The Bright Side.

The Bright Side

In times of good
and in times of bad…
the good wish they would
while the bad wish they had.

Going from thought to thought,
and from one extreme to the other,
there are dreams that you sought
and dreams that you smother.

The key to living is not the path you take,
nor the path you traveled,
it’s the things you forsake
while your world is unraveled.

Remember this while you smile away…
when you arise each morning… call it a great day.

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Who can I be without my ISP?

Log: Blog *Pot 558
Today I discovered ISP Central is full of idiots intelligent beings. Previous broadcasted message stated all of region with problems. Now being sent a new communication device for computer system. ISP Central stated I did not have IP service while I was in search engine looking for another ISP in region. Unfortunately they have monopoly a wonderful service that means we need no other provider.
Due to last communication, ISP Central has proven they are indeed idiots most intelligent beings. No IP while in the middle of using IP?
Consumed coffee today. Large cup, half coffee, half sugar. It is fortunate ISP Central are idiots intelligent beings and psychic. My lack of ability to force opinions on various subjects at this moment may be wise. The ability to speak with speed has increased by 100 times. Clarity of thought by 1000 times. Ability to sensor has decreased by infinity. Society, politicians, and stupid parenting has been saved by caffeine and sugar overdose. I don’t drink caffeine. It’s been a trip. Locals have had an ear full. Your loss is their misery.
Other than the above, today has been like many other days, but only more and less so. More writing on two different novels. Less blogging about nonsense. Going through withdrawals from missing blog hotties that visit my location. Hove is Hottie central as you all know. Muse about the meaning of that one if you will. Tongue in cheekie I am today. I’ll leave that last sentence as is. I’m feeling playful. Darn it Jim, I’m a Writer not a Priest. Darn it all, I’m a layman, not a pastor. Yeah, going to go with that one too. You’re welcome.
Will update as able to. Haiku Review Communication will be in best form possible. Perhaps not as entertaining as I hope the last one was. Although have not received many LOL communications from victims participants.
Space Ranger Ronovan Out.

Space Ranger RonovanWhat Pirate Captain Rasmus Bergman of the Pirate Tales series of books would look like in black and white and if he was Space Ranger Ronovan.

Communication has been reviewed by Interplanetary Safety Protectorate (ISP) for your protection and modified were deemed appropriate for clarity and fact.

*(Pol-One full Planetary Rotation.)

Mark W.

Random Acts of Rhymeness of a Lost Mind.

I thought people might like to see what I used to do when completely out of my mind and bored. Warning, the following is not good and may be hazardous to your poetry skills for the day. From May, 2014.

 

Lost Man in Chair

 

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?

 

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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Eloquence ain’t my forte.

Eloquence ain’t my forte.

Although I never seem to lack for something to say.

Be it some advice or something less nice,

I will continue on until I think my words suffice.

 

Look at these lines, how they seem intentionally designed.

But if truth be told, they are falling out of my head on their own.

Is there a rhyme or reason or anything to do with the season?

If that were the case then I believe my brain has lost the chase.

 

Now look to your left and then to your right.

If you did that and you’re alone, I imagine you are quite a sight.

Yes there is randomness in my offering today.

But as I’ve said before, just say what you would like to say.

 

This rhyming is not all that problematical.

In fact I find it rather interestingly grammatical.

It’s not about love or any of my usual fare.

Even I have my moments where the meanies make me not care.

 

Oh those meanies, blue, red or green.

All we need is love from four chaps in a yellow submarine.

Singing some songs to push our way through it.

I am sure if they had burped Suwanee River it would have been a hit.

 

Isn’t that fun, just writing where the words take me?

Who knew the Fab Four would be used so poetically?

Now I will end this before I get into trouble.

You know me, I am bound to burst someone’s bubble.

 

Much Regards and I give you Much Lovin’

From your poet The Writer known as Ronovan

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The Problematic Pimple

Amanda had a Pimple? On a Wedding Day? Say it isn’t so. Even more surprising were her disastrous solutions. Is an Egyptian Mummy wrap the solution? Read and find out. 🙂
@AmandaLyle86

Random Thought for Thursday-Environmentalists

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Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

Nonsense and Such: Music Scales and Lakes Sub Par-Nonsensical Poetry?

by: Ronovan

 Hands Glasses

You try to lick depression

But you depress the tongue

 

While the rise of a music scale is a step

To scale a ladder you climb a rung

 

You can be stabbed in the back

And take a shot in the arm

Both can occur

Without any harm

 

If you break your back

You go to a chiropractor for the aching

But then why do they say

Such a one’s work is back breaking

 

Why is there something

Called A Bridge Too Far

Was the river too short

Was the lake sub par

 

The thunder roars but has no voice

The mime doesn’t speak but that’s by choice

Perhaps it’s just by my own delusion

But all of these things seem to add to my confusion

 

You may wonder why my mind wanders so

Well perhaps you don’t really even want to know

But since the question is already out there

It’s because my mind was left…on the hallway stair

 

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Random Acts of Rhymeness of a Lost Mind.

Lost Man in Chair

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