Admiration

At first sight.

Ronovan Haiku, Poetry , , , , , , , ,

At first sight you were
Covered in feathers not fur.
This sounds peculiar,
But if you knew you’d concur.

My sarcastic wit
Seems to have been a big hit.
The feathers all fell
What a tale to tell.

Time continues on
But you are far from a crone.
Unless I suspect
Your wish might be to protect.
Here I stand fully erect.
Of all of you I respect.
~*~
Your charms are many
In morn, day, or at night,
Watch out or you’ll miss.

At first sight by Ronovan Hester

For my Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovan Hester is an author, with a debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in December of 2015. He shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of writing, authors and community through his online world has led to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge, Weekly Fiction Prompt Challenge, and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Observe the curves without reserves. (A Poem)

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Lyrically challenged in a pop centric world.
I keep my thoughts of girls in a jar like a pearl.
Never to be known or set on a velvet throne.
I keep to myself with, starving with a bone.

Dreams are made of these, no, I don’t disagree.
Who can say what is right or wrong, when it comes to the use of the leather or the song?
Needing, pleading, feeding, my misdeeding, I beg for a leg of a born again Meg.
Do you know, what I want to show, on a meandering row full of dough?

Pleasure for pain, is it right or insane, do you think I’m plain if I don’t refrain?
Is that a comment on society or just someones notoriety?
Today is the day to end all the dismay, with what in the world I have to say.
Nothing like the form of the warm and torn and silkily worn.

I play with the words you heard, but hurt from the blurred absurd.
With these I mean no harm, unlike the dogs from the stud farm.
I merely want to observe without reserve the curves with a curve.
No, I know I’m not normal, but who ever said my rhymes had to be formal?

 

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