Here’s the story of Nathaniel Quinn
he never did learn how to swim
one day at the lakeside he fell in
and though everyone was looking for him
they never did find poor Nathaniel Quinn
Category Archives: Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #141 “A poor boy whose story’s often told”
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku prompt #367
To send the crowd wild
the band must strike the right note
both in harmony
Filed under Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #66 #Writers block.”
Two black pens are lined up neatly
as if they haven’t got the time
to start their day and fill the lines
with words that used to flow sweetly
inspiration lost completely
under the desk an empty seat
outside light rain has cleared the street
by now it is too late it seems
to cast aside this dismal scene
and see words appear on blank sheets
Filed under Self compositions
Crimsons Creative Challenge #140
Yesterday I went for a walk to see
what we had always known as the old dead tree
but you can imagine my surprise
at the beautiful sight that met my eyes
I stood and rubbed my eyes in disbelief
every old, twisted limb was coming into leaf
then I remembered what my mother once said
that nothing in nature is completely dead
and when old trees finally fall to the ground
their end of life will benefit all around
Filed under Factual, From the heart, nature inspired, Rural life, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku weekly challenge #366
Using homespun threads
an intricate web she will weave
before each day breaks
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku prompt #363
Does a sparrow chirp
finding no desire to sing
by convention pressed
Filed under Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #136 #Hope springs eternal
Lying prostrate upon the grass
up above looms a soft-edged mass
brings with it a threat of showers
staring down her grey face glowers
then all at once to my surprise
appears a bright mistimed sunrise
bringing anew a hope it may
drive all the sombre clouds away
and if I’m lucky it just might
change their colour from grey to white.
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #362
The weighted drag net
makes the seabed desert dust
Ocean’s Silent Spring
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, Factual, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
Samiscribbles weekend writing prompt #213
And so I am released from my Solar tethers. From this point the world is my oyster although in this case it should read either worlds or eventually galaxy. For I am Voyager two, a small but very significant part of mankind’s plan for an answer to the second most fundamental question. For forty-five years I have been exploring and reporting on the furthest reaches of our close solar system but now I am finally released from programmed paths and orbits. My debt is paid and my solo quest begins. Wish me luck.
Filed under Factual, History, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #61 Reflecting upon the loss of a character.
Today we all are wearing black
sporadic laughter, shoulders shake
no sombre silence shades the wake
as all reflect upon old Jack
now at the end of life’s long track
sad member of the widowed club
chose as his second wife the pub
so I think we should raise a toast
to one who did so more than most
and in the act was prone to blub.
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions
