Nights are much too long,
Thinking of you from afar,
I can barely breathe.
Ronovan
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Poetry
I belong . . .
Even though you run
There will always be the truth,
I belong to you
Ronovan
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Run Away-My Haiku For the Week
People run away.
To hopes, dreams and fantasies,
I do not belong
Ronovan
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My Revenge. My Haiku Poetry for Challenge #21.
I view my future,
With a passion never seen,
My revenge is love.
Ronovan
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Remnants
I hunt through these cracks
For remnants of a lost dream
Search the wind that tears.
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The Morning After
The day after Thankful finds me in bed
For some odd reason I wish I were dead
Was it that second helping of baked ham
Or was it watching too much of Yosemite Sam
Of deviled ham I did warn
But deviled eggs have come to scorn
Who invented celery for the dressing dish
The first to suggest it well for them I have a wish
And why do the desserts come at the end of the meal
I left without even a morsel for I had had my fill
Did I go out early in the eve
Trying to find a deal being quite naive
Perhaps I just missed out on what mattered most
But there are of some things you just cannot post
For all of you out doing shopping mania
Are those lines all the way back to Albania
Do you see the last of the three of the things you wanted
With the empty shelf will your dreams become haunted
Don’t forget the turkey sandwiches left to be eaten
Take the gas-x so the internal combustion can be beaten
All in all I suppose I must live
Because I have so much more rhyming left to give
So no worries about me ending up there right now in Heavan
Much Respect, from me, the one and only Ronovan
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The first reported case of deviled ham.
It’s early here. Especially early considering it is Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I have a blanket wrapped around my legs, the warmth makes the joints and bones feel decent. Who would have thought at my age I would need to be doing that? But then no one would have ever thought Mr. Human Heater would ever need a blanket.
So what am I thankful for today,
on this National Holiday?
I suppose I need to start with God,
and continue with that I at least still have a bod.
Family must be in the picture,
I hope that cranberry salad is of the right mixture.
Loved ones and smiling faces galore,
or the thoughts that I most adore.
Creativity and my imagination,
are two things needing appreciation.
Of course my friends here and there,
and those most loved everywhere.
You come upon a holiday and wonder what to write about. Do you write about the foods and traditions, which usually are the foods? The favorite deviled eggs. It’s a thanking God day and deviled eggs are one of Southern people’s favorites? Yes, my addled brain finds humor in that. It reminds me of a story my old pastor once told.
Jesus Restores Two Demon-Possessed Men
Matthew 8:28-34
28 When he arrived at the other side in the region of the Gadarenes, two demon-possessed men coming from the tombs met him. They were so violent that no one could pass that way. 29 “What do you want with us, Son of God?” they shouted. “Have you come here to torture us before the appointed time?”
30 Some distance from them a large herd of pigs was feeding. 31 The demons begged Jesus, “If you drive us out, send us into the herd of pigs.”
32 He said to them, “Go!” So they came out and went into the pigs, and the whole herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and died in the water. 33 Those tending the pigs ran off, went into the town and reported all this, including what had happened to the demon-possessed men. 34 Then the whole town went out to meet Jesus. And when they saw him, they pleaded with him to leave their region.
What does that have to do with Thanksgiving? My old pastor and friend told the story from the Bible and was very serious as he looked out over the congregation in the church that Sunday and followed it up with “And that is the first known record of Deviled Ham in history.
Yes, I am thankful for that friend who taught me to enjoy the Bible, find humor in life, and have an unshakeable faith.
A post today so random it had to be from me, Ronovan Writes. I write everything after all. But then when being thankful, is it really random if you are sharing what you are thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving to Those in Tryptophan land today. And if you don’t want turkey, a nice broccoli or squash casserole would be excellent. Send any left overs to:
Ronovan Writes
P.O. Box 116
Much Respect, WP.com
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I’m So Glad To Find
You make the best of me, from what I used to be
Carrying me though, to a life that is brand new
I don’t want to see, the man that I used to be
Forever in your arms, protected from all harms
Say you’ll never go, that our love is even more than we know
Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind
Take the rest of me, and set me free
I can shine through, because of the love of me by you
Baby you’re the key, to what I am meant to be
Stay here by my side, our worlds meant to collide
Say you’ll never go, that our live is even more than we know
Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind
One step closer to the fall, reach out and save me, make that call
Inside a moment of the last, you make up for my lost past
If I never thought again, all I would need is the touch of your hand
Say you’ll never go
Because our love is more than you know
Say you’ll never go
I’m so glad to find
That I can call
You
Mine
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Possible Delay in Challenge Rewinds.
There may be a slight delay in the various poetry challenge rewinds today. I will do them as soon as I can. Just trying to get to a point where I can make them happen. Much appreciation to all those who have participated so far. All of you keep making these challenges possible or I very like would have given up long ago.
Much Love to All of You Today,
Ronovan
Forever Failure
Forever in dreams,
I am awakened by you,
In final failure.
Ronovan~Writes~Poetry
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Truth buried deep within… (A poem)
The truth of it is,
Something you don’t want to know,
Is my love runs deep.
How deep you may ask,
Does it run into this man,
Whose truth is a search?
That truth is a loss,
Of something he cannot find,
Buried dark and deep.
But with truth in love,
I will return to the light,
So deep in us all.
Ronovan~11~19~2014
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I’ll take what you give . . . (A Lyric Poem)
Why do you play a game, When I stay the same,
Don’t you know I am true
If you run away, D0 you plan to stay
I will always want you
Do you
Think I
Don’t know
What
You Do
Never say the the name, I’m not the one to blame
If
You do
We can always lay, if you care to say
I
Love you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I
need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I
Stay true
I care
I share
I bare
All
For you
For just one more kiss, I will gladly miss
The rest
Of my days
The touch of your skin, Draws me deeper in
I beg
For your ways
I try
I cry
I die
Every day
is new
Please stay
Please say
Please play
With
My heart
I’ll take what you give, As long as you live
Here
In my heart
La la la la la
La la la la la
I need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I love you
La la la la la
La la la la la
La
La
La
La
I
Need
You
(If you want to know the tune or the beat that went through my mind as I was writing this, listen to the beginning of Wrecking Ball. It’s Miley Cyrus song but I saw the Glee version on Youtube, so avoided her sexual fixation with a sledgehammer. To be honest, it’s a powerful song and performance by her and the girl from Glee. Girl’s got talent, she just chooses to waste it for a few years while she’s young. Below is it. You will get the rhythm eventually. Or stick with what you’ve got.)
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Sundress Publications Seeking Political Poetry for Anthology @SundressPub
Considering for some reason I thought it was Friday today, I’m actually doing better with my Lit World Interview blog responsibilities than I thought. But that site is primarily about Authors of Novels. Yes, it is called Lit World but I wanted to share something here that is a big part of my personal blog, my home, RonovanWrites.
The following is originally posted on Sundress Publications and you may click the link to go to that site. And you definitely should to see everything they have.
Sundress Publications
Sundress Publications Seeking
Political Poetry for Anthology
In September 2014, NPR writer and critic Juan Vidal wrote an essay whose titular question, “Where Have All the Poets Gone?” provided a platform for various musings regarding the political state of contemporary American poetics. According to Vidal, “For centuries, poets were the mouthpieces railing loudly against injustice. They gave voice to the hardships and evils facing people everywhere… What has happened?” He further suggested that poets writing today have failed to create work that carries the same “weight” as the poems written by their literary forefathers.
Should American poets still be trying to write “Howl”? Are Neruda, Kerouac, Baraka, and the rest of the Beat Generation the only viable prototypes for political literary expression in American culture? How does the influx of identities, voices, and life experiences that are now expressed in mainstream American letters potentially create and communicate new political vision(s) — vision that may sound or appear different from Ginsberg’s poetic/political tour de force, but is no less necessary, compelling, challenging, or iconoclastic? What do we even mean when we talk about the weight of a political work? How is that weight both carried and expressed by poetry today?
To address these questions, Sundress Publications is now accepting poetry submissions for a new anthology on the politics of identity, to showcase the substantial amount of political writing that is being done today. This print anthology, edited by Fox Frazier-Foley and Erin Elizabeth Smith, will include multimedia features: we are open to submissions in audio/visual media (e.g., video files of ASL poetry, audio files of spoken word poetry, etc).
This anthology is looking for submissions that contemplate ideas about race, gender, sexuality, religion, disability, socioeconomic status, educational background, different life experiences, etc. and how our identities shape and complicate how we see ourselves in the world.
To submit, please send 3-5 poems and a bio (no longer than 75 words) to anthology@sundresspublications.com. Previously published work will be considered. If you send previously published work, please note where it first appeared.
Submissions for this project are rolling.
Deadline: December 31, 2014, at 12:00 midnight PST.
Well that’s it. A poetry Anthology for all you poets to sink your teeth into. If you enter, comment below so we can all cheer you on. You don’t have to comment, but I can always send me a reply in that comment form on my About Me page and I’ll pray for you to do your best. Doesn’t mean you will be guaranteed selection but I will pray for your best work to be done.
So all you poetically minded folk out there, get started.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Dream Helper . . .
Losing time for no reason other than pain riddled life
Why have I been given this disease of grief and strife
Have I been punished for a life I don’t know of
Is the enemy torturing me so I deny that from above
Weathered bones and depleted nerves
I wander through the days wondering what this life serves
Pushing my cart of rotting dreams gone bad
Longing for things that I wish I had
The lightning strikes through skull and soul
I lie awake nights as the time slowly takes its toll
I arise each day to be the happy one
As I dread the appearance of the dawn breaking sun
But who will be the one to carry on the days cheer
If I am the one that decides to no longer be here
Yes, I am at times lower than the low
But I know I must pick myself up and continue to go
I am the encourager, the uplifter these are my gifts
My goal each day is to keep people on the path of dreams, no drifts
I have thought my life goal was to share my words to the extreme
But now as I write I know I am here to help you with your dream
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Sharings for you . . .
I live each day a little better because of you.
There are times in my life I die a little, but then you smile.
You never try to be something other than you.
I long so much to spend time with you for just a little while.
There are rivers, forests and a continent between us.
I would walk through them all if I thought the moment was right.
Do my questions, my thoughts, my sharings cause a fuss?
Please tell me now before I continue too much and send you into a flight.
Oh the friendship we have is more than I ever imagined anything could be.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.
Take these words and do as you will.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
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Lovers
Wood groaning with stress,
As the intensity builds,
Hold your lover tight.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Humble before a Fall-A Poem
Be humble in your ways every day
Boasting and bragging are arrogance
You may not know the path you take
But pride in ways has no relevance
Do what you do with a knowledge of grace
For you were given talents before you were born
Their recognition and nurturing up
Are rarities in this world where a crown is made of thorn
Continue in this way and your life will reveal
You are more than even you can believe
As you throw off those stresses and pressures
And hold onto that which will relieve
Be humble my friends
Be thankful for your gift
For as sure as you become arrogant
You and they will be broken by a rift
I was prideful in my former years. I made note of what happened in my life. I made a prideful statement and not long after, my world turned upside down. No, I do not think a punishment was sent down to give me a lesson. What I do think happens is in our pride and arrogance perhaps we do foolish things that bring about the humbling of us. I advise all today not to wait for those humbling moments, humble yourself now.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Appreciate being late . . . A Poem.
For those who are late,
Take heart in knowing your way,
Some never arrive.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Of Beauty.
Dreaming of Beauty,
I find pleasant thoughts abound,
A great plus indeed.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Be Gone and Be Well
I know the meaning of the words I write
What some give them seems so trite
My thoughts do roam around in my head
However my understanding is not dead
Are my words for someone I know
Or do they just go where they want to go
My mind may be one that becomes confuzzled
But for some others their reasoning I am befuddled
I cannot share my words in rhyme
Without facing anxieties time after time
Why do I not write poems with feelings
Because I am tired of questions and dealings
Gather from this that I am perfectly fine
I know what I know and I know what’s mine
Be on with the tiresome misinterpretations
Coincidences will only lead to creative constipations
Much Respect
Ronovan
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