Tireless

Tireless

 

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Exhausting efforts,

 

Take strength and resolve of mind,

 

and make self tireless.

 

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Takes Over

Takes Over

 

Soft fingertips play,

Gently along the spine,

Desire takes over.

 

 

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Insanity Havens Shattered

Insanity Havens Shattered

 

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I can’t see where I am waiting

The light has gone out of my eyes

The dam breaks into the cavernous hollow

That was once my mind filled with memories of you

 

Now I don’t know what I am here for

I can’t seem to discover my path back through

The rifts of the time I was in before

Keep me in your thoughts and your heart

 

Torch marks engrave the image of you

Torn deep into the crevices of my soul

I look for a way to hang onto the pain

The pain of loving you

 

Thunder pounds into the echoes of madness

Lightning strikes behind my dimmed eyes

Even opened

They still see lightning strike images of you

 

Cracks formed in the insanity havens

Believed to be the sanctuary holding me bound

But now

Now I can no longer heart beat be found

 

 

 

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I hate a word

I hate a word

I hate a word that is inside

I hate a word that is felt

I hate a word that cannot be explained

Black Sight

  I hate a word

It pushes at all things

There are moments of embracing

It grabs me and holds me down

 

I hate a word

It squeezes me to death

There are times I cannot control it

It shuts me down to nothing

 

I hate a word

It smothers my heartbeats

There are struggles in the night

It shuts me and cloaks my eyes

 

I hate a word

It captures my minds words

There are ways it slices my throat

It chokes me and takes my life

 I hate a word

 Black Sight

I hate . . .

Black Sight

alone

Black Sight~~~~~~~

Black Sighti hate . . .Black Sightme

me

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Man of few Words

Man of few Words

 

A man named Ego

Stood before the Queen

His arrogance of self

Bordered on the obscene

 

“You wish to be spared,

But what use are you to me?

What can be had from you

That all these others cannot be”

 

“I am a great man,

A man for all seasons

Name any one

I will give you the reasons”

 

“It is now Spring

What will you do now?”

“I will plant your fields richly

Without even using a plow.”

 

“What then of Summer

When the Spring will turn?”

“I will use my broad shoulders

To protect your tender skin from the sun’s burn.”

 

“And of the Fall?

When the sun is no more to do?”

“I will pick the rose petals

To accent the glow of your hue.”

 

“Then Winter will come

With no planting, sun nor rose,

That is when I will show you

This man Ego can melt . . . whatever is froze”

 

She saw the look in Ego’s eye and looked around.

Surrounded by the court each her subject,

Except for one who was visiting among them,

A man whose gaze upon her was never in neglect

 

He was a visiting Prince,

Who had come from a distance.

She looked at him,

His appreciative smile was of consistence.

 

“Prince I ask you,

What do you say to this,

These words of advice,

From this man Ego came hence?”

 

The Prince stood up,

And approached the queen.

“A lot of words spoken,

But very little to be seen.”

 

“You speak with a confidence,

Quite deep from the thoughts in your head.

What would you propose

If not his words instead?”

 

The Prince did not hesitate.

He embraced the Queen.

His lips pressed hers.

Their bodies with nothing between.

 

He leaned back and looked into her eyes

“Will that do my Queen . . .  instead?”

She pointed to Ego without a glance

Then said, “Off with that blathering fools head.”

 

 

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Bodies Another

 

 

Hearts pound heavily

In the night touching and spent

gettyimages_Meng Yiren _Moment_hands_intwined_in_bedCraving another

 

 

 

 

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I’m Back-Return of the Lost Mind Poet

I’m Back

by: Lost Mind

Atom Bomb Explosion

Did you enjoy my break

Did you enjoy the vacation

Well it’s over now

It’s time for a proclamation

 

To all those idiots

Who take shots on the blogs

I won’t be calling you pigs

But boys you be acting like hogs

 

No, I ain’t a wordsmith

I ain’t poetically adept

My words come out wild

I’m manic I sound desperate

 

I’ve been riled and angered

Yeah, you might say I’m ticked

Because I’ve been seeing some boys

Who been acting like a . . .

 

You don’t take no for an answer

You think your truth is better

You don’t even have one

You couldn’t find it with an Irish Setter

 

Some of you like to spout and spew

Like a philosophical misfit

Let me tell you something guys

We’re all just full of . . . it

 

The women say what they say

Then take it as fact

Don’t be looking for reasons

To jump on in for an attack

 

Oh, I’m sorry

Do you think I’m talking about you

Well if you think that

Then start brain swirlin’ why you think it might be true

 

Look at my history

In the poems I’ve wrote

My message is consistent

With women don’t rock my boat

 

Yeah, I’ve been quiet for quite some time now

You thought the Lost Mind done been found

That I had done been happy

That I was over the rainbow bound

 

Oh I try and do I get my smile on

But let me tell you something Jack

When the Lost Mind snaps

My poetic reflex snaps back

 

So to all those self important self attention seeking typists

That is for both men and women as well

Don’t be throwing out your spiel

Because you got nothing to tell

 

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It’s All Good

It’s All Good

by: Mr. Ronovan

 Neighborhood

Some may wonder

About this rambling fool

What’s he doing

Is he losing his cool

 

Ah, no, no worries

I’m just lettin’ off steam

Would you rather me vent

Or open up on them fools with laser beams

 

You see what people don’t get

Is that I am all about love

Even the misfits

That belch, dweeb and shove

 

I know they are actin’

From something else inside

Something that controls them

Something that likes to hide

 

People are a gift

Even the idiot mobs

God didn’t make them that way

He didn’t give them their probs

 

This is to you

All the impotent trolls

You know who you are

You’ll be paying some tolls

 

I speak like this

With honesty so direct

To wake you up

Before you break yourself like a train wreck

 

Step back for a moment

Reverse your situation

Think how you would feel

If you were on the end of your dictation

 

It’s okay to speak truth

As long as it is in love

And as long as it’s truth

And not some line you just thought of

 

How do you know the difference

It’s real easy to tell

Are you trying to build someone up

Or are you trying to make them fail

 

To all of my Friends

And you know you are All

Don’t listen to the drivel

Stand proud and stand Tall

 

Because when you are here

You know it’s all Good

That’s right my dear Friends

It’s all good in Mr. Ronovan’s Neighborhood

 

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A Pretty Poem?

A Pretty Poem

by: Ronovan

Cavan Images-Photonica

Closing my eyes I drift away to a place

I hear the breeze blowing and feel it kiss my skin

There is an emptiness around me

My soul burns deep within

 

How long has it been

Since my thoughts were last not of you

I can count them on one finger

But even one is too many to be true

 

I see you in the moon

Late at night as I gaze

I venture into the world

Wandering through the embracing maze

 

I catch the fragrance of your skin

The air carries it across to me

The distance of the land

Is greater than that of an ocean or sea

 

I reach up to the sky

Tracing your cheek among the trees

The aching begins deeply

And I drop down to my knees

 

So far so far the distance

It brings my existence so small

My touch falls to empty

As my body trembles to its fall

 

 

 

 


 

This was my attempt to write ‘a pretty poem’. Even it turned into darkness.


 

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Prismatical

Prismatical

by: Ronovan the Lost Mind

Prism xray like image

These limbs I hate

Give me a saw

But how would I do it

Without them at all

 

So they ache

My fingers pain

I keep writing these words

Driving me slowly insane

 

I have happiness

But why do I fight

I hang onto the madness

With all of my might

 

Is it that the pain

Is something that is always mine

Is it that it will never leave

Is it because I’ll never be fine

 

Spin around twice

Capture the light in a bottle of green

Shake it up

It looks quite obscene

 

Yeah that just came to me

In the middle of this thought

Now you see what I deal with

It’s something I’ve always fought

 

Bring on the words

And throw out the time

Days mean nothing

When you have no kept mind

 

You probably been thinking

This boy is crazy crazy

But to know the whole truth

My brains just dazy hazy

 

The luminary softness glow

Cascades across her ebon locks

Enticing my thoughts to danger

Worth death of all for one kiss

 

I went off in another direction

My mind is distracted by a world aflamed

What does it all mean

I’m learning not to ever feel ashamed

 

Let your thoughts flow

Just get it out of your system

Cause if you hold it in

You’ll be fractured psyched like a prism

 

 

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Starting NEW next week, 3 Weekly Haiku Challenges are coming.

If you’ve been here before you know I love Haiku poetry.

Next week I am starting Three challenges.

Yes, THREE. You’ve probably noticed I don’t go half way on anything around here.

 

 

Decipher the Wordless Haiku of the Lost Mind

This is a game for some and can be a Haiku prompt for others.

You may have noticed a couple of my attempts at Wordless Haiku, an experiment of mine. Not great but each one I believe gets a  little better. This is a way to stay Wordless on Wednesday and put a little visual artistry into the mix. I like to use visuals with my poetry and even make the poetry shaped visually at times. Now I am taking it one step further.

Simply leave your interpretation of the Haiku in the comments or even write your own Haiku to it and leave a link to it in the comments and I will check it out and reply, either here or on your site, depending on what you chose to do.

 

Wordless Haiku Poet

Associated with the above, you can also create your own Wordless Haiku and put the link for it in comments. That way others can see it and check it out and I can too and see if I can guess what you did.

A badge will go with it as soon as I create one. Yes the ideas are coming fast and furious.

 

RonovanWrites’ Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge

I will give two things you must include in a prompt, such as ocean and concrete for a contrast Haiku or maybe strawberries and kisses. It might even be a photo.

But you determine what the words mean, the photo means, and how to link them.

I am working on a badge that you can display if you wish.

The prompt comes out on Monday at 00:01 EST, that’s NY time for people like me that just have no clue sometimes, and you have all week to complete the challenge. And of course you can always come to them as a prompt on those days you just need something to spark some creativity if you didn’t do the challenge in the first place.

 

I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do. Haiku is a wonderful art form.

Few or many, I will appreciate and enjoy all those who participate. One is more than I expect or deserve.

 Want to know more about Haiku as I write them? Click here for how to write them.

Let me know in comments what you think of the ideas.

Much Respect

Ronovan

 

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Notification of Plop

Notification of Plop

by: Ronovan

I have a notification

I see it up there at the topSwirling blue toilet bowl with 1

But when I go to look

There’s nothing to make me stop

 

I wonder where the number went

That number 1 that went pop

Was it just there to tease me

With hopes that then went flop

 

Oh you evil message thingy

You promised me a prop

Then you evil message thingy

You end up splashing plop

 

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Gifts of joy

Guilt eats at your soul,

While life brings you gifts of joy,

 

 

 

 

 

Grab them and boogie.

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Gifts of Joy

by: Ronovan

 

Who says you can’t have fun writing poetry?

 

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Southern Magnolia Desire

 

 

Southern Magnolia Desire

by: Ronovan

Southern Magnolia

Some women of the South are called Southern Magnolias

Their smiles are more dazzling than any snow

Foliage gathers round them setting off smiles

All working together to make all the men to desire to know

 UGA RonovanWrites Mangolia Open

 

 

 

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This America

You say you hate it,

This America,

Gives you that freedom.Bataab Death March

 This America

for: The US. Soldiers

 

 

 

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Half fabricated Nonfiction-A Poem

Half fabricated Nonfiction

by: Ronovan

Black and White Money Flag

What’s my thoughts on the political debates?

Sit right back while your time I confiscates.

You have the pros over here and the cons over there.

Depending on your side depends which you think is fair.

 

There are the facts that we all know about.

But they are the facts that others put out.

You want this view then go to that site.

You want another well you got another for a sound bite.

 

Here is my take on the whole situation.

I hope it don’t start your heart into palpitation.

In my honest opinion and as you know I have no other.

I think the whole thing is just a big old great mother.

 

I don’t know jack about which side is right.

Because neither side gives up the truth to our sight.

Give me half lie and I’ll find you a half truth.

Let them open their mouth and I’ll show you the serpent tooth.

 

What side do you want to win in this here contradiction.

The one for or against in this hell-bent half fabricated presented nonfiction.

I tell you what to do and then you can tell me to go blow.

Because you all know that no matter what I say you already know what you know.

 

You take what you believe and vote on what you like.

Then when your rep gets elected they’ll tell you to take a hike.

It’s over and done with now that you got them in office.

You should have taken history as a sign an auspice.

They got their lifetime payment plan in the bank.

Now they just roll with whatever their donors put in their sugar tank.

Sounds all kind of like there isn’t much we can do.

Let me tell you the fact is that the sounds is just that—true.

 

Politics is a root of all kinds of evil portent.

They say it is money but let me tell you they both lead to discontent.

You see if we all did what we should be doing.

We would all be together refreshed and renewing.

 

You do yours and I’ll do mine is what some people say.

But what happens when yours seems to be treading on my way.

We hear the yelling and shouting and the screaming and stewing.

But all it comes to is a lot of name calling and political screwing.

 

Don’t ask me to support something I am against.

I won’t ask you the same if an issue of yours is dispensed.

Whoever comes out on top is the way it will be.

Until the next tomorrow when everyone will disagree.

 

Now that I’ve ranted and you have wanted away.

I’ll end with this bit of mindless attempt at something to say.

Whatever anyone votes and decides is in a runoff.

Just go ahead and put it where it belongs . . . in the hog trough.

 

Snake on table

 

 

 

 

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Stone Heart

Tender faced tears end,

With drying fists of anger,

You make stone walled hearts.

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Stone Heart

by: Ronovan

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Legumes Deep

Bubbling water pot.

With legumes added in deep,

Seasoning comes soon.

 Black and White Pot

 

 

 

 

Here is more Haiku Poetry.

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Confusion of not knowing the Known

Confusion of not knowing the Known

by: Ronovan

 

Twisted Confused Metal Sculpture

 

Is not knowing

Better than never having

Or is it better to have and know

And to have lost it while still knowing

Than to not know if you never have

 

 

The experience is a sensation

Of heart and of mind and of soul

But what if you don’t remember

What if you just had to be told

You still don’t know

 

 

But you realize it was so

Now you must think on this

To love and lost or not at all

What if you loved and lost

And did not know at all

 

 

Which is more painful

Knowing and knowing

Never knowing the known

Or realizing but not knowing

That what you know you don’t know

 

 

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The Void Filled.

 

 

 

The drifting heart lives,

With the breath of happiness,

 The heart’s void is filled.

 

Glossy Red Heart with Key

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is more Haiku Poetry.

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