Strange sounds in the air
perhaps it’s a wisp of snipe
demons raise their guns
Category Archives: Self compositions
Ronovan writes Haiku weekly prompt #360
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Haiku, Rural life, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku #359
The actor may mix
the lines the audience hear
artistic license
Filed under Satire, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt
The trick or treaters getting weary
found our Uncle Fester cheery
even if he did look somewhat eerie
as smiling he said, “Hello dearie.”
Filed under Humorous, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Haiku #358
Plunge your net downward
for the river runs rapid
still waters run deep
Filed under Modern maxim, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Haiku challenge #357
A natural high
that’s guaranteed to refresh
a breath of fresh air
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #131
I decided I would take a photo
of the old Minster’s rose window
for when the sun shines down through the glass
you can see Saint Maria’s ass
as she leads it along the main street
in order to find grass to eat
but although I am not one to complain
sadly the weather turned to rain
so we went home, my camera and me
for there was no Pepper’s Ghost to see
Filed under Comic verse, Humorous, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Haiku challenge #356
Cluster of comments
in red ink on white paper
sense of foreboding
Filed under Haiku, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt
I’d like to tell you a little tale
about a girl called Rita Hayward,
with her independent outlook
her parents thought her wayward,
but like many women in those days
she liked to think herself liberated,
certainly her breasts turned out to be as
when while on a date she co-operated
with the removal of her underclothes
giving me a quite expectant thrill,
imagine how my pulses quickened
when she said, “It’s okay I’m on the pill
Ronovan writes Decima challenge #55
Not far ahead there stood the hind
so he sank slowly to the ground
in order not to make a sound
his target had been hard to find
but the fates that day had been kind
raising his glasses to his eyes
he saw she had her fawn beside
and if they left the undergrowth
then he could surely shoot them both
because a camera never lies.
Filed under nature inspired, Rural life, Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt
Cruising white-tipped waves on a restless sea
of uncharted depths cloaked in mystery
remains the ideal life for me
Filed under Factual, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized
When the pen takes control. 