Daddy’s Baby Boy – a 10×10/Vocabularicon poem

Daddy’s Baby Boy

 

They sneak at night, to pick their mid, fall  gourd,

But they know not,  they have crossed the Dark Lord.

bikurgurl photo all rights reserved pumpkin farm at night

 

The clouds do glow,

to buy the fools some time,

and lead the way,

clear of his broods’ wet grime.

Image by Bikurgurl

They come each year, to choose for their blithe signs,

and with plans made, hunt one with thick lush vines

 

Once he is found, his life’s line is cut short,

pray what comes next, you’ve heard tell of a sort

 

The Dark Lord comes, his rage steams up the night,

It’s All Saint’s Eve, and Dad’s set for a fright.


I used this form of poetry for my last poem, Fuel, for the first time, also written for one of our very own poet community members., MMA Storytime’s challenges. I’ve had the idea for this style for a while, haven’t been able to find it out there anywhere so far. I call it the 10×10, meaning 10 lines with 10 one-syllable words each. You see the structure above if you’d like to try it.

This 10×10/Vocabularicon poem has been composed in response to bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday image prompt below. (Out on Wednesdays, see the challenge list at top of this blog.)She provides the image, and you write what you like, how you like, with, I’ll say, exactly 100 words. She’s a bit more lenient. As you can see, I used my new style for this one. It just works so well, I couldn’t resist.


 

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Fuel – a 10×10 Poem.

The mind is a vast starved beast of a thing,

it takes all you give, like leaves in the spring.

 

The means to stir one to move like the wind,

is the means it takes to make the same bend.

 

To feed the soul or to feed the gut’s fire,

start with one thing, to push you to the wire.

 

When the three piers are good, glad, and well fed,

there’s not one thing they can’t do when well led.

 

Keep in tune and you will not fail to win,

lest be your foe man, or be your foe sin.

 

I’ve had the idea for this style for a while, haven’t been able to find it out there anywhere so far. I call it the 10×10, meaning 10 lines with 10 one-syllable words each. You see the structure above if you’d like to try it.

But, I haven’t had the time. So, when I saw today that MMA Storytime, our resident all things macho, (at least in my mind) had his 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge, (Out on Tuesday, see the challenge list at top of this blog.) I thought…oh why not give it a shot. This week’s word is DIET. You don’t have to use the word, just be inspired by it.

MMA Storytime’s 100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge Badge Image.


 

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Poetry Challenges and Prompts?

IHello Y’all,

I’m looking to participate in some poetry challenges, and writing challenges, other than my own, and thought maybe some of you could put links in the comments to your favorites. And maybe a one-sentence blurb of what it’s about. Not a necessary thing though.

The links you provide will appear on a page, Challenges/PromptsFrom the Blogsphere, at the top of my blog, as long as they are writing-related and preferably not too naughty. If they are naughty, just let me know and I can make a note by the link.

Don’t worry if someone has already put your choice in, put it anyway. That just shows me how popular it is. Also, you can give more than one challenge site.

The sites could be:

  • poetry prompts
  • writing prompt sites in general
  • Flash Fiction
  • It can be an image that is meant to inspire a written word response. (Or typed word, for you literal types.)

I would like to start doing some fiction as well. I’m editing a few books for authors now, and writing my own but need a creative brain break to do something entirely off the plot.

If you facilitate a prompt/challenge then please comment with the link and a little blurb of what it is. As few words as possible.

This will help me, who always forgets where to go, and it’ll be good for people visiting this post to find some prompt sites.

I’ll be making a page with the prompt sites you provide, and the prompt/challenge. If you can provide a small blurb of what it’s about, that would be great, but it’s not required. The site link is what is a must. With the page, we all can easily find them, or at least I can.

I’d like to start up my Friday Fiction prompt again but I would not be as involved as I was before when I was reading and critiquing each story, providing feedback, and some technical information. It’s more difficult to come up with prompts than you might think. If readers show some interest in it, I might start it up. I know of a couple of people who ended up becoming authors after participating. And no, I’m not counting you, and you know who you are. Although I want to. And technically it’s true. 😀

My two poetry prompts are:

Thanks ahead of time. And please do give some great ones.

Much Respect,

Ronovan

P.S. If you see any extra letter ‘t’s in the above, forgive me. My ‘t’ key is apparently on the way out. It is super sensitive right now a I end up with two or three ‘t’s sometimes. I had to edit three words in this P.S. message alone. 🙂



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Love Swells – a poem

In the wee hours

The cock crows just three times

fore love swells… rises.

 

Poetry Lost Mind Image

Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 321 Morrow & Surge

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YOU ARE A MYSTERY TO ME – A Chanso Poem.

YOU ARE A MYSTERY TO ME

I search and spy you from across the room.
At first sight, I felt my heart burst in bloom.
My thoughts race to islands of blue waters
And for just a moment my vision blurs.

I touch your dress and feel the electric.
In this moment I know you’re the right pick.
I grip you in my hands, oh how perfect.
You hold my attention, firm, and direct.

You open to me, no fear to reveal.
Fragile as glass or hard as tungsten steel.
The lure of the first moments of delight.
No doubt about it, it’s love at first sight.

Your voice just for me, soft as a whisper,
Drawing me in and cause visions to stir.
Telling me what you plan to give to me,
Every single thought I can’t help but agree.

My eyes thrill to follow your every line
Making the moon rise and the stars to shine.
My mind explodes… the things to do with you,
and oh… the smile on my face when we’re through.

Took you home quick… opened your cover too.
Turn those pages for a whodunit clue.

 

If you want to know more about a Chanso poem, click here for How To Write Chanso Poetry. Or jump below the logo to get a not so quick explanation but a somewhat clear version.

 

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The not so quick explanation but a somewhat clear version:

You write however many stanzas you like or need in order to tell your story.

Each line has the same number of syllables… your choice. If one line is 7 then all lines are 7.

The number of lines per stanza is up to you but must stay the same for all stanzas with the exception of the last stanza. If one is 4 then all are 4, but the last would be 2, see next.

The final stanza has half the number of lines the other stanzas have. For this poem the stanzas have 4 lines, so my final stanza has 2.

The final stanza sums up what happened in your poem, or you can make a dedication to whoever or whatever you wrote the poem about.

And that’s it. I’ll be updating the How To… post soon with some history about the Chanso poetry form and some interesting language aspects that a history freak like me just loves to stumble upon.

Hope you enjoyed the poem, and try the style out.

Just a tip, if you write one, pick your topic/subject, then write a sentence for what each stanza will be about. For example:

My poem was about reading a book, as revealed in the final stanza. The subject of the poem being a deception until the end was my own doing, not a requirement of the style at all. Now here is how I went about my Chanso. I divided it up into what I considered the elements of reading a book, a real, honest to goodness, made of paper, book.

Seeing the book (On the shelf, the thrill that it’s there, the color of the cover.)

Feeling the book (As I take it off the shelf. Happy I finally and thrilled I finally have it.)

Opening the book (Opening the book to a story of a heartbreaking emotional story or a hard as nails action thriller. And knowing it was the right pick and delighting in what I see.)

Hearing the book (Hearing that creak of a book opening and the pages rifling.)

Reading the book (The words and the images and the ending and satisfaction of having read the book.)

The reveal (In this case.) that it is a book. (A quick summation of the poem. I was surprised by how easy it was to do it.)

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A SPECKLED CROWN – a poem

As bird gifts to man

a crowning day of white specks

so Man gifts the Earth.Poetry Lost Mind Image

Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 320 Day & Flaw

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polluted veins – a poem

Polluted Veins – by Ronovan Hester

~*~

The problems of man are just so, the problems of man.

Man fell from the gift of God’s creation to the gift of its own.

He gives us centuries of warning of disaster to come.

From the lowest of lands to the driest of earth,

from the wind-torn paths to the fruitless sands.

Knowledge, God’s greatest gift tells us the patterns of our fate.

He provides new histories to add to that of our lives.

We heed them or stay with our stubborn and troubled paths.

Some can go. Some cannot.

Those with none, need those with abundance.

To move from the barren, the heartache must travel.

Life is for living our ancestors know. Forgiveness is granted.

Blaming the heavens for what we as Man have done,

is our peril and denial of the twisted blood

through centuries Man has spun.

I leap into a life as one of God’s open-eyed man,

With a hope to right the wrongs in our ancestries’ polluted veins…

brought through its greedy sins.

To find the solutions to the decaying of our inner being.

My prayer is this, to keep the path, The Way.

To open the blind-eyed into those of the seeing.

To fill the world with hope and strength,

To see the truth in our life as Man.

To end my life… on the day that comes… with the, I Am.

Polluted Veins poem on sky blue background.

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priceless – a poem

declared as common

my ego stumbles, is subdued,

but remains priceless.

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Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 319 Trip & Whip

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hear me say – a poem – a letter – a message

It’s okay
What I’m saying
What I’m playing
That I’m praying
You think you know me and can show me

Hear me           Say

It’s okay
My mind’s relaying
It’s dismaying
It’s decaying
You think you know me, can control me

Here me           Say

It’s okay
I’m testifying
And I’m lying
And denying

And
And
And

It’s okay
I’m conveying
I’m portraying
And I’m fraying

And

It’s

Okay
I’m implying
And denying
And I’m dying
You think you know me, can console me

 

And
And
And
And

Is it okay
It’s diverting
to be inserting
and not be hurting

and
and

 

is it okay
i’m justifying

what you’re supplying

so preoccupying

death defying

dissatisfying

is it okay
that i pray

that i pray

that i pray

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nature saves – a kouta poem

care for life in      all      its forms

each      with purpose and meaning

protecting one another

fail in this       means death

 

 

The Japanese poetry form of kouta, meaning little song, was apparently created during the Muromachi Period (14th-16th centuries). It became popular again during the late 1800s as a Geisha song style.

There are two versions;

  1. A four-line or quatrain poem with the syllable pattern of 7/5/7/5.
  2. A four-line or quatrain poem with the syllable pattern of 7/7/7/5.

There are no hard and fast theme elements to consider. Some kouta use colloquialisms and onomatopoeia. The thing to remember is, it’s all according to your imagination. I have seen sites mentioning a fifth line may be added

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For added information:

One point to consider about the Geisha song style of Kouta is, the song may contain a 5/7/7 style. This is based on the first such Geisha song using this style in 1856. There may also be confusion in how the west interprets the style into English.

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burning – a poem

sweltering heat

suffocating tender skin

relieved in cool shade

 

I’m actually allergic to heat. Weird? Yep.

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Naughty Bulbs – a Dodoitsu Poem

Dodoitsu form of Japanese poetry came into being toward the end of the Edo Period which ended in 1868. Its themes are love, work, and usually comical.

It’s a syllabic constraint poetic form.

7/7/7/5

Daffodils do their bulb dance

in springtime to be naughty.

Scintillating complexions,

stupefy oglers.

Ronovan

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unity through community – a poem

hope comes with meeting

the opposite of yourself,

once met never parts

 

Yes, it’s a man bun.

To learn more about the Shi Rensa Haiku and to use it for my weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge 318 Meet & Part click HERE.

 

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wisdom in patience – a poem

If you get caught up in an offense someone does against you, you will never complete a mission you have set for yourself. Movements pitter out, fade away. Then nothing is accomplished. Offenses are used as misdirection to distract you and then the foe wins.

e’er your zeal should be

free from others wrongdoing

is patient wisdom

 

 

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My Love Always – a Rondelet poem

My Love Always

my love always

sends my mind to a higher plane

my love always

sends me into a drunken daze

simply by saying the word Spain

it’s more than my joy can contain

My love always

 

 

This is Volume Three, of the love 2020 series. Three volumes, three poems, three styles, one story. And none of it planned. Where will it end?

Volume One: To Know LoveHow To Write a Shi Rensa Haiku

Volume Two: To Have LoveHow To Write a Décima

Volume Three: My Love Always – How To Write a Rondelet—See below.


This is a poetry form of French origin using a syllable pattern, rhyme pattern, and refrains.

Sounds complicated and confusing? Nope.

It’s kind of like combining the Shi Rensa Haiku with the Décima.

How did that coincidentally happen on my blog of all blogs?

Honestly, I have no idea, because it was not intentional.

So how do you write one? I’ll put the quick version here and maybe have a full post later.

And no, this will not be a new poetry challenge.

TIP: Once you got it, stop reading. I will probably confuse you if you read too much. I have a bad happen of going overboard when I first explain a new poetry form, or anything else new.

There are seven lines.

One line appears three times. In lines 1, 3, and 7. Keep that in mind, because those lines need to make sense throughout the poem. It’s easier than you think. These are what are called refrains (repeats).

RHYME PATTERN:AbAabbA

SYLLABLE PATTERN: 4/8/4/8/8/8/4

Line 1: A—four syllables                A rhyme
Line 2: b—eight syllables               B rhyme
Line 3: A—repeat of line one         A rhyme
Line 4: a—eight syllables                a rhyme (small a, but still must rhyme with A.)
Line 5: b—eight syllables                B rhyme
Line 6: b—eight syllables                 B rhyme
Line 7: A—repeat of line one           A rhyme

TIP: Of course write line A first, but then go ahead and put it down two more times. space them out. Put a space between lines 1 and 3. Then skip three lines between 3 and 7. Sounds weird, but it helps. You practically have half the poem done with one line.

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Four Chain Haiku | Shi Rensa Haiku

Some of you may have noticed I created my own form of haiku recently. It’s not that I changed the number of syllables.

I simply made the ending verse, the third, of one haiku required to be the first verse of the following haiku in a poem containing four haiku.

(You can also do this with more than four haiku if you like as a basic Rensa Haiku, or Chain Haiku. I simply put it at four because that’s long enough for a story, but short enough for a challenge.)

This may sound like a haiku quartet, which I just discovered was an actual form, existed at 01:50 Tuesday, 7/28/2020. I’ve been using my style for a while now, created randomly with the first one I posted.

I’ve been doing a lot of research on haiku and other forms of poetry recently and I thought I would give this one a name I just don’t want people thinking I sought to pass one style off as another.

I first wrote, what I call Shi Rensa Haiku, one day when I thought it would be challenging to take a verse and make two Haiku that are unique but stay within the same message.

Here I give you the name I’m giving this style as it appears here on my blog, and among my poetic friends. The name is primarily to distinguish in case I have a reason to mention the name in our poetic circle.

Shi Rensa Haiku

Shi=Four

Rensa=Chain, connection

Haiku=Poem

From my understanding, you place the adjective of most emphasis next to the subject.

Here, the word Rensa means chain as in connection. and to me, that is the key adjective.

So, there is more behind the scenes in the development of this form than a row of numbers in red and black. But for the enjoyment of writing one, that row of numbers in black and red. is all you need. Some other day I’ll get into the rest of the story.

The way you write a Shi Rensa Haiku is with the following verse pattern with the like numbers being identical.
1
2
3

3
4
5

5
6
7

7
8
9

The goal is to have the entire poem deliver one message but with each haiku being a unique part/purpose within the poem and possibly having the story or message being told to progress with some purpose by the end.

Here is one I wrote recently as an example.

Loves anguish… thirst

 

I self-destruct when
your words are lost from my life
dread pervades this void

dread pervades this void
as my ego begs for hope
life devastates me

life devastates me
when your eyes embrace with mine
own          these thoughts hunger

own these thoughts           hunger
and thirst           to demolish walls
for identities

 

The additional spaces you see between some off the words are the pauses I feel occur between them, giving that moment emphasis and meaning. This is a tool used in haiku when you don’t want to use punctuation or perhaps when punctuation doesn’t really fulfill what you want. It has also been used because haiku in the original form was written in one continuous line, not three stacked lines. With the stacked lines, there is a built-in hesitation/pause.

I hope you give it a try. It’s challenging to get one just right.

Another way to view the pattern that may be easier for some as not everyone thinks the same, especially when it comes to such restrictive poetry forms.

1
2
3 same as next line

3 same as the previous line
4
5 same as next line

5 same as the previous line
6
7 same as next line

7 same as the previous line
8
9

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I know – a poem

There are things I can’t see
right here in front of me
but I know

I know

I’m too tired to flee
running to be free
but I go

I go

Please God hear my pleas
I’m down on my knees
please save me

save me

I’m hanging from this tree
with no words from thee
no guarantee

guarantee

Will I see you soon
please kill this typhoon
pain and misery

misery

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Free to Scream – a poem

What does this day mean to you?
Do you think of the red white and blue?

People we know died for us to exist.
Some lost their lives never being kissed.

I think of how it must have been.
But all I know is what they did back then.

Some scream there is no American Dreams.
I guess we’re lucky that we are free to scream.

Do you ever think about how other countries in far lands,
punish resistance and stealing candy by chopping off hands?

No, this country may not be the best,
but I would choose it over all the rest.

No matter the color of my skin
This country is where all have a chance to win.

 

fife and drum painting.

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Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None-A Poem?

Lost Man in Chair

Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None

by: Ronovan

I never saw the flight of a turtle dove,

its shell must weigh so much.

But when the howler monkey screeches

why does he choose to say it such?

 

And how much tross could an albatross tross

if an albatross could tross tross?

The truth of the matter is so simple.

You determine it by a coin toss.

 

Where does the rilla go

when he must be somewhere?

Wherever it must be,

he will go in his suit of hair

 

What does the snake wear with its rattle,

when it attends a formal function?

Whatever it is, it must be secure,

lest there be a wardrobe malfunction.

 

And how will the old coot bandi about,

when the season does change?

Most likely find another place,

but still in down under range.

 

Some may wonder what has happened,

to the mind of this odd man

I will explain to you someday,

when I can catch it with my hand.

 

 

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Words they do… – a poem

Word, the most violent and deadly of devices.

Some cause hurt will some bring sacrifices.

This singular blade of patronization

may bring hope or one’s death causation.

My breath is shallow    get off of me,

those are words below a bended knee.

They are screamed, shouted     cried in mass,

no wonder the chants have turned to “You can kiss my ass.”

Young man, lying cuffed     down on the ground,

pleas of “sorry”, “I’m good”, authorities stand around.

He’s sick and vomiting from fear    confused,

all the man asked is, “What drugs have you used?”

One word can turn belief from one to the other.

The right takedown   then a lineal belief of a brother.

Words, they do good    they do harm    they kill    they agree.

What does the future hold for this land of the free?

 
 
 
 
“One cannot change history, but can create the future.” – Ronovan Hester
 

Standard Poetry Image for Friday

 

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