Poetry

Tears Inside.

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With a wine red nose,

The clown made the people laugh,

While tears flowed inside.

 

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Ron_LWIRonovan is an author, and blogger who shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer though his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.WordPress.com.

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Live or Not At All.

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No longer does the freedom of innocence reign childlike in our hearts.
Screams, horror, crashing, waiting, hoping, praying, all for naught.
For each that fell from the skies, so many more fell in the sands, the mountains.
The cycle continues in lessons unlearned in the history of man.

Do we not know the wages of want, and the evils of maddened men?
Be swift or be not at all, do or do not at all, leave no stone asleep.
Be not the meek of minded willinglessness that brings about the falling of lives.
Do or do not.

If you do, then do for all eternity, for those who receive will return in kind.
This day we turn our daily grievances to a past moment in time.
Fear or fear not.
Live, for you will one day live not at all.

Live or not at all a September 11 poem.

Much Respect-Much Love

Ronovan

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Random Acts of Rhymeness of a Lost Mind.

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I thought people might like to see what I used to do when completely out of my mind and bored. Warning, the following is not good and may be hazardous to your poetry skills for the day. From May, 2014.

 

Lost Man in Chair

 

Social Media Random Acts of Rhymeness

My brain fails to stop me sometimes. Here are the ‘poems’ I came up with and tweeted last night.

 

#1

Peter O’Toole

Never played a Fool

Unless he wore a crown.

 

#2

There are things we must know

When we know nothing at all

Stand up straight shoulders back

And shut our mouths above all.

 

#3

Why do you quibble

When the meaning is so far

Buried within us?

 

Much Respect-Much Love

Ronovan

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Our life, our story

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Very wise.

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Recreate the story of our life

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You. (A Poem.)

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poetry image man on rocks looking out to sea

When the days are long, and nights even longer.
Thinking of you, makes my desire even stronger.

poetry image man on rocks looking out to sea

Didn’t know which way I liked it better so I put both in.

Much Love, Success, and Respect

Ronovan

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By the fate of I–A Brighter day. (Poetry)

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I don’t sing no more.
What do you think you’re doing.
I won’t cry no more.
That’s what you bring from me.

Thought about it,
Then I went another way.
Shook about it,
Then I thought another way.

You may think you know me,
You never knew me at all.
You laugh at me and what I be,
Now look at what you lost in the fall.

I don’t sing no more,
What do you think you’re doing.
I won’t cry no more.
That’s what you bring from me.

You wish you could see,
Then you crash on the rocks.
You think you are free,
Then you crash on the rocks.

Think about it,
What do you really know?
Do you want to shout it,
“Please, please let me go”?

By the power of I.
There is a better way.
Give up the big lie,
And you will find a brighter day.

Now it’s time to end,
I’ve never been in so need of a kiss.
I keep healing to mend,
My heart will never forever miss.

By the power of I.
I have a brighter day.

 

Stream of conscious poem/lyric poem today. Just wrote this so if it doesn’t make sense, blame the MRI and no editing.

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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Stand up for yourself. #Poetry

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Stand up for yourself, because no one else will.
If you truly believe what you believe then have resolve of steel.
Don’t worry about people and what they may think.
If they love you for you then they won’t even blink.

Things are important in this day and age.
We don’t have those heaven wise men, a guru, a sage.
Don’t let fear conquer your heart and your mind.
Stand up for yourself and be one of a kind.

Hate, ridicule, may follow your each and every word.
But to you and yourself at least you will have been heard.

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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Lonely lay the heart. (A poem.)

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Lonely lay the heart of the man, under the feet of love’s caravan.
Through sands of burning glass, to the brittle savanna’s finger grass.
Cutting and scratching for a hole of entry, fighting against a time tested sentry.
Lonely lay the heart of the man, in search of the tenderness of his love’s hand.

A whisper of a word begins the stir of change, as rumblings sound throughout the range.
Shattering boundaries and crossing borders, the word on her lips destroys the stone’s engraved orders.
Raging seas roll within his confines, thoughts racing and winding about building for her shrines.
A whisper of a word begins the stir of change, in search to burst the heart beat of the one to whom love is so strange.

Fire burns through granite of the hardest find, intent on finding the only one for his kind.
What was once a shadow of mindless raving, now is pulsating with the blood of a lifetime’s craving.
With the wind now blowing to fan the flame, neither the source or the man will ever be the same.
Fire burns through granite of the hardest find, molten like lava to burn her image in his mind.

 

Much Love, Success, and Respect

Ronovan

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A Love Of. My #100WordWisdom

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A love of life.a-love-of
A love of living.
A love of laughter.
A love of forgiving.

A love of smiles.
A love of gleams.
A love of isles.
A love of dreams.

A love of hands.
A love of arms.
A love of breaths.
A love of charms.

A love of days.
A love of nights.
A love of thoughts.
A love of sites.

A love of hopes.
A love of heart.
A love of scope.
A love of smart.

A love of kisses.
A love of brushes.
A love of whispers.
A love of hushes.

A love of you

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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But the heart will never know…

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Today is the day I care not for the want,
The want of a haunt of an old lovers jaunt.
Through the gates of a level of Hell I once knew,
I cringe at the thought of anyone that’s not you.
Have I ever given a matter to a hopeless wondering?
In times of need you show worth more than anything.
Glass breaks for just in case we cannot keep pace.
Our world spins at the same rotation but will we tie the race?
Decisions, decisions make up one’s mind to overflow levels.
Insanity of the choices crack the walls that keep out the dust devils.
You my dear, my darling one I fear, you are the one I must unite.
The decisions are breaking the mind of the kind in spite of all might.
Ah, but wait, is there a light to look to in the burning heart,
The heart so inflamed the skin scorches at the touch of every part.
The mind may know, the mind may understand, the mind may rest,
But the heart will never know the meaning nor stop as long as it beats inside this chest.
You are the beginning and the end, no forgive me that sin.
You are never an end, only a forever, I will posses within,
No matter the distance, no matter the day, no matter how long if never it may.
It all will be held here with me, with all of the love I have for you till eternity’s day

Much Love

Ronovan

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Night Thoughts

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Amazing body

Are the two words I think of

Every night, fresh strength?

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Thinking of you brings

For me pleasant dreams at night

Are fresh thanks to you.

 

 

Much Love and Respect

Ronovan

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Sands of Our Lives

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Think to yourself, do you know what I’m asking
Do I give you your dreams, through your rose colored eyes
Clearing your mind, with each breath that you’re taking
Can you break with a smile, through the sands of our lives

 
Hearts are breaking, in distant worlds of wonder
Why does it have to be, though for years it has been
Shaking the hold, with a moment of thunder
Can you see the days, know you always will win

 
Temporary moments of silence and solo
Does it matter if quiet rules over the day
What does it matter as long as we both know
We’re going together in the same along way

 
I want the minutes to pass like lightning
With seconds non-existent in time of the realm
Reality breaks me into pieces somewhat frightening
But I pull myself up nothing to me overwhelm

 
You may miss the every second of every moment
When I fall down and cannot get up to stand
But don’t worry about me breaking I’m only gently bent
I’m fine as long as there is a glimmer, a hint, a strand

 
Hope is the future of a wasted past’s happenings
Future is the hope of a today’s receding sands of the shore
Never give up on me as I ramble in blatherings
I’ll be here and there through the music of our hearts’ beat score

 

Much Love, Much Respect

Ronovan

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Love Connection. A #BeWoW and #1000Speak Poem.

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Sometimes you need to lose a connection to find a connection. One you have may not be the one you need. Once that one is lost, or ended, a new one may enter your life. Connections come and go. Don’t dwell on the lost ones. Focus on the ones not yet made, or the one newly made that may have been the reason for your existence.

Always be open and aware of words and actions. Combined they can tell you the truth. If they conflict, so long. If they agree, then awesome.

This is another entry for the #BeWoW and #1000Speak for today dealing with Connecting.

Love-Connection

Next Door
Long Distance
Brick Walls
No Resistance
 
Coping All
Always Well
Frequent Falls
Temporary Hell
 
Within Sight
Within Sound
Wishing Blind
Heaven Found
 
No Reason
Every Moment
Forgotten Purpose
Eternal Appointment
 
Madness Mayhem
Quiet Peace
Constant Pain
Sweet Release
 
Decision Made
Belonging Heart
Leaving Away
Never Apart

 Much Respect

Ronovan

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Good-bye Bird

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Go and support Eloise at this time. This is my Sunday Thought for today.

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Good-bye my pretty Bird,

Fly away free

Never mind the tears

They’re not for you, but for me.



Good-bye my golden friend

The one who drives me mad

Even now I smile at memories

That will one day make me sad.



Good-bye our precious grandmother

The children loved you a tonne

I told them when I came home

You gave me the last touch

So the game continues on!



Good-bye my pretty little bird

Death has collected you at a young age

How peacefully you left us

To kiss and watch your empty cage.



RIP Mum 11/12/1944 – 25/04/2015

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Lips intoxicate (A Poem)

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The wind, finds me at my end.
Whether I survive and thrive, it’s up the tides I ride.
Sounds of chimes softly dampen my rhymes.
My mind is content to no longer vent, the energy spent.

Soft ocean waves beat away the fray on display.
Birds cry out in joy, like a bike gifted boy.
I cannot deny or lie that I spy beauty walk by.
Why delay or be afraid to speak of  the vision my mind’s way?

Dreams are what I have in sleep or awake.
I keep moving forward each day for attainment’s sake.
Do you think this drifting of my thoughts is a sign?
I’ve never been a drunk, but her lips intoxicate like sweet red wine.

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I ain’t lazy, maybe a little crazy. (A Poem.)

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They call me insane for my constant author campaigns.
But who is to say someone else will come up with my way?
Look to the left and then to the right, then you might say who might be a might.
Set up the way for a better day to display what authors have to say.

Yes, I am crazy, but you can’t call me lazy.
I might be a bit touched, but who isn’t by much?
Would you rather not gather and foam at the mouth in a lather,
As you sit, and don’t hit, while your book don’t sell spit?

It’s not all on me, as you will see, you gotta make it be.
You will be a part, as I start, and leave a remark.
Don’t know what I’m talking about?
Listen up and you’ll hear people shout.

 

 

A new author support site I insanely created.
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Observe the curves without reserves. (A Poem)

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Lyrically challenged in a pop centric world.
I keep my thoughts of girls in a jar like a pearl.
Never to be known or set on a velvet throne.
I keep to myself with, starving with a bone.

Dreams are made of these, no, I don’t disagree.
Who can say what is right or wrong, when it comes to the use of the leather or the song?
Needing, pleading, feeding, my misdeeding, I beg for a leg of a born again Meg.
Do you know, what I want to show, on a meandering row full of dough?

Pleasure for pain, is it right or insane, do you think I’m plain if I don’t refrain?
Is that a comment on society or just someones notoriety?
Today is the day to end all the dismay, with what in the world I have to say.
Nothing like the form of the warm and torn and silkily worn.

I play with the words you heard, but hurt from the blurred absurd.
With these I mean no harm, unlike the dogs from the stud farm.
I merely want to observe without reserve the curves with a curve.
No, I know I’m not normal, but who ever said my rhymes had to be formal?

 

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Testify (A Poem)

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I have no shame, to have my name as a follower of the man of greatest fame.
He didn’t have to do it. He could’ve left us. But no way, uh uh, the Man upstairs chose not to throw off.
We’re complete sinners, turn out to be winners, I count myself among the great final enders.
Do you suppose, He knows, I chose to give my woes up over His foes?

He knows all, He’s seen it happen, gives us a shot, but we keep back slappin’.
It’s not what we’ve done, it’s because of His Son, the soul of a sinner is won.
I stood up, I stepped out, I walked the aisle, saw what its’ all about.
Can I get a witness? Can I get an Amen? Can I, Can I, come on, come on, testify.

 

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Be Original (A Poem)

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You want a poem, that’s not the norm?
You came to the right place to be slapped in the face.
Here are the words that go down as they come.
Today it’s the Lost Mind which they are from.
 
You say you got game but all you do is blame.
Bring on a word, something I haven’t heard.
Cry me a river is a song of tears, it’s the one Britney’s PR team fears.
The girl gone cheating, now whose albums are beating?
 
Old hat, my mind’s a ding bat, I like my cat, but you done known that.
Is it life, of strife, a back stabbed knife, I will keep to survive?
I ain’t rhyming, to keep the timing, for the pale faced miming, the poetic climbing.
Stay in your cave, behave, don’t be a slave to the rave or you lose to the suck-up tidal wave.
 
Stretch yourself to the limit so you know you are here to stay and are in it to win it.
Staying in one place, keeps you perplexed and vexed with a smirk on their face.
You’re scratching your head, wondering what it is I said, cause you can’t understand the way the words you’ve been fed.
It’s okay that you don’t know, because I ain’t here to put on a show, I love to put words down that flow.

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My End. Farewell.

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It’s been a long week.
It’s been a long day.
It doesn’t seem as though,
This illness will go away.

Through much deliberation,
And a great deal of self flagellation,
I have come to the decision,
It’s time to end my mission.

No, no, it has not been easy,
But this pain I have makes me queasy.
Thus I must focus on the moment.
Preparing myself through soulful atonement.

To all the girls I’ve loved before,
All those who’ve walked in and out my door,
I leave you with these last steadfast rules,
Remember today is April Fools.

 

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