Ranee of Atlantis

Ranee of Atlantis

The vault revealed empty, clarion calls sound,

Ranee slips through shadows, each entrapment found.


Fiends unfurl and fly, Deceiver’s crown gone?

What will Ranee do, once set upon?


Through streets of Ubar, through dwellings past,

she passes the poor, so many…vast.


The demons fly in, stones rain down,

Ranee the rightful queen, wears the crown.

There are a number of words used this time with many meanings. Your interpretation could make the story of the poem be several things, although mostly the same, just with your own imagery and flair to it. Ubar is one of the names of a legendary lost city in the southern Arabian sands, claimed to have been destroyed by a natural disaster or as a punishment by God. The fictional name for it is Atlantis of the Sands.

This poem was created in response to the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox of sammiscribbles blog. As you can see it was to use the word ‘Vault’ and be 56 words.

Weekend Writing Prompt 180 Vault badge. Black text on white background.

Sammi’s challenge as well as other blogger’s challenges/prompts links are collected on the page at the top of this blog Challenges/Prompts from the Blogosphere.

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The Show Must Go On. A #Haiku Review update and some #Music.

Wanted to give all you Haiku lovers a word about the review for this week. There will be one–a proper one. It may take me time but now that I have my laptop I am determined to get it done.

I won’t give the reason why it is taking so long, as I am sick of hearing that reason. I honestly get very tired of it. And as Freddie Mercury said, The Show Must Go Own. (The story of the song’s creation.)

Although not in the same category as Mercury’s life or health concerns, there is always that sense of when doing a challenge like the Haiku one must push onward to follow through with the commitment. It’s not what anyone has asked me or made me feel a need to do, it’s what I want to do.

The song singer of

Time drifts into the great calm,

Sounding forever.


Crazy Little Thing Called Love. #TunefulTuesday

It’s been some time since I did a Tuneful Tuesday but here we are…it’s Tuesday and I’m in a tuneful mood.

It’s a Saturday night in 1979-1980 and I’m on the roller rink rollering away, possibly trying not to break my arm or neck as I hang on to the rail . . . teaching myself to skate. A foolish endeavor when looking back on the fact that one of the prettiest teenage girls ever, my baby-sitter or whatever, was an expert skater and wanted to show me how. Oh how boys can be dumb at a certain age.

Then the scary thing happens. The somewhat empty floor is swarmed. Why? Because the first #1 hit in the land for a British Hall of Fame act is announced as being next.

It’s crazy. Yes, it’s even just a little thing. But I have no idea what it had to do with love.

Freddie Mercury and Queen with Crazy Little Thing Called Love begins and the drum beats of Roger Taylor that are possibly forgotten in their influence through the years due to a once in a life time voice and performer in Mercury drives everyone around the rink.

The meaning of the lyrics? They are what they are and the song is a tribute to Elvis Presley. One of those rare songs from a legendary performer that was what it was. That’s cool if you think about it.

From Melody Maker interview  05/o2/81:

Let’s talk about your song writing. Can you write songs to order: “At two o’clock today I will start working on song . . . ?”

I have no set rules for writing, but yes, I can write like that, I really can. It’s haphazard and it’s become a bit of a joke to me, but if I knew we’re going into the studio I just get my thinking process going. I can write songs to order, like a job. Some songs come faster that others: “Bohemian Rhapsody” I had to work at like crazy. I just wanted that kind of song. “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” took me five or ten minutes. I did that on the guitar, which I can’t play for nuts, and in one way it was quite a good thing because I was restricted, knowing only a few chords. It’s a good discipline because I simply had to write within a small framework. I couldn’t work through too many chords and because of that restriction I wrote a good song, I think.

And the live version.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love
This (This Thing) called love
(Called Love)
It cries (Like a baby)
In a cradle all night
It swings (Woo Woo)
It jives (Woo Woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish,
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called loveThere goes my baby
She knows how to Rock n’ roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweatI gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I’m ready
Crazy little thing called loveI gotta be cool relax, get hip
Get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike
Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can’t handle it
this thing called love I must get round to it
I ain’t ready
Crazy little thing called love

Much Respect-Much Love


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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Man of few Words

Man of few Words


A man named Ego

Stood before the Queen

His arrogance of self

Bordered on the obscene


“You wish to be spared,

But what use are you to me?

What can be had from you

That all these others cannot be”


“I am a great man,

A man for all seasons

Name any one

I will give you the reasons”


“It is now Spring

What will you do now?”

“I will plant your fields richly

Without even using a plow.”


“What then of Summer

When the Spring will turn?”

“I will use my broad shoulders

To protect your tender skin from the sun’s burn.”


“And of the Fall?

When the sun is no more to do?”

“I will pick the rose petals

To accent the glow of your hue.”


“Then Winter will come

With no planting, sun nor rose,

That is when I will show you

This man Ego can melt . . . whatever is froze”


She saw the look in Ego’s eye and looked around.

Surrounded by the court each her subject,

Except for one who was visiting among them,

A man whose gaze upon her was never in neglect


He was a visiting Prince,

Who had come from a distance.

She looked at him,

His appreciative smile was of consistence.


“Prince I ask you,

What do you say to this,

These words of advice,

From this man Ego came hence?”


The Prince stood up,

And approached the queen.

“A lot of words spoken,

But very little to be seen.”


“You speak with a confidence,

Quite deep from the thoughts in your head.

What would you propose

If not his words instead?”


The Prince did not hesitate.

He embraced the Queen.

His lips pressed hers.

Their bodies with nothing between.


He leaned back and looked into her eyes

“Will that do my Queen . . .  instead?”

She pointed to Ego without a glance

Then said, “Off with that blathering fools head.”



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