were shattered.

The space lying between the atoms, a place to dream of better.

All the world weariness and pain soothed letter by letter.

Perils abound around a personal Eden.

The clock slips and the barrier beaten.

A question of doubt, a global event?

Some say a detriment heaven sent.

The atoms collide, the spaces closed.

The seas crashed, time and space… did implode.

Lying broken in a tangled mess, you wonder if you had given your best.

If you did, then what now?

How?

Days go by, the hours flow.

The months pass, the years grow.

Time heals? But does it now?

Or does it hide, cover, and disavow.?

Each disaster must learn how to make a deal.

Even if the contract to carry on is not real.

 

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The Good One

Denying the just and good,
for the mortals they never should,
for what have they ever stood,
but self and and glory seven fold?

They wonder why we are dying,
yet to the fools they stay tying,
even knowing they’re lying,
blaming the just and good one.

These human heroes change each day,
subject to what they need they say,
but the good stays even when flayed,
never to shame his name.

My Ovi for this weeks prompt of ROLE MODEL and a how I came up with my idea for it and wrote it.

First, I decided to use the SOCIAL IRONY aspect of OVI. I seem to identify with how everything about society can be ironic. IN this particular case, people choose Role Models that will always fail them at some point. Either the role model will reveal they aren’t really someone to follow, or the person doing the following learns and matures in their thinking and own personal development.

For my poem, I used how people use celebrity as a Role Model. Everyone from pro athletes to music stars, politicians to actors. They all fail in some moment because they are human. Just like you and me.

THE WRITING OF THE POEM

Usually unless it’s a Haiku, I’m not wired to think in syllables. But I’ve been writing Haiku for 10 years now. Every time I begin one, my fingers start counting.

With a new form or one that is more geared toward a them, such as the OVI PROMPT is, not necessarily using the words ROLE MODEL within the poem, I might write a full sentence, a full idea, and then I begin to turn a paragraph into a stanza using the most efficient yet strongest words I can.

In the case above, I stated that people decide to deny the example of Jesus and instead turn to examples that are show in media, glamorized and even idolized by those reporting them to us fair citizens. Yeah, some are awesome. But do I idolize them, or put all my faith that the good things about them are a representation of their entirety? Nope.

By the third stanza I’ve said the human role models are changeable based on needs, whims, and changes of mind and situation. But with Jesus, he never changed, all the way to the cross. Is that fact of fiction? Well, that depends on who you ask, who has done research, and who just plain either wants to believe or doesn’t want to.

THE OTHER POSSIBLE INTERPRETATION

For some you can read the poem as being about a person you picked as being right, who was looked over or denied for the flashy and loud, but who change as need be to remain popular, while your person stays the same and holds fast to their convictions.

 

The River Runs Through.

The way to freedom is a line,
straight or a meandering vine,
circling and entwines,
never to join the beginning.

Do not think to what came before,
gone to be left evermore,
in the path you score,
what happens in a river?

As troubled water flows it pounds,
eroding till what was left drowns,
tumbling til it washes down,
the stain of its memory.

 

The OVI Challenge.

Chaos.

There are so many things, that I cannot see what they mean.

Never knew it was temporary, fool be me.

Reality hits but doesn’t hurt until I feel it.

Making waves is not an occupation but a final destination.

Given a blank check to the heart’s infatuations, to bad the date was an expiration.

My confusion is not an exaggeration.

No longer breathing now I’m alone, can’t scratch the surface of the undertow.

Stories go to the end, but the book never closed.

My words are senseless unless you know.

 

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The Path – Haiku.

The Path

the rock paves the way

for both the land and river

roll as directed

 

This is my entry for this weeks Haiku Poetry Challenge.

There are details in the prompt on how to write a Haiku.

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The Cycle – Haiku.

The Cycle

quakes fell colonies

life wrecked with deaf ideas

feel beyond defeat

 

his is my entry for this weeks Haiku Poetry Challenge FEEL and Tremor.

There are details in the prompt on how to write a Haiku.

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Living as Well: A Sijo Poem

Lions Living. Lion, Lioness, and cub.

 

 

 

 

Not all life is about life, it’s about living as well.

Playing in the in between moments of need, want, loss, and fear.

Relenting to the everyday only leads to the everyday.

Father and children lying on grass.

 

 

 

 

For the Sijo Challenge this past week.

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Progress for Reason – Haiku.

Progress for Reason

the journey’s purpose

to reach the destination

never stop searching

 

his is my entry for this weeks Haiku Poetry Challenge PAUSE and Trek.

There are details in the prompt on how to write a Haiku.

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Respect: Part One-A Poem

Poweful Woman
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Respect Part One
by: Ronovan from Life

Yes
We All
Are Aware
Of Your Ogles
And Your Staring
Of Your Cat Calling
And Of Your Compare
Your Blood Flowing
In One Direction
Your Brain
Caught
Up in
Yes
Crude
Immature
And Vanity
Filled Inspection
Not Anyone’s Piece
Nor Their Property
Nor A MidNight
Boy’s Fantasy
I Am Brains
Beauty
All
You’re
Weak And
Feeble Of Mind
With Ego Fractured
Y’All Don’t Understand
Why We’re To Be A Man
A Mature Being of Life
Appreciates Beauty
Intelligence And
God’s Creative
Masterpiece
Woman Is
For Life
Honor
Love
Air

 

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Why? – A Haiku.

why do we quibble

when the meaning is so deep

buried within us

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