ADDLED-BRAINED CAT LOVER: A Thank you Haiku Poem to a Feline.

ADDLED-BRAINED CAT LOVER

 

Felled by voiding blows,

I stumbled through life numbing days,

‘Til saved by a cat.

 

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Outlasting?

Man in pain beside poem on right.

Stuck in a rut with no way out.

Opening my mouth but you can’t hear me shout.

Locked here in this world alone with my doubt.

Directions to safety keeps telling me to reroute.

My positivity has been my fingertip of hope.

Lately I’ve been sounding more like a garbage eating billy goat.

I keep slipping and sliding up and down a well traveled slope.

My plans so sabotaged I feel on the verge of a Virginia Woolf note.

The love for life counted down till it came.

And all those blissful imaginings… went up in a flame.

The clock hit zero and that pain I’ve held back…my brain is lame.

My mind limps and stumbles with fatigue and shame.

To change the world takes so much of your light.

You pull yourself up but find you haven’t enough fight.

You claw at limbs to see the white light.

Try as you may you just don’t have the might.

I still hang on to one thin strand.

Feeling the whole time that I wait on grains of sand.

My heart burns and it aches with each weak demand.

When I last close my eyes I hope to be in a new land.

Now you know.

One of my favorites back when I knew how to write what I called lyrical poetry…or poetry of any kind at all.

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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…

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My Escape.

I did not know you,

When you found me in the dark,

Seeking my escape.

 

When you least expect it, you will be rescued. During my darkest moments someone was there to take my hand, offer a kind word, and encourage me to become a human again. In the end that will be the beginning of something new and wonderful and I cannot wait until that day comes.

Tomorrow.

I think about tomorrow,

More than today.

For, tomorrow,

Is where I plan to stay.

Tomorrow,

Is closer every day.

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.

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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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Santa by Moonshine

Santa by Moonshine

by Ronovan Hester

It came upon a Christmas Eve, when Santa was sniffly and blowing into his sleeve.

The reindeer had done run out of steam, for their feed for flying was chili pepper hot cocoa with cream.

The nine North Pole pundits of spirituous glee—trudged through the briars and more than one snow covered evergreen tree.

Dasher was close to stopping for the day; he was tired of pulling that big toy loaded sleigh.

Santa by Moonshine by Ronovan Hester

Then what to his bleary sleet coated eyes should appear, but a one-room cabin with a 1970 blue Jeep Wagoneer.

Santa knocked on the door of that haven of rest, hoping he looked his jolly good best.

The door opened to reveal a true sight, a bearded main dressed head to toe in glowing bright white.

“Hello, there fellow, my name is Santa; I was wondering if you could give us shelter and some sparkling Grape Fanta?”

The man looked at the jolly old elf, from the top of his head down to his ample red felt covered shelf.

“I believe I may help with your winter wonderland plight, come in come in and I will bring about a true delight.”

A fire was blazing inside of that one big room, and it was quite toasty with eight reindeer and two men with whiskers like from a broom.

“What seems to have brought you to my place out here in such a storm?” The man did not waste time with settling down his ample form.

Santa looked around from his chair by the fire; the man over him wore flannel and denim for his Christmas Eve attire.

“The snow is a bit thick and our radar is full of hacker spam, then my reindeer ran out of juice from their flying dust infused special strawberry jam.”

The tall man nodded, as though this was a common thing. He circled the button on his shirt round and round like a ring.

“Then I am for certain got something you need, but it’s not some fancy special concocted reindeer flying feed.”

Dasher snorted, and sniffed, and nudged up to his weary but comfy boss. Santa listened and stood before old Dasher could give him a firm toss.

“It seems my fine fellows here would be interested to know, what it is you might have that will make them get up and go.”

A smile and wink and the man slipped out the back, Santa looked outside, but the snow covered every track.

He ate another bowl of some kind of stew; he had not asked what was in it, for fear of upsetting his crew.

The door banged open and in walked a snow heap; the white powder fell off after one giant leap.

“Now here is what I have that should help you get going, and you best do it now, because there is an increase in the snowing.”

Santa took the mason jar, and turned it to the side; it was then that he saw a transparent liquid inside.

“You think water will help on a night like this? If you think melted snow will work then I think your idea is a miss.”

Santa set the jar down by his chair next to the fire; the man rushed forward as if something was most dire.

“Put that next to something like a flame, and you’ll not have to worry about deliveries, and for that I don’t want the blame.”

It was then Santa got the hint of a clue; one eyebrow rose then with a knowledge they numbered two.

“Oh, ho, ho, ho, I believe I now see; and if you please let me borrow a spoon we’ll be letting you be.”

“Keep the silver, it’s stainless steel, I got it at a dollar store, it was quite a good deal.”

Santa have each of his antlered engines two big full spoons each, then put the jar far out of harms reach.

Each of the reindeer licked and flicked their tongue; the liquid energy was making their tasters feel a bit numb.

“That stuff will protect them from the cold as well; when they get to going you best hold on or there’ll be another kind of Santa story to tell.”

Outside the cabin, the two men hitched up the sleigh, and with a call of each name, the reindeer shot up and away.

The deliveries were made with time to spare; no one even knew presents were almost not there.

Arriving back home to his place way up north, Santa walked through his home and shouted and called forth.

His wife appeared with a surprised look on her face. “Dear, you’re home so soon, was it some kind of race?”

With a twinkle in his eye, and a jingle of his bells, the lights went out, and Mrs. Claus wondered if her man was under some spells.

A giggle and a tee hee, and off the hat went, and in the moonlight, you could make out the empty mason jar’s glint.

Santa by Moonshine by Ronovan Hester



Ronovan Hester is an author, with a debut historical adventure novel Amber Wake: Gabriel Falling due out in February 14, 2016. 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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Drifting: in Love and Happiness.

My Guest Poetry on Meanings and Musings, Florence T’s, of our Haiku Challenge, blog.

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

Drifting In Love and Happiness. A Poem.

Time drifts into a path of mayhem without a destination.

Setting my course on the waters of peace and calm.

I turn my fate toward that which holds my compass true.

There is no turning back once truth has been found.

Does your life fear reality in all it’s frayed tapestry?

Do your hours run past you without meaning?

Does your heart beat faster without a purpose?

Do you know where you are going?

Embrace the obvious when it embraces you in its warmth.

Allow your mind to drift along and ride over the waves of madness.

You will find gentle slopes on the other side, bringing thrills to your heart,

And enliven a life with the missing part that was never found till now.

Peace, calm, floating, drifting, feelings of air beneath your body.

Feelings of pure love and happiness permeating your mind, body, and soul.

Delivering you each…

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Live or Not At All.

No longer does the freedom of innocence reign childlike in our hearts.
Screams, horror, crashing, waiting, hoping, praying, all for naught.
For each that fell from the skies, so many more fell in the sands, the mountains.
The cycle continues in lessons unlearned in the history of man.

Do we not know the wages of want, and the evils of maddened men?
Be swift or be not at all, do or do not at all, leave no stone asleep.
Be not the meek of minded willinglessness that brings about the falling of lives.
Do or do not.

If you do, then do for all eternity, for those who receive will return in kind.
This day we turn our daily grievances to a past moment in time.
Fear or fear not.
Live, for you will one day live not at all.

Live or not at all a September 11 poem.

Much Respect-Much Love

Ronovan



Ron_LWIRonovan is an author, and blogger who shares his life as an amnesiac and Chronic Pain sufferer though 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.WordPress.com.

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You. (A Poem.)

poetry image man on rocks looking out to sea

When the days are long, and nights even longer.
Thinking of you, makes my desire even stronger.

poetry image man on rocks looking out to sea

Didn’t know which way I liked it better so I put both in.

Much Love, Success, and Respect

Ronovan

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By the fate of I–A Brighter day. (Poetry)

I don’t sing no more.
What do you think you’re doing.
I won’t cry no more.
That’s what you bring from me.

Thought about it,
Then I went another way.
Shook about it,
Then I thought another way.

You may think you know me,
You never knew me at all.
You laugh at me and what I be,
Now look at what you lost in the fall.

I don’t sing no more,
What do you think you’re doing.
I won’t cry no more.
That’s what you bring from me.

You wish you could see,
Then you crash on the rocks.
You think you are free,
Then you crash on the rocks.

Think about it,
What do you really know?
Do you want to shout it,
“Please, please let me go”?

By the power of I.
There is a better way.
Give up the big lie,
And you will find a brighter day.

Now it’s time to end,
I’ve never been in so need of a kiss.
I keep healing to mend,
My heart will never forever miss.

By the power of I.
I have a brighter day.

 

Stream of conscious poem/lyric poem today. Just wrote this so if it doesn’t make sense, blame the MRI and no editing.

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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Stand up for yourself. #Poetry

Stand up for yourself, because no one else will.
If you truly believe what you believe then have resolve of steel.
Don’t worry about people and what they may think.
If they love you for you then they won’t even blink.

Things are important in this day and age.
We don’t have those heaven wise men, a guru, a sage.
Don’t let fear conquer your heart and your mind.
Stand up for yourself and be one of a kind.

Hate, ridicule, may follow your each and every word.
But to you and yourself at least you will have been heard.

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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A Love Of. My #100WordWisdom

A love of life.a-love-of
A love of living.
A love of laughter.
A love of forgiving.

A love of smiles.
A love of gleams.
A love of isles.
A love of dreams.

A love of hands.
A love of arms.
A love of breaths.
A love of charms.

A love of days.
A love of nights.
A love of thoughts.
A love of sites.

A love of hopes.
A love of heart.
A love of scope.
A love of smart.

A love of kisses.
A love of brushes.
A love of whispers.
A love of hushes.

A love of you

Much Love, Success, and Respect
Ronovan

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But the heart will never know…

Today is the day I care not for the want,
The want of a haunt of an old lovers jaunt.
Through the gates of a level of Hell I once knew,
I cringe at the thought of anyone that’s not you.
Have I ever given a matter to a hopeless wondering?
In times of need you show worth more than anything.
Glass breaks for just in case we cannot keep pace.
Our world spins at the same rotation but will we tie the race?
Decisions, decisions make up one’s mind to overflow levels.
Insanity of the choices crack the walls that keep out the dust devils.
You my dear, my darling one I fear, you are the one I must unite.
The decisions are breaking the mind of the kind in spite of all might.
Ah, but wait, is there a light to look to in the burning heart,
The heart so inflamed the skin scorches at the touch of every part.
The mind may know, the mind may understand, the mind may rest,
But the heart will never know the meaning nor stop as long as it beats inside this chest.
You are the beginning and the end, no forgive me that sin.
You are never an end, only a forever, I will posses within,
No matter the distance, no matter the day, no matter how long if never it may.
It all will be held here with me, with all of the love I have for you till eternity’s day

Much Love

Ronovan

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Sands of Our Lives

 

poem-sands-of-our-lives

 

Think to yourself, do you know what I’m asking
Do I give you your dreams, through your rose colored eyes
Clearing your mind, with each breath that you’re taking
Can you break with a smile, through the sands of our lives

 
Hearts are breaking, in distant worlds of wonder
Why does it have to be, though for years it has been
Shaking the hold, with a moment of thunder
Can you see the days, know you always will win

 
Temporary moments of silence and solo
Does it matter if quiet rules over the day
What does it matter as long as we both know
We’re going together in the same along way

 
I want the minutes to pass like lightning
With seconds non-existent in time of the realm
Reality breaks me into pieces somewhat frightening
But I pull myself up nothing to me overwhelm

 
You may miss the every second of every moment
When I fall down and cannot get up to stand
But don’t worry about me breaking I’m only gently bent
I’m fine as long as there is a glimmer, a hint, a strand

 
Hope is the future of a wasted past’s happenings
Future is the hope of a today’s receding sands of the shore
Never give up on me as I ramble in blatherings
I’ll be here and there through the music of our hearts’ beat score

 

Much Love, Much Respect

Ronovan

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Testify (A Poem)

I have no shame, to have my name as a follower of the man of greatest fame.
He didn’t have to do it. He could’ve left us. But no way, uh uh, the Man upstairs chose not to throw off.
We’re complete sinners, turn out to be winners, I count myself among the great final enders.
Do you suppose, He knows, I chose to give my woes up over His foes?

He knows all, He’s seen it happen, gives us a shot, but we keep back slappin’.
It’s not what we’ve done, it’s because of His Son, the soul of a sinner is won.
I stood up, I stepped out, I walked the aisle, saw what its’ all about.
Can I get a witness? Can I get an Amen? Can I, Can I, come on, come on, testify.

 

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