Tireless
Exhausting efforts,
Take strength and resolve of mind,
and make self tireless.
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Takes Over
Soft fingertips play,
Gently along the spine,
Desire takes over.
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Insanity Havens Shattered
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 . . .
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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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I’m Back
by: Lost Mind
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
by: Mr. Ronovan
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
by: Ronovan
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
by: Ronovan the Lost Mind
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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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.
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.
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.
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.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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Notification of Plop
by: Ronovan
I have a notification
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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Southern Magnolia Desire
by: Ronovan
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
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Half fabricated Nonfiction
by: Ronovan
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.

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Bubbling water pot.
With legumes added in deep,
Seasoning comes soon.

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Confusion of not knowing the Known
by: Ronovan

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 drifting heart lives,
With the breath of happiness,
The heart’s void is filled.

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