Poetry

The Howl of the Consonant Vowels-The Block of Writers

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The Howl of the Consonant Vowels-The Block of Writers

By: Ronovan

 Scrablle Tiles

It is said

If one continues to write each day

That eventually

One will have something to say

 

Here I am

To put death to that expression

Within these joined letters

You will hear my confession

 

The timelessness of a consonant vowel

Brings to mind the freakish nighttime mindless howl

Thinking of letters rhymes and reasons

Makes me shiver and sweat regardless of seasons

 

Look at a page of white blank expanses

They laughingly glare at you in pixelated glances

Write on the thoughts demand of the fingers

Digits deliver a message with meaning of one that lingers

 

The block it tackles the image to the ground

Blasting voiced anguish of creation in sound

Stomping bipedal movements don’t relieve

Movements of joints doesn’t bring one to conceive

 

Atmospheric changes dim to a glaring

No doubt these differences is meant for sharing

You pick up a nib to the flat pulp of the earth

Not a single scribbled jot denies you that’s of worth

 

Give up and don’t waste or delay

There really isn’t all that much you can say

Once the images have flittered away

Just kick back with a pint of ice cream and call it a day

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 12, 2014.

Could of been Cut! one choice-my life

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Could of been Cut! one choice-my Life

by: Ronovan

 I love you so much

Testify to a travesty that happened from birth

You don’t even know it but you were given worth

All these hooplahs laying down their monkey laws

Let me tell you test tube lovers I ain’t got a tail in my draws

 

You say kill ‘em and let ‘em just die on the floor

But I say that life is worth the living and the dying for

Am I making a statement of opinion and of my facts

You betcha bottom dollar and I’m not holding any back

 

The big guy came down and he walked up that hill

He let them lay him down and drive spikes to kill

You think he did that so we could throw it all away

No, uh uh, not to my way of thinking no way

 

I was unintentional at 17 and a decision was made

Fruit picking in the groves near the everglades

I should of could of and would of been cut

But something spoke out and said no, that’s enough

 

Wait a minute, you ain’t got a right to say nothin’

Your body ain’t the one made for this discussion

I know what I know and I say what I love

And what I do know is…God gave life from above.

 

 

Respect for you and Your Choices

As I wish for you to have for Me and Mine

Much Love

Ronovan

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 11, 2014.

Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

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Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

by: Ronovan

 Hands Glasses

You try to lick depression

But you depress the tongue

 

While the rise of a music scale is a step

To scale a ladder you climb a rung

 

You can be stabbed in the back

And take a shot in the arm

Both can occur

Without any harm

 

If you break your back

You go to a chiropractor for the aching

But then why do they say

Such a one’s work is back breaking

 

Why is there something

Called A Bridge Too Far

Was the river too short

Was the lake sub par

 

The thunder roars but has no voice

The mime doesn’t speak but that’s by choice

Perhaps it’s just by my own delusion

But all of these things seem to add to my confusion

 

You may wonder why my mind wanders so

Well perhaps you don’t really even want to know

But since the question is already out there

It’s because my mind was left…on the hallway stair

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 11, 2014.

Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None-A Poem?

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Lost Man in Chair

Nonsense and Such: The Animal Minded or None

by: Ronovan

I never saw the flight of a turtle dove

Its shell must weigh so much

But when the howler monkey screeches

Why does he choose to say it such

 

And how much tross could an alba tross

If an alba could tross tross

The truth of the matter is so simple

You determine it by a coin toss

 

Where does the rilla go

When he must be somewhere

Wherever it must be

He will go in his suit of hair

 

What does the snake wear with its rattle

When it attends a formal function

Whatever it is it must be secure

Lest there be a wardrobe malfunction

 

And how will the old coot bandi about

When the season does change

Most likely find another place

But still in down under range

 

Some may wonder what has happened

To the mind of this odd man

I will explain to you someday

When I can catch it with my hand

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May28, 2014.

Brown Eyes

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Brown Eyes

by: Ronovan

 Brown Eyes

Sweetness of Maple Gold

Richer than any money

The depths of the soul

Reflected in Amber Honey

The Blues and Greens

They have all been written

Epic love stories and poems

And battles by men smitten

For me I say no

I am trapped in your deep

That mysterious depth

That liquid mahogany of your keep

Eyes the shade to see my smile

Not lost in the hues of skies and seas

The beauties of the world

Have eyes such as these

 

Who is the first brown eyes many men my age or older fell in love with? Yes, Audrey Hepburn.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 10, 2014.

They Too Shall Pass

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They Too Shall Pass
by: Ronovan

I cannot look
As they burn our land
No affording to pay
They take it all
Now we have nothing
He stares on with strong eyes
But I cannot bare it
I know the hardship to come
I know his humiliation
He braves onward for our little one
I will brave onward later
For now I cannot look
For now I simply comfort with a touch
But someday…someday…I will comfort
With justice
Someday they will burn

 

Inspired by a statue photo by Mara Eastern entitled ‘A Depressed Family’.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 09, 2014.

Beauty Triumphant

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Beauty Triumphant

 by: Ronovan

Twisting and winding,

They attempt to hold us back,

But our beauty overcomes.

Inspired by Mara Eastern Photograph #313 A Pink Knot

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 09, 2014.

No Surprise Amazing Grace

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No Surprise Amazing Grace

by: Ronovan

 

I close my eyes

To see your face

No surprise

I hear Amazing Grace

How sweet the sound

Of your love

Reigning down

On me

Man with eyes closed smiling on the beach
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More of my lyrics I found from long ago.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May 07, 2014.

At Your Risk

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At Your Risk

by: Ronovan

Speak of me harshly,
While you think I am asleep,
I plan your demise.

Cat Silhouette

Inspired by a MaraEastern Photo and story.

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 07, 2014.

Love Letter Found

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Love Letter Found

by: Ronovan

Love Letter Envelope

 

I would give it now,

If only you could be found,

Other than in tears.

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 06, 2014.

A Moment in a Blink

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Losing a Moment in a Blink
by: Ronovan

Man in Sandstorm

Sadness is not a pleasant thing
I had to write about loss today
Then I read about it from others
Not smart as it pushed me further away

I knew some things earlier
They are gone now
Fortunately for me
I wrote them down

I wanted to write a poem
About a certain person
But I can’t remember who
Because of today’s lesson

I think maybe it’s all coming to a head
The constant writing and hearting
I push and pull and do my best
But each day I dread there will be a parting

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 05, 2014.

If Walls Could Talk

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If Walls Could Talk

by: Ronovan

Inspired by a Photograph by MaraEastern

 

I’ve stood through time

Lasted longer than life

Ages strive to mar me

To degrade me with strife

 

Yet I stand while they fade

Lives come and cover the old

But I ever remain firm

While the careless become cold

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.

Ella the Ever Agreeable

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Ella the Ever Agreeable

by: Ronovan

Cat Silhouette

A photographer’s art must be oh so difficult

Oh, look a tree with a Muppet like branch nose

Perhaps I’ll shoot that boulder over there

It looks like it has pebbles for toes

 

Oh, please, don’t get me wrong

You see my name is Ella

And I belong to one of them

A lady named Mara

 

I believe she must run out of things to do

Because I find a lens aimed at me

Will all I wish to do

Is sleep in the flowers under the tree

 

But no, no way

Will it be allowed

She pulls out that contraption

And it whines out loud

 

I know, I know

She cannot hear it

But what can I say

She’s not sentient

 

We felines are so far above

That you two legged creatures

Just don’t have

Our enhanced above human features

 

I pity her wandering about

Looking at trees and rocks

When she should really be

In the house in her PJs and socks

 

Oh look here she comes

Time must be getting tight

Needing a new photo

For her computer site

 

Well I suppose I can help

I’ll act like I’m half dead asleep

Then she can click and write

But she best know I don’t work cheap

 

Inspired by Ella and her human at maraeastern.com

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May31, 2014.

Gypsy Night Deep with Sighs

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Gypsy Night Deep with Sighs

by: Ronovan

Golden ruffles like a gypsy night
Drawing glances from denying eyes
Twirling in the air they laugh
As the vouyer breathes deep with sighs

 

Inspired by #307 Cluster at MaraEastern. See the photo here.

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.

Respect: Part One-A Poem

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Poweful Woman
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This was a practice not only in message but also in the visual form of the writing.

Respect Part One
by: Ronovan from Life

Yes
We All
Are Aware
Of Your Ogles
And Your Staring
Of Your Cat Calling
And Of Your Compare
Your Blood Flowing
In One Direction
Your Brain
Caught
Up in
Yes
Crude
Immature
And Vanity
Filled Inspection
Not Anyone’s Piece
Nor Their Property
Nor A MidNight
Boy’s Fantasy
I Am Brains
Beauty
All
You’re
Weak And
Feeble Of Mind
With Ego Fractured
Y’All Don’t Understand
Why We’re To Be A Man
A Mature Being of Life
Appreciates Beauty
Intelligence And
God’s Creative
Masterpiece
Woman Is
For Life
Honor
Love
Air

 

© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May 27, 2014.

He who Loves

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He who Loves
by: Ronovan

 

 

He who loves

Without hope of Love,
There is a promise of Death,
Without he who Loves.

A World Apart

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A World Apart

 
 

There are differences

More than mere skin and thought

We live in places

Only the other has seen in the dark

Connections are clear

The attractions are simple

Based deeper than either

Could ever admit

Time is not that gentle

The sun is a jealous lover

Always hiding one from the other

But from the mind jealousy cannot control

The thoughts belong to no one

But the one whose mind in which they are caged

Thoughts transcend moments

And move across time without hesitate

No words ever spoken

Mere emotions shared across voids

Words never spoken

Infinite images enjoyed

No matter the sun

No matter the time or space

The mind is a device to convey

Between two emotions

A world apart

Help Me Be… (My First Poem)

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Help Me Be…

by: Ronovan

 

I heard you crying

I asked what for

You said it was nothing

As I headed for the door

 

I heard you sighing

Now I knew you were lying

So I turned around

And walked the floor

 

Why do you do that

Why can’t you just be real

I’m just a man

I inherently don’t know the deal

 

I want to know you

I want to be helped to grow

Just let me listen

By telling me what for

 

I heard you crying

I asked you what for

You said it was nothing

I ignored you to the core

 

Now I hold you

I listen to you breathing

No words are coming

But I know you are healing

 

Help me be a man

The only one I was meant to be

I don’t know what is keeping

Keeping me from being free

Sun no More

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Amnesia Man
Through the Eyes of a Lost Mind

Waiting in a fall

Against the ever deep of pain

The sun dims in sight

Random Acts of Rhymeness of a Lost Mind.

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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