Senryu #17

If being honest I’m really quite dumbfounded At a loss for words

Haiku #368

Day of recognition Three lines and twelve syllables Tickles my fancy

Wildflowers grow

I didn’t knowWhere it would goFrom the cornerOf 5th and Grove When the wind blewA chance to chooseThis much I knewInstincts pursued I seldom travelThese streets of battleA life once handledWithout being trampled Mindful on old roadsWhere wildflowers growSowing seeds of hopeIn destitute zones

Your importance

I appreciate the simple thingsHow you’re able to relate to meInstinctively know what it is I needThen give it to me with relative easeQuickly understand what I meanEven how you can read in betweenThese lines to see importance to meAll the while making my heart sing

What sets us apart

Everyone has a story to tell About how hard they fell In and out of loves’ peril The masses seem to give-up Rather than hold-on they breakup While we continue to makeup How do we hold it together When others dismiss their forever During ominous, stormy weather What sets us apart When lost in angers’

Sweetheart

Somebody already broke my heart I put the pieces back together Called it a work of art Every now and then it’ll fall apart Around tender and weak parts When I slip into the dark In these words of wisdom I impart You too deserve a fresh start To find your counterpart Keep playing; throw

Out of sync ~ #poem

My inner voice weeps As this pen has ran out of ink Leaving thoughts to swirl then sink Beneath the churning surface in a blink Making us an impossibility to hold and think Leaving behind the memories to cherish and keep

Context ~ #Poem

Clouds of the sky Seem to wash over me Like the waves of the sea There’s more than meets the eye It’s about perspective We each hold onto our own A set of beliefs on what’s known Other possibilities & opinions rejected Some naive, others easily deceived Turned around and up side down We rise

Unity ~ #Poem

Seize the moments of opportunity Those that arrive few and far in between  Our time and space knows no immunity  Seize the moments of opportunity Discover power ending with unity  The possibilities yet to be seen Seize the moments of opportunity  Those that arrive few and far in between Written in response to an IG

Decent, Descent ~ #Tanka #Poem

Twenty-nine people Didn’t have the decency To notice or say My ‘S’ letter went missing Conveying the wrong message   – Whether it was a simple oversight or you were being too polite, it’s alright I still appreciated the like and fodder to write. 😀 😝

Weekly prompts – #Haiku

Much like you I find Myself easily obsessed With these writing prompts     In response to: https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/04/30/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-199-obsessedyou/

Priorities – #Tanka

Another day rolls In to pick up where we stopped Sorting thru life’s rocks Moving pebbles and boulders To find the meaningful gems

Horror show

The earth opened up before me Yet it didn’t swallow me whole It took everything I tried to hold A landslide of out of my control Carving its path of destruction As I watched on from the front row

Sometimes…

When I read your lines The syntax and rhymes Tug at the edges of my mind As the words weasel inside Where it’s impossible to hide From feelings once denied I’ve pretended they’re mine Tried them all on for size Enjoyed eloquent rides,  y’all write

The Mountain – (a Duet) Finish it Friday

Written by; Robert Louis Covington (Italics) & Kelly Lewis Calming beauty and mystery Circling valleys with majesty I call upon thee greenery Shifting mantels of prosperity To fill me with your serenity – A “Finish it Friday” prompt from the Inlandia Institute featuring fellow IECWC member Robert Louis Covington’s piece ‘The Mountain’

Honed Prowess

She’ll never just rollover onto her back Because she’s the alpha female of the pack Asserting her dominance at the hint of an attack Standing her ground, the low vibrations sound A warning growl, reverberating turn around Fail to heed now, you’ll be taken down

Sunday Mornings

It’s in the quite dawn I find time to read and write All fiction and non Birds singing in the daylight Rich coffee enables this flight

Levels of Crazy

  It never ceases to amaze me How many levels there are to crazy When you stand back and look You realize it’s not a fictional book Memoirs at fingertips, waiting All the while I’m here anticipating The backlash that has me debating If the truth is even worth saying The Who, when, where and

The Long Haul

You can’t be in it just for a day Your heart needs to be committed to stay Knowing that there’ll be barriers along the way To overcome by being honest – mean what you say Now listen to what isn’t being said I want you to get it all out of your head Our words

Fools

Products of society Living with anxiety In a world full of vanity Always striving for superiority Stepping on and over others Despite our insecurities Has become a cruel practicality

Flamingo Pink – CYW

Think! It’s Flamingo Pink There’s no rhyme That comes to mind “So What,” she sings Young girls believe Wearing VS fashions Splayed across asses How did this happen? The Pink Panther A cartoon character, Or a mixed drink? Both bring laughter On painted lips, And kept fingertips Driving Barbie’s car This has gone too far -In

Chasing the Dream – Competition/Collaboration

Written by: Kelly Lewis Performed by: John Akers (my nephew & Rock Star) When you can’t wait any longer to figure it out Or for someone else to show you around Cause all you have is right here and now You don’t know how, but make that vow Keep chasing the dream Of who you’re meant to

Update: Performance of the Year – Competition

Last week, I managed not to be eliminated in the first round of voting show-cased on A star is born – the photo op for this year’s “Performance of the Year” at The Public Blogger and secured 4th place thanks to all of you! Round two of eliminations begin tomorrow night on Sunday October 18th,

Topic: Those Quirky Rules of Grammar and Punctuation

Once upon a time, I shared insights and tid-bits from the monthly writers club meetings that I attend regularly, and since I haven’t written much on my own lately I thought it might be a good time to pick that habit back up.  So tune in next week when I share information acquired from the

Annual Writers’ Retreat 8/1/15

Ideal for the locals in the Inland Empire (IE) or Los Angeles (LA) and surrounding areas. This looks like a fun writers retreat tucked away in the seculded hills of serenity. Annual Writers’ Retreat.