Poem

Together All Ways

Ronovan Poetry , , ,

I logged in to write something, anything. Then I got upset and was going to rant, but then I remembered that this is The Year Of Renewal. So, pardon my language a moment, screw the upset. Listened to a song right after writing that bit of paragraph and a lyric poem came to mind. No, nothing to do with that first part. Just to show you a moment does have to color your entire day. Well that and I was just feeling it.

 

I know that, I’m growing old
But my heart, feels eighteen
Your love is, growing cold
No that’s not, what I mean

Words come out wrong, but I say them anyway
The pain is so strong, it gets worse every day

I can’t tell you
How,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways

I can’t tell you how,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways

They say you, are just a dream
You can’t be, that for real
But I know, you’re all you seem
You’re more than, sex appeal

I say that I love you, you stay anyway,
You keep running farther, coming back every day

Oh let me tell you
How,
I want to be with you in every breath of every day,
I want to be with you in every thought in every way,
Take this beating heart keep with you, to stay,
Because we,
Be
long
To
gether
All ways

Yes,
We
Be
long
To
gether
Always

So lady
you
know
That
I
know
We’re
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Yes,
We
Be
long
To
gether
All ways
To
gether
Always

 

Dedicated to . . .

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Dying More Every Day

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I feel my lips 
Upon
Your
Skin

Though you tell me
It’s
A
Sin

My heart keeps me
Going
There

My hands impassioned
In
Your
Hair

 

I can’t
Fight this
I don’t want to

You’re my
Heart beat
That brings me through

 

I feel your sighs
Within
My
Ear

Causing tremblings
That
You
Fear

Desires keep finding
Their
Way
Through

All my thoughts
Consumed
By
You

 

Don’t fight
Give in
We’re meant to be

Don’t my
Last breaths
Tell you what you are to me

 

I feel my lips
Upon
Your
Skin

My dreams
Keep drawing
Me
In

 

How can
You live
Without me

As I
Lie here
Dying more every day

dying more everyday poem

Without you

 

Your lips upon my skin . . .

 

 

 

Ronovan

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I’m So Glad To Find

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You make the best of me, from what I used to be

Carrying me though, to a life that is brand new

I don’t want to see, the man that I used to be

Forever in your arms, protected from all harms

Say you’ll never go, that our love is even more than we know

Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind

Take the rest of me, and set me free

I can shine through, because of the love of me by you

Baby you’re the key, to what I am meant to be

Stay here by my side, our worlds meant to collide

Say you’ll never go, that our live is even more than we know

Do you think you will find, another love like ours in all mankind

One step closer to the fall, reach out and save me, make that call

Inside a moment of the last, you make up for my lost past

If I never thought again, all I would need is the touch of your hand

Say you’ll never go

Because our love is more than you know

Say you’ll never go

I’m so glad to find

That I can call

You

Mine

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Forever Failure

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Forever in dreams,

I am awakened by you,

In final failure.

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I’ll take what you give . . . (A Lyric Poem)

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Why do you play a game, When I stay the same,
Don’t you know I am true
If you run away, D0 you plan to stay
I will always want you

Do you
Think I
Don’t know
What

You Do

Never say the the name, I’m not the one to blame
If

You do

We can always lay, if you care to say
I

Love you

La la la la la
La la la la la
I

I'll take what you give
need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I

Stay true

I care
I share
I bare
All

I'll take what you give2
For you

For just one more kiss, I will gladly miss
The rest

Of my days

The touch of your skin, Draws me deeper in
I beg

For your ways

I try
I cry
I die
Every day

is new

Please stay
Please say
Please play
With

My heart
I’ll take what you give, As long as you live
Here

I'll take what you give3
In my heart
La la la la la
La la la la la
I need you
La la la la la
La la la la la
I love you
La la la la la
La la la la la
La
La
La
La
I
Need
You

(If you want to know the tune or the beat that went through my mind as I was writing this, listen to the beginning of Wrecking Ball. It’s Miley Cyrus song but I saw the Glee version on Youtube, so avoided her sexual fixation with a sledgehammer. To be honest, it’s a powerful song and performance by her and the girl from Glee. Girl’s got talent, she just chooses to waste it for a few years while she’s young. Below is it. You will get the rhythm eventually. Or stick with what you’ve got.)

Much Respect

Ronovan

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Dream Helper . . .

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Losing time for no reason other than pain riddled life
Why have I been given this disease of grief and strife
Have I been punished for a life I don’t know of
Is the enemy torturing me so I deny that from above

Weathered bones and depleted nerves
I wander through the days wondering what this life serves
Pushing my cart of rotting dreams gone bad
Longing for things that I wish I had

The lightning strikes through skull and soul
I lie awake nights as the time slowly takes its toll
I arise each day to be the happy one
As I dread the appearance of the dawn breaking sun

But who will be the one to carry on the days cheer
If I am the one that decides to no longer be here
Yes, I am at times lower than the low
But I know I must pick myself up and continue to go

I am the encourager, the uplifter these are my gifts
My goal each day is to keep people on the path of dreams, no drifts
I have thought my life goal was to share my words to the extreme
But now as I write I know I am here to help you with your dream

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Sharings for you . . .

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I live each day a little better because of you.

There are times in my life I die a little, but then you smile.
You never try to be something other than you.
I long so much to spend time with you for just a little while.

There are rivers, forests and a continent between us.
I would walk through them all if I thought the moment was right.
Do my questions, my thoughts, my sharings cause a fuss?
Please tell me now before I continue too much and send you into a flight.

Oh the friendship we have is more than I ever imagined anything could be.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.

Take these words and do as you will.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
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Humble before a Fall-A Poem

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Be humble in your ways every day
Boasting and bragging are arrogance
You may not know the path you take
But pride in ways has no relevance

Do what you do with a knowledge of grace
For you were given talents before you were born
Their recognition and nurturing up
Are rarities in this world where a crown is made of thorn

Continue in this way and your life will reveal
You are more than even you can believe
As you throw off those stresses and pressures
And hold onto that which will relieve

Be humble my friends
Be thankful for your gift
For as sure as you become arrogant
You and they will be broken by a rift

I was prideful in my former years. I made note of what happened in my life. I made a prideful statement and not long after, my world turned upside down. No, I do not think a punishment was sent down to give me a lesson. What I do think happens is in our pride and arrogance perhaps we do foolish things that bring about the humbling of us. I advise all today not to wait for those humbling moments, humble yourself now.

 

Much Respect

Ronovan

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Appreciate being late . . . A Poem.

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For those who are late,

Take heart in knowing your way,

Some never arrive.

 

Much Respect

Ronovan

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Of Beauty.

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Dreaming of Beauty,

I find pleasant thoughts abound,

A great plus indeed.

Much Respect

Ronovan

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Be Gone and Be Well

Ronovan Poetry , , , , ,

I know the meaning of the words I write
What some give them seems so trite
My thoughts do roam around in my head
However my understanding is not dead

 

Are my words for someone I know
Or do they just go where they want to go
My mind may be one that becomes confuzzled
But for some others their reasoning I am befuddled

 

I cannot share my words in rhyme
Without facing anxieties time after time
Why do I not write poems with feelings
Because I am tired of questions and dealings

 

Gather from this that I am perfectly fine
I know what I know and I know what’s mine
Be on with the tiresome misinterpretations
Coincidences will only lead to creative constipations

 

Much Respect

Ronovan

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Where have you gone?

Ronovan Poetry , ,

It has been some time since we last flowed as one
Wrapping around one another
You reading my mind like a seer
My playful taunts pulling you further
 

 
Where have you been hiding yourself
I have been searching for so long
Did you find another
Did I do something wrong
 

 
I thought there were moments of your return
But they were mere shadows of a touch
My mind playing tricks on me
Wanting you too much
 

 
I am still waiting for you to come back to me
I struggle even now
These words I write
Tumble out but not from a happy brow
 

 
Yes, you are sorely missed
I need you to fill my mind
Without you here, my dear poetic pen
My release of thoughts I cannot find

 

Where has my poetry wandered?

 

Ronovan

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Fight for that Mirror.

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A mirror sounding
All too familiar to you
But this time you shout no
A shatter will not do

 

This time you are stronger
As you look at the tiny you
You understand what is happening
Unlike what happened to you

 

Nurturing and care to be given
To grow something amazing
Working and fighting
To keep those small eyes from glazing

 

The future is unlimited
For this little view
That mirror you heard
Will not shatter like you

 

Don’t back down
From those snotty uptights
This is your child
Stand up for their rights

 

Ronovan

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Loves Touch

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Kisses haunt my lips,

With a quivering loves touch,

Release my pleasure.

Man and women kissing just lips black and white photo

(the third of my haiku for my prompt challenge words haunt & release, screams pain, scent of fear)

Ronovan

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Scent of Fear

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Haunt wafts through the air,

Like a scent of man’s

Release of bowels.

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(my second for my prompt challenge this week of haunt&release-screams pain.)

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Screams Pain

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Misunderstandings

Release destruction on earth,

Like a haunt screams pain.

 

 Man in Pain

 

(my first for my prompt challenge this week of haunt&release-scent of fear.)

Ronovan

 

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Ode to the Eternally Dwelling

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An ode to a thing that is so wrong is an ode to a thing that has lasted so long.
What could this thing be that cannot be ever broken?
Eternally dwelling in the crevices of a million dark moments like a token.
Yet no one having taken notice will ever to give a word, never to be spoken.
 
Is it a wish, a delight, or some type of torturous device?
Does it take hold of you and seizing you like a vice?
Cemented indefinitely as though planted by a plan.
What can one do but settle in and give in to the man.
 
A cyclical trace has been tracked through time.
Like a 19th Century unsolved London crime.
It does not deny what it is, no it admits.
Still we find ourselves tangled up in it’s enchantment in fits.
 
No, not I, I still remain and resist.
For I have never been one to give into this midnight tryst.
I alone stand forth ready to sound the horn.
As evil ones pass out last year’s uneaten devil spawned candy corn.

 

Respectfully Much

Ronovan

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Never Gonna Be Like That

Ronovan Poetry , , , , ,

Took a walk through the park

What I saw nearly broke my heart

You were there with another lover

You smiled at me, no undercover

 

What game have you been playin’

What have you been whisperin’ sayin’

Do you want to see me dyin’

Do you expect to see me cryin’

 

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

I keep moving on and say

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

 

You wanted to find it elsewhere

It’s funny but I don’t seem to care

There’ll be no fightin’ from me

You picked your bed, I’ll let it be

 

If you choose some other to hold tight

Then what makes you think you’re worth a fight

Sorry to burst your bubble

But if you’re wantin’ from me some trouble

 

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

I keep moving on and say

Never gonna be like that

No not like that

Even for you oh no not like that

Never like that oh no oh no

 

Never gonna be

Never gonna be

Never gonna be

Like that

No

Never

No

Oh

No

 

Ronovan

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To my darling . . .

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To my darling . . .

It has been moments since we said ‘until next time’, as ‘goodbye’ is not a word we share. I already feel infinitely smaller with your absence. A many layered ghost of ice surrounds me and my universe as I think of you as you are so far away even after only short seconds of time have passed. I feel as though I am floating in a nothingness  I cannot touch or feel but cannot escape.

My thoughts are already swirling in confusion of images and feelings and wishes. One on top of the other on top of the other and repeating until there is no semblance of one cohesive thought. I must breathe. I close my eyes and squeeze them with all my strength to grab hold of just one wish, one feeling, one image to settle this loss inside.

I know there is no reason for this feeling of dread. I know that you love me. I know that we are one. But I know you are not here. I know you are moving further and further away. I know things can happen. I know I might never know. I know.

“Have a good night’s sleep and dream of me,” you say. I dare not for fear of what those dreams bring. Joy? Passion? A world of love not realized in a life ever existing? Yes, but also the disasters await. As my mind turns faces into images of heartbreak. Sleep is not of my world.

I am restlessly content in this world we have created. Through all the sleepless nights and days and the floating naked through cold dimensions of dark emptiness . . . I shout with joy that you are mine, I am yours. No matter the dread of feelings of confusion of images, I smile. My heart beats stronger and defeats all attacks. My mind with you as its partner fights against all doubts of self.

You make me who I am. I was nothing before you. My life was simply existing in a routine until you became my inspiration, my joy, my love. My heart was meant for love and you have allowed it to fulfill its purpose. With it I can do anything. No pain, no illness, no mental state, no . . . distance . . . is too much to overcome.

I feel every ounce of my love expanding inside of me ready to explode as my love grows for you and wishes to wrap you inside of it to feel what complete love is like. A love that is total. A love that includes every aspect of your being. A love that desires, respects, is amazed, awed, humbled, and completed by your existence. Before you knew I was, I loved you completely.

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Completed by the one who is ever inside my every molecule of life.

My skin is caressed by the air she has exhaled a world away and drifted to cover me.

My world rotates as her footsteps move the earth.

She is the one that inspires me to live life to the fullest and love with heart so completely.

I may die in a moment, a flash of an eyelash,

But I have experienced what perfection of love is to be.

How much can one man take and not erupt with joy?

If this time is over then I can say that no man has ever been loved as much as you have loved me.

 

Your Lover

 

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The Shower (My Offering for the Week 11 Haiku Prompt)

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Psycho drives others,

To scream wildly from showers,

Drives your neighbors nuts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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