The weighted drag net
makes the seabed desert dust
Ocean’s Silent Spring
Ronovan writes #362
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
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #135
Me and my mate Horace
were strolling through the forest
when he saw these two up ahead
he turned to me with a smile and said
that horses ass reminds me of my wife Doris
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Ronovan writes Haiku poetry challenge #361
The vole makes a home
in soft banks where willows weep
a place of refuge
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Ronovan writes Decima poetry prompt, challenge #60 #”The Man in the Iron Mask”
Concerned I may be thought a freak
the blacksmith set about the task
of constructing an iron mask
thus covering my deformed cheek
so that people would not just shriek
as my cruel mother had done
when she first saw her new born son
when the tearful midwife held me
up so my cold parents could see
their own tainted figure of fun.
Filed under Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #134
Home comes the sailor, home from the sea,
he stands on the foc’sle and what does he see
a crowd of happy faces standing on the quay
he thinks my wife’s among them waiting there for me
but he’s not too surprised for this is not to be
she’s run away with Jim who lived at number three.
Filed under Comic verse, Factual, Humorous, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Ronovan writes Haiku weekly prompt #360
Strange sounds in the air
perhaps it’s a wisp of snipe
demons raise their guns
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
When the pen takes control. 