Swirling Bliss.

Round the heart love spins,

Like a swirling pool of bliss,

The water drains deep.

For my challenge this week.

The Greatest Gift.

Imagination

Is the single greatest gift,

That you dare love me?

For this weeks Haiku Challenge of Dream and Dare.

Love and compassion…

“Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.” Dalai Lama
I love love. I think if you’ve been visiting for any length of time you may have noticed that. I love love in all its forms and fashions, not just in romantic love.
My country’s going crazy right now. Again. We periodically do this as the actions of a few sparks the actions of more, and the inaction of the mass majority.
When I was doing my youth pastor thing I liked to do a lesson. What is the main goal of every person? Some went down the road easily to the conclusion that I knew they would end up at. While others, recognizing what the answer was, would try and argue their way out of it, but ultimately had to concede.
Pretty much everything we do in life is to find love. We want to be loved. This does not necessarily mean we want romantic love, but we do want to experience the feeling of being loved by someone or by family. We need that. We can function without it, but if we don’t have love, or able to give love, then there is an imbalance.
Love leads to compassion. I think if all the things happening in the world today, if we could do case studies of the people involved, we would find a commonality. They are missing something. Is it love, a true sense of it? Can you have love and not have compassion? That last one is one I am going to think about for a while. Maybe I’ll have another post about it.
I wonder about the killings that have occurred lately in the US, on both sides of the blue line, read the police line. I just don’t think, change that, I know I couldn’t kill someone like that. I couldn’t be a cop and abuse that power. On the other side, I couldn’t set out and intentionally kill cops that are doing nothing but protecting marchers in Dallas.
It’s all craziness. America isn’t the only place things happen, we just happen to be big and love our social media and the media loves a good tasty negative story to run and encourage more of the same to happen. Yes, I blame a lot of things on the media. They don’t act responsible at all when it comes to these things.
Love and compassion. Necessities. Yes, I believe that. How about you?

Ronovan Writes’ Week 102 #Haiku #Review with #Links.

Annette of Annette Rochelle Aben-Um, Anette with pom poms? Why did I never think of that one before? You would have thought that would have crossed my mind at least once . . . at least.

Judy of Edwina’s Episodes-Beauties in a Row shows off more than Judy’s talent but her other assets, although perhaps not her most, um, admirable ones. (Did I say that?)

Jane of Jane Dougherty Writes-I think Jane’s making commentary on my day of birth. She doesn’t know the half of it. Muahahahaha. Birthing Pains Triumphant.

Veronica of Charlottesville Winter-Deep, seriously. A short story in three lines, just the way it should be. Excellent. Closed Doors on My Birthday.

TJ of La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin-Spring Riot. Amazing photo here and perfect for the title and haiku.

Xenia of WhippetWisdom-A thinky piece, at least to me. Two Whippet’s joyous down by the sea. Summer Blessings.

Wendy of The Dragon’s Lair-Miracle of Miracles, doth the darling one speak.

Mira of To Wear a Rainbow-I’ve been reading and watching documentaries lately. It’s a thing I do. Hate because I love history. The recent object of choice seems to run right along with Glory and Cheer by Mira.

Mira of They, You, and Me-Ah, I didn’t know I could reach that far. I’m blushing. Tender Touch.

Ken of RIVRVLogr-Interesting haiku. That first line has me thinking along three different ideas for the Haiku. Spring Unfolds.

Bill of Engleson.ca-Dude, really? I wonder what the numbers are. Hmm. Balance.

Debra of D.B. Mauldin-Summer Solstice. Imagine, my birthday is the first day.

Frances of imanikingblog-Welcome to Our World! Ha, if only they could speak words we understood.

Peter of Wherever I lay my pen, that’s my home-Birth Cheer. You know, I think you’re right. It does make people feel like that. You would almost think the opposite.

Ritu of But I Smile Anyway-All About Me! Yes, Ritu devoted two haiku to me. Sigh, I am so adorable it hurts sometimes.

FloridaBorne of Two On A Rant-Night’s End. OOOoOOoooo dark and spooky. Kinda sorta.

Tessa of Always A Writer-Too Easy, Get Ready! Birth is the title of Tessa’s haiku. Oh, how new moms have probably said these words then regretted it.

Leara of LearaWrites-Tourist’s Treat. Party TIME!!!!!!! Beach Blanket BINGO!!!!!

Pat of Thoughts and Entanglements-Color Codes. I know Pat is wondering what in the world I’m doing coming up with that title, but codes signify things, as this haiku content signifies something. So there. Hrmph.

Marie of The Syllabub Sea-Carry On. Yep, another weirdo title from me, but I gots to do what I gots to do. They make sense to me.

Ruby of Whispering Thoughts-Preggo Pause. O,o Don’t I just make you wonder sometimes? Yes, I am that kind of mood during this round of reviewing. Lucky you guys, right?

Sandra of Wild Daffodil-Heat. Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.

Khor of Project Prose-Wonder of Life. A new one can make things like new again.

Janice of Ontheland-Summer’s birthday celebration. Even nature knew to celebrate my birthday.

Denis of Haiku Hound-Banksia Blooming. Interesting looking specimen.

Diedre of Toward the Within-Fragile Brevity. Okay, having to think too much. Brain . . . splitting . . . in . . .  two. Must . . . eject . . .

Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twistedtales-Hip, hip, hurray. I had nothing to do with the twins. Just saying.

R. Todd of A Flash of Fiction-At Birth. Such violence in this one. ABUSE!!!!! You know, I’m surprised this hasn’t been an issue.

Colleen of SilverThreading-Astrological Grudges. Okay, haven’t even headed over yet and I’m scared. Hmm, interesting.

Louise of Fantasy Raconteur-Birth of a Star. Hmm, I could go weird and mention the Voice or America’s Got Talent, but I won’t. 😀 Muahahahahaha.

Janice of Ontheland has another one-Light bulb flash. Ha, okay so the haiku is the same as the title. Sort of. Funny!

Scott of The House of Bailey-Life and Death. He has a warning label on this one and promises to write more cheefuller next time.

OBA of The king’soracle-New birth cheers. Okay, so I was going to be funny then I read the second poem. Hrmph. She had to be all nice and stuff. Hrmph.

Srivi of The Piscean Me-Begin to End… Okay, gettin’ all philosophical like here.

Oneta of Sweet aroma-Let Her Soar. Monkey cheerleading? I guess it has to start somewhere.

Sri of Naa Prapancham-My World…-In a family. Two for two sides of the story.

Lizi of Quilted Poetry-Happy Croaking! Okay, it sounds the opposite of Birth, but it’s not.

Vashti of The Writer Next Door-Welcome. Interesting. Two images used here. Interesting.

Tolulope of Rubys Polaroid-Celebration. Cute picture with this one. So glad I’m human.

Tricia of A Creative State of  Mind-Robin’s Song. I so wish this was the song of Spring!!!!

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Florence of Meanings And Musings-Seeking Joy. But does it really chase it? Hmm.

Melissa of The Aran Artisan-Three Cheers For Summer! I hope they aren’t bonfiring their vanities. Dear me.

Elise of Rawls E Fantasy-“War’s End” & “Trapped”. Two lovelies entered for last weeks challenge but I’m tossing them in here anyway.



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Love is…

“Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own.” Loretta Young

I found this to be an interesting quote. At first I saw it from one side as an unselfish act, but then I began to wonder. What if your focus on their happiness deprives them of something? What if they want to make you happy? Now you are happy because you make them happy, but they are the ones that want to give you happiness. How difficult is it to have someone understand that their enjoyment of whatever it is that you are doing makes you happy and that’s it?

I have that dilemma. You see, I am a happiness giver. I think it’s partially because I don’t know how to accept the giving of happiness. Seeing someone happy because of something I do makes me happy. So am I making myself happy or are they by enjoying it making me happy?

Who is the happiness giver?

You see, my problem is I think too much. However, I see thinking too much better than not thinking enough. Eventually I figure it out. I realize that regardless of who is doing what that as long as both people end up happy, that’s what’s important. Sometimes, my accepting happiness makes the other person happy, and that is what love is. Even though I may not quite understand the receiving of it, I know it makes the other person happy, so I go along with it and enjoy the fact they are happy, thus I’m giving them joy.

How’s your head so far? I’ve had to unclench my jaw three time so far making my way through this one.

If you are going through the same situation, just relax and take happiness as it comes. It’s not a turn taker either. Just do it.


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Catching Fire…

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.” Ann Landers
How did your love begin? If it didn’t start with some level of friendship and has lasted, I think you are fortunate. My personal opinion is like Ann Landers said. Friendship, fire, good, bad, humanity. There you have it.
Would be nice if things were that simple. The truth is when love first enters the picture it’s never simple. Oh, it may appear so, but unless there has been a foundation set, there are going to be some major obstacles at some point.
Remembering no person is perfect is important. We all make mistakes. We say that now, when we think of ourselves with weaknesses, but think about if the other person had a moment of weakness, how forgiving would you be? Think about that as your weaknesses begins to take form. Would you forgive yourself?
 I was looking at that word perfection up there. Have you ever met the perfect person? Were they perfect looking? Did they have the perfect attitude? No? Right. Perfection means a lot of things to a lot of different people. Perhaps perfection is less than what another person things of perfection, or maybe it is greater. I’ve been thinky lately. I thought I would share.

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Ronovan Writes’ Week #101 Haiku Review with Links.

Click the underlined, blue links to visit the haiku of each poet. All poets, please remember to visit the prompt throughout the week so you can visit those who enter later than you do. We all need each others support. You are missing some great haiku.

Ronovan Writes Haiku Review

Annette of Annette Rochelle Aben with a message many need to hear these days, and the days to come, titled Winds of Change.

Sandra “The Wild One” Daffodil with Native, do a twist on the prompt and winding up with a unique idea.

Ruth of Image & Word came up with Deadlock about a alternative to the present to get to the future.

FLOrida Borne of Two On A Rant. Okay so it’s really Floridaborne but I like calling her Flo and pronounce Borne as Bornay yes, I like being weird. She gives us How a Writing Frenzy Feels, with an original photograph that taken during extreme winds.

Jane of Jane Dougherty Writes, yes the author, gives us the Trifecta this week.

Xenia of Whippet Wisdom, yay another dog with blog who lets its owner post sometimes! Fresh Winds Whisper Peace and I believe it with a photo of dogs on a beach. Can’t beat that. Pulling out the puppy card always gets attention.

Srivi, The Piscean me, has Messy Hair! this week. And I do mean messy.

Nato of Chasing Life and Finding Dreams ended up being Always with me this week. I love how she keeps me in her thoughts long after I’m gone. (Sigh.)

Alice the Boomerang Zone queen speaks straight from the headlines of the week with Orlando Massacre. Need I say more?

Judy, the published poetess of Edwina’s Episodes pipes in with Flying Forth. Yes, it’s a weird title for it but I made it up. That happens if  you don’t name ’em. 😛

Bill gives us Renewal. Not sure if I like the haiku or the description of what he was doing at the time of thinking of it better.

Ken from RIVRVLOGR came up with Fresh Wind. OOOoOOOooO all deep and romantical.

Mira who sometimes can be found To Wear A Rainbow wrote for us this week my lover… Another romantical one.

Ritu over at But I Smile Anyway apparently is sending a message that Wind seems to be Awakening her Hayfever. Don’t wonder about it, just click and read.

Willow of Willowdot21 says too much to be said in one title. Three haiku with some nice images to match.

Leara of LearaWrites enters the fray with Dragonfly At Dawn. Wouldn’t that make a great book title?

Clarence speaking through his PrairieChat gives us his Summer Dreams.

Marie from The Syllabub Sea and Fresh wind. And more romantics going on.

Colleen the Silver Threading Fairy Whisperer wrote Summer Awaits. Considering where she lives, the weather can’t make up its mind what it wants to do.

Mira on her They, You and Me blog with first rain going all nature on us.

TJParis gives us Prayers in the Wind on his la vie est trop courte  boire du mauvais vin blog. Um, you need to go and read the photo description for this one.

Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and TwistedTales wrote Wind of life this week. Three tales with the same twisted theme.

Debra on her author blog D.B. Mauldin came up with a fantasy of fiction I wish were true. Oh the agony a Windward Dreams.

Shida the 876LoveR likes to frolic in the Summertime.

Janice, nature’s best friend over on Ontheland, wrote four haiku with the title of Fresh Winds.

Oneta of Sweet Aroma wrote Evening’s Peace. Man, I need this to happen. The big boy is dragging as he writes this. Been on the go the last couple of days. Summertime for me means less rest, more fatigue, and being cook and entertainment coordinator for my 11/12 year old son, B. Okay, so he entertains himself mostly but I hate him sitting alone so I stay with him and we do stuff.

OBA of The king’soracle gives us I broke the old cycle!

Maria at Doodles and Scribbles wrote Ildio, a haiku of inspiration and peace.

Melissa The Aran Artisan gives a cultural lesson with Native sean nós singing on Inise  Mor.

Lizi of Quilted Poetry and Springtime Songs, a nice take on the word wind.

Tolulope from Ruby’s Polaroid wrote Ocean Dreams. Just the name is good enough to be great and I haven’t even read the haiku at this point.

Denis visits from Haiku Hound. Charlie appeared to be enjoying the day more than Denis in this photo of their Windy Memory.

Khor from Project Prose wrote New beginnings, an inspiration for those needing a lift to their lives.

Clarence visits one more time from PrairieChat with Bellicose Boasts. So that’s why we get all those storms in the South that time of year. Hmm.

Scott writes Scents over on TheHouseOfBailey. Yeah, she let him out again. I like the two sentences here. One of somewhat peace if you think of it that way, and the other one instilling a bit of fear.

Tricia of A Creative State of Mind gives us Summer Song. Now, I have to say, some of these things in the image can drive me insane, but those made by a true musical ear can be very nice.

Sri of Naa Prapancham,My World… wrote Afresh. I like how so many people went with fresh outlooks on life. A very positive week.

Dependable R. Todd from A Flash of Fiction showed up with The Promise, with something that should bring some memories of you to many of us. It even gave me a little flash. Which if you know me, you know a flash of memory is a good thing to have. Thanks, dude.

Greg of Nagrij Writes the Hits You Never Knew Existed (Yes, that is the name of his blog.) gives us Oil Spill. So there went the positive outlook on life. 😀 Very descriptive in so few words. Worth the visit and read.

Vashti and The Writer Next Door. The writer that lives next me doesn’t look anything like Vashti. Thank goodness, or I would never end up writing. Anyway, this author writes What If Mother Nature Wanted A Fresh Start?

Florence from Meanings and Musings writes Climax. She has a refreshed view of life after a trip of destiny.

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Rebirth of a Man. #WQWWC

The difference two years can make in a persons life is beyond imagining. Blogging can end up being many things in your life. For me, it was a way to begin having something to do, something to wake up and ‘work’ at. For a man who’d worked his whole adult life, it was unusual to find himself in the land of nothingness, although in truth, I didn’t really know what that meant at the time. Amnesia can do that to you. It’s odd to think about what you do and do not remember.

I never had expectations from blogging. Maybe I wanted people to read my work. Originally this was to be a Christian site. With the first post it became a writer’s site. I still try to keep it along the lines of Christianity in tone and demeanor, but as goes a Christian life astray at times, so goes a blog post as well.

“When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.” John O’Donohue

When I first began blogging I wrote some of the darkest poetry I’ve ever put pen to. I couldn’t write like that again if I were paid. It’s not in me. I’m a happy person now. I’m content with most of my life. I think friendship and having people care about me has changed me a lot.

I don’t dwell in the land of self-pity any longer. I don’t check in to depression hotel. I used to have a buy two nights get the third one free deal with the DH. Now, I don’t even get junk mail or spam for specials.

I’m so content that I have a hard time writing poetry at all. That may sound odd, the thinking being that maybe I would be able to write happy poems, but really it’s that I just do ‘think’ about things because they all go well right now. Well, maybe not all. When those things don’t go well now, they are even worse than my old bad days. Now I know what good is like so the bad moments are that much worse. However, I know there is another way of life than sadness.

My rebirth began two years ago, in June. I didn’t know it at the time, but looking back now I can tell it did. Two years later and it’s as though life has taken an even bigger leap into the good zone. By all rights I should be depressed at this moment, but I’m not. Things are good, real good. The outlook on life is good. Confirmations have happened. Affirmations. Other ‘tions’ I’m sure I can’t thing of at the moment.

Love is a wonderful thing to have. Rebirth in almost every way can be seen as the results of love, caring. If you need a new life, look for love. Love’s the best medicine you can find.


You can check out the other Rebirth entries  HERE, on SilverThreading.com, Colleen Chesebro’s site, my other half for the Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge. This was her week to come up with the theme.


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Never Give Up

Life
Will
Never
Defeat me.
I’m
All
I’ll
Be needing.

Some
Like
to be
Conceding
But I’ll Never
Give up
No Never Give up.

Skies
Are
Blue
Up above.
My
Life
Fits
Me
Like a glove.

No
I
May
Never Know
Of
Love.
But I’ll Never
Give up
No Never Give up.

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Love Crutch

What cha playin’ at
Think you’re something worthy but your times up
Times up
Times up
So why don’t you just shut up.

Yeah, I’m talkin’ ’bout you
Holdin’ court like you somebody big and tough
Big ‘n Tough
Big ‘n Tough
You’re nothin’ but a chump.

Why do I keep sinkin’, over a stupid weak in,
my armor?
Do you think I’m
a charmer?

Some people like to lay down and say,
they’re prayin’.
But all they do is
keep payin’.

I don’t want a banker to be my heart taker.
Taker
Taker
Do be a faker.

I want a free thinker, shrinker, a love drinker.
Drinker
Drinker
A love strike sinker.

Why do I keep thinkin, about your ever blinkin’?
Your eyes keep sinkin’.
Borin’ holes into my dreamin’.
A home run knockin’ win.

I’m not one to tell much.
But I keep longing for your touch.
Baby I need you in a clutch.
You’re my love crutch.

Love Crutch Image


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My Way From Hell.

The winds fight through memories walls,
Shaking earth and the very foundation falls.
Never does the howling cry release,
The heart relentless to true belief.

Is it the craven mongrel’s hunger,
Seething inside and sounding thunder?
Beating the heart until aching pains,
Thrust through the chambers built for love’s gains.

Phantasms drift through sleeping minds,
Haunting desires of different kinds.
One less stumbling step to take,
Until it’s time for goodness sake.

Pathways higher than others may stand,
Wind blown free from dangerous sand.
Particles of grime to taint the dream,
Will never bring the pure of heart to scream.

Take your wallowed mess of grievous hate,
And keep it for your eternal soul mate.
I have found my way from hell,
Finding love out of my pained shell.


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Sweet Peach Tree.

Run to the sweet peach tree
Run to the sweet peach tree
Oh
You and me
Oh
You and me
Let them see
That it’s you and me
Oh
Run to the sweet peach tree
Oh run to the sweet peach tree
My heart runs and flees
From the broken dream
To your sweet peach tree.

 

Sweet Peach Tree poem by Ronovan Hester

“Peach blossom – luck
peach fruit – long life, association of immortality, divine fruit of gods
The peach of immortality in Chinese mythology (蟠桃; pántáo) can make people perpetually young.
peach petals – state of intense trance of love
peach tree – longevity
peach wood – ward off evil
The sacred tree of immortality is a peach tree. In Chinese Taoist mythology, the peach of immortality grew in the garden of Hsi wang mu (Chinese: 西王母; pinyin: Xīwángmǔ; “Queen Mother of the West”). When the fruit ripened every 3,000 years, the event was celebrated by a sumptuous banquet attended by the “Eight Immortals”.” Information courtesy of www.nationsonline.org/oneworld/Chinese_Customs/flowers_symbolism.htm



Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan HesterRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February 14, 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has led to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Now you know.

Slippin’ into sideways single again, thinkin’ I know what’s the best thing for my friend.
Never seein’ I’m the one playin’ a fool, keep trippin’ into a funk deeper than a city cesspool.
Do you ever think you want your own time, oh but you keep missin’ when she’s out of your line?
Then you look into her eyes, her heart and you play it off like a chump, thinkin’ you’re so cool.

Love’s not a playground for the child or the immature clown painted on society’s scripted scene.
Expectations of your world can bring you down to your knees and shatter your deepest dreams.
Where do you go from here when all you know is the beaten down lovers lost melody hit machine?
Words rhymed and bought to break your heart and rip your pockets for every cent at the seams?

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream,
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.

Oh. Oh.

Slippin’ sheets across sensations of last nights slumbered distress.
Comin’ to an end of your sweet dreams of silk and a whole lot less.
Is it a wonder you haven’t been in the pop culture extreme obscene?
Lipstick and perfumed skinned is all you need confess.

Tender kisses with restrained passion desires.
Pressin’ into her flesh, flames the fires hotter and hotter.
Openin’ my eyes will send my despair even higher.
Seconds slip by, throat’s so dry, needin’ her lips like life givin’ water.

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream.
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.

Oh. Oh.

Givin’ in to the spin of this need.
Hatin’ the pain to concede,
The passing time, I need to heed,
When this love is so high like the tide,
Of a raging sea.

Fill your heart, feel the steam.
Let it flow,
She’s in your bloodstream.
You’re not alone,
Now you know.

Feel her love, feel her deep,
Intense and low,
You’re denied peace in sleep,
You’re addicted,
And now you know.

Now you know.


 


Amber WakeRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February of 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Dripping Melody.

Drip … drip … drip … drip … drip,

Sounds the cruel melody,

of the fatal heart.

Dripping Melody; Art and Haiku Poetry by Ronovan Hester



Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan Hester

Ronovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February 14, 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Newborn Hope.

The newborn babe brought,

Fresh hope of things yet to come,

beyond description.

Hope by Ronovan Hester

For my Haiku Challenge #80.



Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan HesterRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February 14, 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Chained by Fate.

My mind keeps breaking, while my heart is anticipating,
The feeling of you.
Do you feel it too?

Sitting here I don’t know if I can ever know more, will I ever say more,
About this feeling for you?
It deepens so true.

Lovers don’t know if they are meant to be, in the way of a melody,
Sung from the heart.
Can you feel it start?

All the cards and stories tell a tale, but we all know the truth is frail,
When words are real.
I can’t sit still.

Love is calling for me from so far away, I want to scream and say,
I’ll be there soon.
Do you hear this tune?

Speaking words from the heart, you know when to start,
But when to end?
Before you say what you cannot mend.



Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling by PS Bartlett and Ronovan HesterRonovan Hester is an author, with his debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February 14, 2016. He shares his life through his blog RonovanWrites.WordPress.com. His love of poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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At first sight.

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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Gasps for Breath.

Pain of life one leads,
Does not wither but exceeds.
Given winds of change,
My mind turns and twists, derange.

Torn ‘tween will and want,
What is it I can’t, I don’t?
  Cowed by maddened, dim lit eyes,
Failure I despise.

I yearn arms embrace,
But fate voids every trace.
Feelings remain deep,
I spurn my foe, night thief sleep.
To the sun promise may rise,
Reason for these tear filled eyes.

~*~

My love is a lump,
A cause for heart’s gasps for breath,
Consumes all my thoughts.

Heart's Gasps by Ronovan Hester


Hello everyone. Today I’m introducing something I believe is new. A normal poem followed by a Haiku that sums up the poem. I am calling this a Freku at this time. Write a normal poem, if you wish, followed by a Haiku that sums up the poem. Free verse plus Haiku equals Freku.

Can you take a poem and then sum it up in three lines of Haiku? Or perhaps the other way around? Look for an article (NEW FORM of Haiku & Poetry) coming soon to explain in more detail but I think this section covers it.

For mine I attempted a 5-7-5-7 for the first stanza, repeat for the next two, but at the end I include two more 7-7. And to wrap it all up I created a Haiku that sums up the poem.

I wrote a normal poem first then worked it down to the 5-7-5-7 patterns. That was as a challenge to myself.



Ronovan Hester is an author, with his 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 poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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Southern Serenade.

Southern Serenade by Ronovan Hester

The hand carved swing was beneath the trees along the back fence line and I let my body and the wood find each other in their common curves, as I knew was the thought behind its creation.

The early fall night was cooler than I had expected, but cooler rather than hot was a good thing. The temperatures were higher than usual for this time of year.

The candle flame wavered slightly on the tree stump used for a table. He’d thought of everything. A lot more of everything than I knew about, even now.

The flame didn’t do much for reading, but that wasn’t why it was here. There was something warm about it. The kind of warm a heart needs, not the flesh. Staring into the flame could help a person get lost for a while. But I had been lost for too long. I was searching. I wanted, I needed to find.

Crickets chirped a Southern serenade. I drifted between their harmonies and the dancing of the flame. If asked I would’ve sworn the swing moved, although I knew it didn’t. At least not by my doing. The flame grew large and then small again, back and forth, with the size changing as if in time with my heartbeat.

A sky filled with dots of dreams and wishes, twinkling their good luck and smiles down on those they were intended for. Those dreams, those wishes burned bright and rained down to a place between the flame and me. The serenade grew louder. One wave after another assaulted my peace.

An ocean roared and waves crashed against the hull chasing the moon. A voice called and I turned. Dark hair moved and sun bronzed cheeks glowed in the moonlight, lips parted an—

“Sis?”

I jerked. Two figures stood over me, each with an arm around the other and looking down at me. “What time is it?”

“About 9:30. We stopped by Mom and Dad’s and got caught up in talk. Sorry we’re late.” Blue eyes of our father searched the eyes I’d inherited from our mother.

“And your mom had lasagna made.” The young woman rubbed the man’s stomach.

“Shh, you weren’t supposed to mention that part.” Mother’s lasagna was his kryptonite.

I smiled up at the miniature version of our father. “You two are lucky you got out of there this early, considering you two were together. Wait until they find out.”

“Well, it was a bit uncomfortable, but they were doing their best to talk about anything and everything other than something.”

My brother and I both looked at my best friend then at each other and then back again. “That was amazing.”

“What?”

“Sis means you just made so much sense while saying so much nonsense. You could be my partner in a law firm one day. ” He leaned down and kissed her the top of her hair. His lips lingered. I could see him inhaling her scent. He had wasted so many years not realizing she had been right in front of him … waiting.

He turned, a grin of joy, a look of bliss on his face. His eyes caught mine and frowned.

“Don’t you dare.” I held up a warning finger. “It’s okay. My turn will be soon enough. I know it. It has to be. After all these years, he can’t give up now.”

“It would take an army to stop him.”

The golden glow of the candle blurred. “But that’s what they have.” Arms wrapped around me and the stirring of the wind blew out the flame. My world plunged into darkness. The stars were dim compared to the heart of the flame. Even when it couldn’t be seen.


 

This is my entry into my first Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge. The story is one you can choose to have it fit in the manner you wish for it to. I hadn’t planned for this to be a Be Writing on Wednesday post but it’s the day I was able to have it ready for.



I don’t write about something unless I am either interested in the subject or am part of the character make up of the cast. For today’s story I looked around and believe I found an appropriate quote.

“What I can say is that all my characters are searching for their souls, because they are my mirrors. I’m someone who is constantly trying to understand my place in the world, and literature is the best way that I found in order to see myself.”~Paulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho Quote of Characters Searching for SoulsVisit SilverThreading.Com for more quotes this week.


 

Ronovan Hester is an author, with his 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 poetry, authors and community through his online world has lead to a growing Weekly Haiku Challenge and the creation of a site dedicated to book reviews, interviews and author resources known as LitWorldInterviews.com.

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WE COLOR THE WORLD.

We cover the world

In remembrance of loved lives

We color the world.

We Color The World A Haiku-Ronovan

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