A timely one this week going along not only with my Haiku Challenge prompt words but also the focus of my blog this week, a need that cannot be kept waiting.
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I think of you every minute of the day
Wishing and praying all your cares away
But I don’t always know what to say
So I spent the day
Loving you
Loving you
You know, sometimes you begin writing and things happen. I opened up the post this morning to write an article, ended up beginning a poem, a lyric poem, then as I went to the Chorus it occurred to me, what else is there to say? I think my message is clear. I think it is received. And love can be love as in friendship as well.
Sometimes we write and write because we lock ourselves into the constraints we see in place in a type of writing. Truly what you write is what you write and how you feel. What you end up with is the type of writing you end up with. Criteria? Never do that to yourself. Write. Write from the heart and people will know. Write from a form or checklist and people will know.
Spend the day loving you and loving your talent.
Just as I will spend the day loving you.
Ronovan
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Sometimes you get inspiration from the strangest places. This one is the strangest of all. I didn’t even have to watch the Grammy Awards and heard about this one.
Move super egos
Dweebzus is in the house now
Wait for disaster.
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I hear your voice
Two words
They hammer at the wall
Of my mind’s death
Heaven sent
Or heart found
I am pulled from the darkness
I breathe
I grieve
I mourn
I want the death again
Why this torture for me
Why the agony of this loss
Why so here and so not
Why
Days of pleading prevail
Please, God bring my ease
Please, God bring me release
Please, God break my mind again
Please, God
Knowing but still nothing
Two words
Freeing me from death
Condemning me to worse
Why were you taken
Why
Where is the never ending joy
Where is my peace
Why does my heart need ache
Why every day
Free me from this tearing of my soul
I pray for an end
Not quick enough
The story of a poem. Think of a man who is in the hospital and unconscious. He hears a voice calling to him, he sees a face. He sees a little girl’s face. He opens his eyes to a place he doesn’t know, with a broken mind. The little girl isn’t there. Where is she? The little girl was never born. She called out to the man. It wasn’t his turn. She used what she could to tell him it just wasn’t his time yet.
Flash forward and the man remembers about the little girl. He remembers who the little girl is. He wants it to be his time. But his time is not quick enough. He wants the memory to go away. But it won’t go away quick enough.
I have seen comments to this poem and I have even seen poems written as a response in which I am tagged in. Thank you for the thoughts and the words, but the suppositions are nowhere near the mark. This is one that cannot recover, cannot be brought back, cannot be made to have a better day. If you pray, pray I forget that I once gain forget the memories that came to me that inspired this poem. Please do so.
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Two words created to inspire creativity. For some it pulls out of them a positive and uplifting experience as they tap into either a fun and joyful memory or moment. For others it may be the complete opposite. That is the magic of words. You never know for certain what will be brought to the mind, even to the mind of the one creating the words. Or perhaps for some there is no surprise where this lost mind travels.
I hear you calling,
Forcing my lost mind to break,
You free me to death.
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My plan for the week was, let me actually rephrase that, I wasn’t going to write a Haiku this week. In fact there was no plan for poetry at all in my foreseeable future. It’s not that I have given it up or don’t like poetry, it’s just something I am not feeling right now. I’m not a poetry mill. I’ve been there and done that.
Writing poetry, at least for me is about tapping into an honest place and sharing honest things that can be tender places in the heart that shouldn’t be touched. Even when I write a funny poem it doesn’t begin that way. It begins serious and turns humorous out of defense. Defending the tender places.
Some reading this are likely about to hurl. They don’t see how poetry is that big of a deal or how it can really be any more than a few words to rhyme about puppies, clouds and rainbows. True, some poetry is about those things, for that writer. Perhaps those things have meanings for them. I don’t know where the inspiration came from so I can’t say good or bad.
However, even though poetry was not in the heart for me this week, which is a requirement, even though I didn’t want to go there a friend expressed a hope I would write something for the challenge I host each week. How could I not write something when so many faithfully participate each week?
Do not fret, my heart,
While you beat slowly for now,
The chill of loss fades.
Much Respect
@RonovanWrites
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My Guest Lyric Poem on Hugh’s Views & News. Pure Love. Hang on to something. Think upbeat.
From the comments this is one of my best so far. Go check it out and see if Hugh’s Readers are right. Give me your feedback. Should I get someone to do some music for it?
Words picked at random end up evoking thoughts and imaginings that you never considered. Potential humor, societal commentary but love and desire? Those words never came to mind when I chose the prompts for the week. But then this is me. This is my mind and my imaginings and regardless of what may be the spark, the fire always seems to rage in the same direction, across the same landscape of the mind.
This was written for a special reason as I was thinking of something and the words wrote themselves. Though they did not end up in the home where they were written I wanted to share them as I thought they needed to be shared. I do hope you enjoy.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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I ask for a Coke
In the land of the Yankee,
Pop fails to ease thirst.
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Freedom for me is
My lips and your every curve,
Bring the greatest joy.
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Try to take my joy,
You will fail every attempt,
To deny freedom.
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I logged in to write something, anything. Then I got upset and was going to rant, but then I remembered that this is The Year Of Renewal. So, pardon my language a moment, screw the upset. Listened to a song right after writing that bit of paragraph and a lyric poem came to mind. No, nothing to do with that first part. Just to show you a moment does have to color your entire day. Well that and I was just feeling it.
I know that, I’m growing old
But my heart, feels eighteen
Your love is, growing cold
No that’s not, what I mean
Words come out wrong, but I say them anyway
The pain is so strong, it gets worse every day
I can’t tell you
How,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways
I can’t tell you how,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways
They say you, are just a dream
You can’t be, that for real
But I know, you’re all you seem
You’re more than, sex appeal
I say that I love you, you stay anyway,
You keep running farther, coming back every day
Oh let me tell you
How,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you, to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways
Yes,
We
Be
long
To
gether
Always
So lady
you
know
That
I
know
We’re
guaranteed
Yes,
We
Be
long
To
gether
All ways
To
gether
Always
Dedicated to . . .
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Empty days bring peace,
As routines return to norm,
The classroom, bedlam.
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To all my old friends,
Peace to you in the new year,
To new friends to come.
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Poetry is one of my favorite things to do. Writing a book of your life in a few lines. I’ve often said that I do not write poetry, I write mini chapters of my life. Some poetry you can read and tell it is forced. Once I realized I was getting close to the forced line I stopped writing poetry. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t force any writing ever. For a guy that really had no idea what his blog was going to be about, originally it was going to be a place to share my thoughts about the Bible, but I was doing that elsewhere. Now it’s a place I share everything. My poetry reflects that. One poem that didn’t make the Top 10 is one I enjoyed writing, although I enjoyed writing them all. It was one from earlier on in my poetry life. I include it as a bonus. So I give you my . . .
Of 2014Dec 25
May 16
June 2
June 28
Aug 21
June 2
June 9
Sept 19
July 16
Sept 22
Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None
May 28
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As some may have noticed, I put forth a Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge here on Ronovan Writes. There is reason for that, although I have not written as much Haiku as I once did. I think reading them all and doing the Weekly Recap kind of burns me out a bit. But of late I have been jumping in again. So I decided to list my . . .
of 2014
Before the Night Fell
Dec 20
Life’s One Need
Aug. 12
Love Letter Found
June 6
My Revenge
Dec 3
Screams Pain
Oct 29
Barely Breathe
Dec 15
I Give
Sept 19
Three Word Wisdom
Sept 1
Embattled-Poetry for What you Need it Mean
Aug 16
Loves Touch
Dec 30
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It’s after midnight
Santa’s done been and gone
His reindeer were a bit messy
They took liberties on the lawn
I guess that’s okay
As long as I get something nice
I wonder if I’ll get
The complete series of Miami Vice
I’ve eaten enough dressing
I’ve had a lot of the oink
Too bad this year
I didn’t get a Christmas . . .
Anyway, I should be asleep
But that doesn’t seem to be the case
I keep considering taking a peek at the tree
But there is not even a nightlight in this place
What do I really want for Christmas
Well let me count them one by one
I would like to have a literary agent
Who makes deals like they’re holding a gun
Give me a one of a kind thought
To write a best selling book
One with a lot of action
And a lot of steam for the leads as they cook
Find me the right publisher
Who thinks I am the best
Takes me under their wing
And ignores all the rest
Then give me a life long talent
To write book after book a hit
So whenever I need to express myself
All I need is a laptop and a place to sit
Give me a muse to inspire me
Make her something to behold
Give her all my dreams fulfilled
Even the ones I’ve never told
Now I best get to sleep
I hear an odd thumping
It’s either Santa back for another pass
Or there is someone upstairs um bumping
Around
Ronovan
PS: There’s not really any good oink around here anyway. Just saying.
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Time For Innocence,
This Season we are now in,
Gives our Life Meaning.
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Before the night fell
God did breathe life into man,
To bring us all hope
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I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
Though you tell me
It’s
A
Sin
My heart keeps me
Going
There
My hands impassioned
In
Your
Hair
I can’t
Fight this
I don’t want to
You’re my
Heart beat
That brings me through
I feel your sighs
Within
My
Ear
Causing tremblings
That
You
Fear
Desires keep finding
Their
Way
Through
All my thoughts
Consumed
By
You
Don’t fight
Give in
We’re meant to be
Don’t my
Last breaths
Tell you what you are to me
I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin
My dreams
Keep drawing
Me
In
How can
You live
Without me
As I
Lie here
Dying more every day
Without you
Your lips upon my skin . . .
Ronovan
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