Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 45 Hate & Pride


Their banners unfurled

chanting lines of marching men

defending their homes

No hate lies within my chest

but admiring of their pride


Hate spills from thin mouths 

as marchers proclaim their pride.

Tension all around.

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Ronovan writes #161 #Haiku

painted eyes and nails

mask the lady’s true beauty

purity of soul

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Twittering tales #43

You know, it was just one of those drunken evenings when I thought what the hell, I’m going to get both my hands tattooed all black. 131 characters

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 44 – #Haiku #Haibun or #Tanka: HUNT & FIND


I awake with the dawn, rueing now my nocturnal voyage. One would suffice but I chose to torment all the shrill, cackling fowl, intoxicated by their blood. Soon they will come for me, baying and snarling. I am ready.

Over field and river,

I tease and lead the huntsmen

then find my refuge



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Silent strain

Outside the window 

tall green willows sway and bow

in supplication 

The unseen relentless wind

enthrals us with it’s power

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Ronovan writes #160 #Haiku

The guilty party

enjoys breakfast on the day

of execution

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Thursday photo prompt-sails- #writephoto

Motionless I stand

till my limbs dance in the breeze

reflecting the sun

from the offerings they bring

their daily bread I provide


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Writespiration #125 PIE

“Well chef, it appears you have truly excelled yourself this time, this is the most delightful pie crust I have ever seen with it’s elaborate mouldings and bronzed, glazed sheen.  Come, insert your knife and show my guests what exotic filling you have prepared for us. Ah! singing blackbirds, my favourite.

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A Short Analysis of Tennyson’s ‘Crossing the Bar’

An oft-used poem when telling the sad news that a member of the Great Brotherhood known as the Royal Navy has passed away, very apt,very moving.

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A summary of a classic late poem

‘Crossing the Bar’ was one of Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s last poems, composed in 1889, just three years before the end of a long life and prolific career. (He would be UK Poet Laureate for 42 years in total, a record still unsurpassed.) Given its elegiac tone, ‘Crossing the Bar’ has often been analysed or interpreted as Tennyson’s elegy for himself: it describes his anticipation of the ‘crossing’ he must make from life to death.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

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Writespiration #124 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 29 The writing on the wall.

Did you see that?


There, when we turned.

No, what, anyway you should be reading the map.

I don’t like maps. Do you have to drive so fast?

I told you, we’re late. Shit! what is that?

Oh God!. Aaaagh!

I’m sorry Jane it just appeared.

Well, it did say, “Landslide ahead!”



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