No Surprise Amazing Grace
by: Ronovan
I close my eyes
To see your face
No surprise
I hear Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
Of your love
Reigning down
On me
More of my lyrics I found from long ago.
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May 07, 2014.
At Your Risk
by: Ronovan
Speak of me harshly,
While you think I am asleep,
I plan your demise.
Inspired by a MaraEastern Photo and story.
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 07, 2014.
“The Knicknackery is a new online magazine of poetry and prose, launched earlier this year. As their name suggests, The Knicknackery aims to publish an eclectic collection of misfit pieces, the kind of strange heirlooms you might keep on your shelf, the kind that might haunt you. They want off-kilter, boundary-hopping experiments. As a new magazine, their taste is still a bit unpredictable, but you can get a sense of what they like by reading past issues online.”
http://www.authorspublish.com/the-knicknackery-now-accepting-submissions/
Much Respect
Ronovan
Love Letter Found
by: Ronovan
I would give it now,
If only you could be found,
Other than in tears.
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 06, 2014.
Losing a Moment in a Blink
by: Ronovan
Sadness is not a pleasant thing
I had to write about loss today
Then I read about it from others
Not smart as it pushed me further away
I knew some things earlier
They are gone now
Fortunately for me
I wrote them down
I wanted to write a poem
About a certain person
But I can’t remember who
Because of today’s lesson
I think maybe it’s all coming to a head
The constant writing and hearting
I push and pull and do my best
But each day I dread there will be a parting
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 05, 2014.
A song for the day.
Melancholy has set in.
And the sun chased away.
I don’t write poetry.
I write micro chapters
Of my autobiography.
-Ronovan
If Walls Could Talk
by: Ronovan
Inspired by a Photograph by MaraEastern
I’ve stood through time
Lasted longer than life
Ages strive to mar me
To degrade me with strife
Yet I stand while they fade
Lives come and cover the old
But I ever remain firm
While the careless become cold
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.
Ella the Ever Agreeable
by: Ronovan
A photographer’s art must be oh so difficult
Oh, look a tree with a Muppet like branch nose
Perhaps I’ll shoot that boulder over there
It looks like it has pebbles for toes
Oh, please, don’t get me wrong
You see my name is Ella
And I belong to one of them
A lady named Mara
I believe she must run out of things to do
Because I find a lens aimed at me
Will all I wish to do
Is sleep in the flowers under the tree
But no, no way
Will it be allowed
She pulls out that contraption
And it whines out loud
I know, I know
She cannot hear it
But what can I say
She’s not sentient
We felines are so far above
That you two legged creatures
Just don’t have
Our enhanced above human features
I pity her wandering about
Looking at trees and rocks
When she should really be
In the house in her PJs and socks
Oh look here she comes
Time must be getting tight
Needing a new photo
For her computer site
Well I suppose I can help
I’ll act like I’m half dead asleep
Then she can click and write
But she best know I don’t work cheap
Inspired by Ella and her human at maraeastern.com
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May31, 2014.
Gypsy Night Deep with Sighs
by: Ronovan
Golden ruffles like a gypsy night
Drawing glances from denying eyes
Twirling in the air they laugh
As the vouyer breathes deep with sighs
Inspired by #307 Cluster at MaraEastern. See the photo here.
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-June 03, 2014.
This was a practice not only in message but also in the visual form of the writing.
Respect Part One
by: Ronovan from Life
Yes
We All
Are Aware
Of Your Ogles
And Your Staring
Of Your Cat Calling
And Of Your Compare
Your Blood Flowing
In One Direction
Your Brain
Caught
Up in
Yes
Crude
Immature
And Vanity
Filled Inspection
Not Anyone’s Piece
Nor Their Property
Nor A MidNight
Boy’s Fantasy
I Am Brains
Beauty
All
You’re
Weak And
Feeble Of Mind
With Ego Fractured
Y’All Don’t Understand
Why We’re To Be A Man
A Mature Being of Life
Appreciates Beauty
Intelligence And
God’s Creative
Masterpiece
Woman Is
For Life
Honor
Love
Air
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May 27, 2014.
He who Loves
by: Ronovan
Without hope of Love,
There is a promise of Death,
Without he who Loves.
A World Apart
There are differences
More than mere skin and thought
We live in places
Only the other has seen in the dark
Connections are clear
The attractions are simple
Based deeper than either
Could ever admit
Time is not that gentle
The sun is a jealous lover
Always hiding one from the other
But from the mind jealousy cannot control
The thoughts belong to no one
But the one whose mind in which they are caged
Thoughts transcend moments
And move across time without hesitate
No words ever spoken
Mere emotions shared across voids
Words never spoken
Infinite images enjoyed
No matter the sun
No matter the time or space
The mind is a device to convey
Between two emotions
A world apart
Help Me Be…
by: Ronovan
I heard you crying
I asked what for
You said it was nothing
As I headed for the door
I heard you sighing
Now I knew you were lying
So I turned around
And walked the floor
Why do you do that
Why can’t you just be real
I’m just a man
I inherently don’t know the deal
I want to know you
I want to be helped to grow
Just let me listen
By telling me what for
I heard you crying
I asked you what for
You said it was nothing
I ignored you to the core
Now I hold you
I listen to you breathing
No words are coming
But I know you are healing
Help me be a man
The only one I was meant to be
I don’t know what is keeping
Keeping me from being free
Waiting in a fall
Against the ever deep of pain
The sun dims in sight
Hanging Out
by: Ronovan
Some may ask
How I do to chill out
Well here’s a picture
Of me hanging out
Enjoy!
Picture and words by RonovanWrites.
© Copyright-All rights reserved-RonovanWrites.wordpress.com-May29, 2014.
Social Media Random Acts of Rhymeness
My brain fails to stop me sometimes. Here are the ‘poems’ I came up with and tweeted last night.
#1
Peter O’Toole
Never played a Fool
Unless he wore a crown.
#2
There are things we must know
When we know nothing at all
Stand up straight shoulders back
And shut our mouths above all
#3
Why do you quibble
When the meaning is so far
Buried within us
You think you know it
What is this neighborhood
But the truth is for real
A truth you’ve never understood
There isn’t any violence
We got no old age attacks
Young men wear jeans
And old ones Armani slacks
You keep just keep on talking
About crime you don’t know
Bring all your cameras in here
Faking like a reality show
You’re not from here
Don’t talk like you know me
Your style is so weak
You have to steal creativity
Take no offense
At what I’m deliverin’
Cause you’re just the most recent
Of society killin’ villain
You come in here
Trying to make us look bad
When all you ever do
Is play up to some cheap trending fad
Who’s the real big man
When it comes to society
The man who spreads lies
Or the one with integrity
We may not all have
All the things that you’ve got
But where I’m from
We choose what we’ve not
See those two oldies
Those walking over there
When I was born
They gave my mom a high chair
That man over there
He just lost his wife
But you know what
We keep helping him with life
This is our home
Not some TV stereotypes
It takes all kinds
Even some like you lowlifes
So take your cameras
And your promises
Then move your behinds
Off our premises
The film crew didn’t really know what to do at that point as Rod finished. The crowd that had gathered was cheering and that seemed to give the crew a clue. They and their slum dressed star slipped away as the bus started to slow down. Rod was a hero. A hero in our small block of the town.
When people fail us
The sun then slips into rest
To let dreams prevail
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