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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A Conversation

A Conversation

by: Ronovan

 

“Tell me how you’ve been doing since the last time we spoke?”

 

At least the questioning was consistent. I supposed I should take comfort in there being something that remained the same. Of course that didn’t stop me from replying without the brain filter in place. “Do you really have to ask?” I kept staring at the ceiling tiles. I wondered if the room was really that dark.

 

There wasn’t a reply or even a sigh revealing a hint of disapproval or exasperation at my tone of wording. Not that I really expected one. “Okay, fine, I’m about the same as always. Is that what you wanted to me to say?”

 

“Only if that’s the way you’ve really been.”

 

Was that what they call passive aggressive? “Yeah,” I sighed. I had always wondered what that ‘sigh of an answer’ meant in reading but now I knew. You could sigh and speak at the same time. It’s like a surrender of spirit almost.

 

“Tell me how yesterday was.”

 

“It’s like every other day Pinky, I tried to recover my world,” I said.

 

No laugh. None expected. But I imagined old cartoon shows about mice weren’t on the viewing list.

 

“Where do you want me to start?” I stared at the spot on the ceiling where the shadows always made the dust look like a puppy if you looked just right.

 

“How did you sleep?”

 

The thought of ‘in a bed’ came to mind but I knew better than to be that sarcastic. There was being pretty tolerant and forgiving of my moods, and there was downright disrespectful. Even if I didn’t have the brain filter any longer I still knew better than to be downright disrespectful. “I woke up about 1:30 the first time, I think. The days tend to run together after so many being the same.”

 

“Are you sure it wasn’t 3:00 AM?”

 

I was wrong there was a sense of humor. “You’re a funny guy I don’t care what they say about you.”

 

“Why did you wake up this time?”

 

I smiled in spite of exhaustion. “This is a funny one. I think I actually breathed too hard.” I knew that wasn’t going to be enough of an answer, but it was the truth.

 

“How do you breathe too hard?

 

“Well, actually I just took a deep breath for some reason. It could be the sleep apnea.” But if it were sleep apnea then I would not be breathing at all, but then I would take big gulps of air. Okay so it might have been the sleep apnea.

 

“And why would the deep breath wake you up?”

 

I started counting the tiles in the ceiling, as if they had changed in number since last time, or the time before that, or even the time before that one. “Pain Monster didn’t like it.”

 

“The ‘pain monster’ is your lower back?”

 

“Yes,” I began. “At least that’s what woke me up. Then Neck Grinder started to protest as well.”

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Five things men fear on first dates.

You’re on a date and you are stressed beyond belief. It’s like that first time and you just have no idea what’s going to happen. You just keep praying that you don’t do anything . . . stupid.

Stupid around my house is a bad word. We say silly instead. But really one word is as bad as another if you know what it is supposed to really stand for. No freakin’ way will I say that crap word again.

Anyway, for a guy what can you do that’s so bad on a first date, or really any date for that matter, but that first date is the one you have to impress. The rest of your time with her she realizes you’re a guy and you do guy things, so you get a pass card. And no I don’t mean that kind of pass . . . or that one either. Eww.

What do we fear?

Five Things Men Fear on First Dates

by: Ronovan

Pit Sweats

Man with sweat under arms
Guys, be honest, they are;

The dreaded stains,

That cause you chest pains.

You have options here men.
• Date only in winter and never wear a coat, jacket, or sweater
• Duct tape bath clothes to your pits
• Or be sensible and wear a t-shirt

But the truth is, none of those ideas occur to us until it’s the end of July and we’re standing outside her door and that trickle starts down the back of the neck. You just know what’s going to be next. Back sweats? Okay you can get away with that, she’ll understand. But then you drive and move your arm and the air hits and . . . you know it has happened.

That freezing cold feeling hits that damp pit cloth of the shirt and you begin to sweat more and wonder if she would question stopping at a local Quik Trip convenience store while you air dry your pits with the hand dryer in the restroom. Then you begin to worry she thinks you have other problems.

 

 

Bad Breath

Man with Bad breath and woman with Gas mask on
You leave the house and you are like, “It’s all good.” Then you start singing to the radio. Something begins to smell.

You’re at her driveway. She’s sitting on the porch swing and sees you. You have no way out. You pull in and scrounge for anything.

And then you find it, that melted plastic wrapped piece of peppermint candy that is now pink from where the food coloring has fun together from who knows how many years of living in the cup holder under that Taco Bell napkin.

The plastic will not release. She’s stopped swinging and now is staring. Yes, you do it. In goes the candy, plastic and all and you . . . chew. You have to get out of the car because she’s coming. She’s worried about you. Oh no, you can’t get rid of the plastic or she’ll see and then your hands are covered in sticky 3,000 year old candy sugar.

Yep, you swallow the plastic.

 

 

Bats in the Cave

Bat Cave street sign
It happens to everyone, even her. But men, you know it’s going to happen on that date.

You can even feel it happening. The tickle starts. You breathe and hear that slight noise and feel it moving.

You start breathing through your mouth slightly. But then she’ll think you’re a mouth breather. You try for the distraction and the big sniff to move that thing up. Or maybe you find a way to rub your nose in the hopes of it settling into place.

Then one of two things happens. You’re in the moment, the kiss could happen. She has those melt you in your shoes eyes looking up at you and her eyes go from yours to your lips then . . . you got it. Her eyes moves slightly upward as the bat begins to say hello.

Is that the worst thing? Nope. Same situation and then Bat Cave Bomb Away, you got it, the boogie done left the building and it only has one place to go.

 

 

Nose Hair

 Man with long nose hair smiling
Related to the Bat Cave situation are the Nasal Follicles.

I know the Good Lord designed them to help us out, after all if not for them all those Bats in the Cave matter would be in our lungs, but for goodness sake, trim the vines before the date.

Men if you are headed to the date and you are in your car, look in the mirror. No, you don’t have the nose hair trimmers with you. Yes ladies, we do have those. Mine are burgundy. Now guys if you look in the mirror and see Tarzan swinging it’s desperate measure time.

Yes, you have to pull them out. I heard the ouch. I feel your pain. Seriously, I’ve been there. Just go for it and yank Tarzan and Cheetah both out and hope the tears are gone before you get to Jane.

 

 

B.O. Bomb

A smiling man holds out a yellow flower to a woman wearing a gas mask. Could represent allergies,asthma, pollution or even body odor!
Well men we finally come to the most dreaded one of all. All the others we can try to avoid and take care of. But when it comes to the body odor, well, what can I say? It stinks.

Some men keep deodorant in their car. Nice. Some even keep cologne. Not going to work. If you are like most men, you’re in trouble.

There are four options available at this point if you are in her driveway:
1. Grab the jacket in the back seat and wear it all night, even in late July at the ball game. Yeah, Pit Sweats combined with the B.O Bomb. Nice. Then you begin breathing heavy and the plastic peppermint quits working and you feel that piece of plastic still stuck in your teeth.
2. The car deodorizer might work. Chemical hazard? Yes. Worth a kiss on the first date? Yep.
3. Asking to borrow her bathroom and using her deodorant. It’s one way to be sure but you better keep it a secret.
4. Keep as far apart from her as you think is the safe smell limit. One problem with this is . . . no second date. You can either get close and get the rep as Señor Stinko with all of her friends who you also know, or become known as General Germaphobia. Take your pick.

 

Well, there you have them, and that’s just 5 of our fears. You didn’t know we had them, did you ladies? You thought our only worries were how expensive you were going to order and if we were going to get to first base or farther. Oh, and some of you men didn’t know you had to worry about all of that? Welcome to reality.

If you really want something that will freak you out, and this really happened, check out “When toots let loose. . . “ or what I call “A College Girls Gas Confession” at my fellow blogger’s site A College Girl’s Confessions. I swear, I’m not making this up.

 

Men AND women, do you care to share some of your MOMENTS on dates? Come on, you know you want to. Put a comment in.

Much Respect
Apparently Hygiene Deficient Ronovan

 

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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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Alysha Kaye author of The Waiting Room interview is tomorrow. Don’t miss it!

Alysha Kaye author of The Waiting Room interview is tomorrow.

Don’t miss it!

That’s right, we’re part of her Blog Book Tour!

 

Alysha Kaye Author The Waiting Room

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When a Song Comes Along

Sometimes you want to say it but you can’t. You just don’t have the courage. You’re embarrassed. Then a song comes along that does it for you.

Music Tunes

When a Song Comes Along

by: Ronovan

All my Friends here that wander by know I love music. I cannot listen to it often, if at all, but there are still those songs of long ago that I will see a lyric or it will slip into my mind as I write a word and it comes back to me. There are even songs from more recent years that have found their way to me even without my having been on the look out for them.

 

You may wonder how can I know they are from recent years when I have the whole memory thing going for me. I can look up a song lyric and find when the song was recorded. I do happen to play around with computers every now and then. Just saying. (I say that a lot, don’t I?)

 

Sometimes that melody or groove just can’t be denied. Maybe that’s the only thing you enjoy and the lyrics don’t matter. Sometimes you really do want to ignore the words or it ruins the whole experience. (JS) See what I did there? I got that acronym thing going now. Oh yeah.

 

But then we have those songs that . . .  just can’t be denied. Yes, the melody catches us but then the lyrics keep us and carry us away to another place. And the good ones just say what you always wanted to say.

 

That brings me to the song.

 

You want to say those words to the woman in your life and the woman in your life wants you to say them. This hit record wasn’t just from luck. The man picked  a song that was universal and every man and woman could listen to and get lost for several minutes. Your heart softened your eyes got a little dreamy and the corners of your lips turned up slightly as the song took you away and you just fell in love all over again. Just be sure when you hear the song come on, you pull over and stop before your eyes close as you just slip back into that dreamy land of love of . . . yes . . . you can sing it . . . your eyes, your hair, your smile . . . you’re amazing.

 

 

Please enjoy the #1 hit . . .

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Thursday Thought-Smile

Smile through all your troubles and your trials and they will stare back at you in confusion.-Ronovan

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The results of Wordless Haiku #2 Decipher

Moon Shadow of a Woman Tango DancersHeartbeat Stumbling Sign Man Falling Men Going in a BuildingHands in Shape of Heart Two arms with infinity tattoos

I want to thank those who responded to the decipher challenge. To be honest I think theirs were better than mine. Certainly a lot more creative. And the final one that came in before putting this together just totally freaked me out and you will see why.

First here are the poems from those who commented to the wordless Haiku above.

 

From: The Laughable Cheese

under the moon, the shadows dance.
Heart beat trips and falls and lovers walk through the doorway.
Love forever.

From: Florence T.

Lovers dance
under the pale moon
hearts beating
waiting desiring
falling into eternity

 

From: Life’s Daily Dose

While dancing in the shadows of the moon,

my heart falls openly in love with you,

for always.

 

From: Meredith

Silvery orb lends light
To spy the sexy shadow
Come love let’s tango

 

My heart beats with love
To claim you for eternity
Come beside me now

 

Can you hear my heart
Love tripping falling crashing
Should we go or stay

 

From: Rachael

Moonlight shadows dance
A heartbeat trips, falling in
Love infinitely

 

Now for my original of of the Haiku.

Moon Shadow of a Woman Tango DancersHeartbeat Stumbling Sign Man Falling Men Going in a BuildingHands in Shape of Heart Two arms with infinity tattoos

Moon Shadow Dancers’,

Heartbeats stumble, falling in

Love infinity

Remember Rachael’s?

Moonlight shadows dance
A heartbeat trips, falling in
Love infinitely

FREAKED ME OUT!

As you can see there are a few above from that beat mine hands down. I was amazed.  We have some talent out there. You have to admit this was better the the first Wordless Haiku yesterday. Which was:

Cheetah jumps bridges,

Racing cyclists up mountain,

Bottoms clinch in fear.

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B’s Banana Treat

My son B, you remember him, right? He gave me the pecan I keep in my pocket. I’ve had it for almost 7 years now and he watches out for me these days.

Boy at desk with apple

 

Well, he loves ice cream. Duh, right? Most boys do. But I am not into giving him a lot of sweets so I had to come up with something different.

 

He likes smoothies, well I decided to do something a little different.

 

You take those ripe bananas that are getting close to THAT point, and you know what I mean, slice them into rounds.

Sliced banana in the air

Then place them flat inside of a freezer bag. Then freeze.

 Penguins Antarctica

 

Why rounds and flat?

 

This way you can simply take out as many as you want whenever you want and leave the rest.

 

Why frozen?

 

Ice Cream Maker WomanThis acts like ice cream so you don’t need to worry about the whole freezer time of making it.

 

When my son wants some ice cream all I do is take out a handful of banana rounds, put them in a food processor, I actually have one of those little mini things that I can use. Yes that is the technical term for it. Don’t judge me!

 

I add just a touch of milk and some vanilla if I feel like it, but usually not.

 

Then process until smooth. Just don’t overdo it. There is a difference between ice cream and soup.

 

Now my son has a healthy ice cream treat and he loves it. Just bananas and I use 1% milk but use whatever you like. Regardless it will be healthier than ice cream. You can even add other fruits to it or even a spoon of peanut butter for protein. But I will tell you, I tried the peanut butter and it kind of freaked me out, but he kind of liked it a little. Hey, he eats it, right?

 

Happy & Healthy Eating

Ronovan

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Wordless Wednesday: Can you decipher Haiku #2?

Moon Shadow of a Woman Tango DancersHeartbeat Stumbling Sign Man Falling Men Going in a BuildingHands in Shape of Heart Two arms with infinity tattoos

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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Wordless Wednesday-Blossom

Blossom on tree

 

The Good The Bad and The Ugly-Wordless Music Wednesday

NEW!! Use me on Twitter. Make it easier for you to find each other.

My WordPress Twitter Family Keeps Growing

Flying Twitter Bird

 Use ME! Yes you read that correctly. Use ME!

Are you New to Twitter or just not that comfortable with it yet? You don’t know how to find people? Or are you the kind of shy type like me and you just aren’t into reaching out to Follow people? I know, me shy, right? It’s true but put me at the keyboard doing this hiding in my room and I’m okay for the most part.

Twitter Bird Egg and HatchlingI want to help.

 

Here is how I want you to Use ME to Help YOU.

 

 

Looking Right Twitter Bird#1

I am going to be improving my RT methods. I haven’t been doing my RT regime like I like to do lately. I’ll not give the excuses or reasons, I don’t use things as an excuse or a crutch. If you haven’t already let me know you are on Twitter,  please do so and I can add you to me WordPress Friends List. Oh, and this is me on Twitter. (I said oh because I was about to publish and thought to add the me on Twitter part.)

 

#2

The Use ME part comes into play here, well another part of it that is. You can actually go to my LiTwitter Penguinsts and look at my WordPress Friends List and Follow all of those Friends you haven’t connected with yet. Sometimes it’s a connection that slips through the cracks.

 

#3Happy Dancing Twitter Bird

You can Subscribe to my WordPress Friends List and then be able to view the people in that list. No that doesn’t mean pay. You just click subscribe to list. But I would recommend Following the people. As you click Follow just click the ‘Gear’ on their page and add them to your own special list.
To learn more about Twitter Lists click here.

 

Just wanted to keep the Blue Bird Moving!

First Blue Bird School Bus

 

 

 

Twitty Bird

 

Sorry, wrong Blue Bird. So sue me, it’s the teacher in me.

 

Much Love &Respect

Ronovan

 

 

 

 

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Clenched Fear-A Wordless Haiku

Cheetah High Jump Bridge

 

Cyclists Mountain Race Cars

 

Goat Butts Squeezed Sponge Basketball in Hoop

Wanting to be a Paperback Writer

Wanting to be a Paperback Writer

by: Ronovan

I want to be a writer, paperback, hardback, e-back, whatever, I want to write.

There are songs that you love before you know why or before they have a meaning or significance. You become a fan of an act and naturally enjoy what they do. Over the course of time each song slowly matures as you do and the meaning is found.

 

I have a special place for songs recorded before I was born. Perhaps it was a more innocent time, or the 1960s were just filled with such great discoveries and experiments that it’s difficult to match. Only the 1980s might have as much experimentation and even producing some great music out of that whirlwind of synthesizers and big hair bands.

 

From the year 1966 comes Paperback Writer by the Beatles. Some of the younger generations say the Beatles are overrated. I say they have no clue as to what the Beatles were and are. Their style changed so incredibly in just the matter of a few years. This song was one of those changes.

 

Not about love or holding a hand, Paul McCartney writes about a man who writes a letter to a publisher wanting to sell his book, a thousand page novel. He’s begging to become a Paperback Writer.

 

All these years and decades later after first loving the song, it has found its true meaning in my life. For those of you who are my writing Friends you should be able to take this one to heart. Enjoy the video. I have included the lyrics below.

http://dai.ly/x132si

 

 

Paperback writer

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It’s based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

It’s the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn’t understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It’s a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer

It’s a thousand pages, give or take a few
I’ll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer

Paperback writer

Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)

 

Paperback Writer UK Butcher Cover
The UK Single Cover
Paperback Writer US Single
The US Single Cover with George and John reversed showing playing left handed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope you Enjoyed

Ronovan

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Author Cyril Bussiere makes a Book Trailer.

In Advertising your Book, for Free I linked to an article as well as making a few suggestions of my own.

Cyril Bussiere author of  The WorldMight available for kindle here, made a Book Trailer for The WorldMight.

Check it out. He does more with it than I could.

 

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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