RonovanWrites #Weekly Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #223 Rise&Fall

These are my entries for Ronovan of Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Gently breathing soul

Like ebb and flow of the tide

Tranquil rise and fall.

💗💗

The leaves start to fall

Smoke from bonfires will rise

Autumn is now here.

Scary October 15

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Nonet.

Phantom Writer

Image from Pixabay

Words appear from a presence unseen.

On the page that was blank and clean

Is she ghost or fairy queen

Watch the moving pen write

On this on special night

Full of witches fright

It’s Halloween

Her Ghosts

Seen.

Song Lyric Sunday. Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

This week our prompt for Helen Vahdati‘s Song Lyric Sunday is Hide, Hidden, Hiding.

Well I like this challenge.

I have chosen first Imogen Heap with Hide and Seek.

Another of my favourite singer songwriter’s clever songs.

Hide and seek

Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me ’round again and rub my eyes.
This can’t be happening.
When busy streets amass with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
Blood and tears (hearts),
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need? And you decided this.
What you say?
Mmm, what did She say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
(hide and seek)
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

And for good measure an oldie Goldie written by the Beatles. Hey you’ve got to hide your love away. But with a modern twist here it is sung by the great Oasis

Here I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love awayere I stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on
Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and every day
I can see them laugh at me
And I hear them say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
How can I even try
I can never win
Hearing them, seeing them
In the state I’m in
How could she say to me
Love will find a way
Gather round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away
Hey you’ve got to hide your love away

Both sets of Lyrics from A to Z Lyrics

Scary October 14

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is another old one of mine. The Crow Queen.

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The Crow Queen

Silently falls the snow

No words describe the sound of falling snow

Well, no words that I know. Lightly treads the crow queen. Blood red are her footprints like the petals of a rose.

I don’t know why they are so and neither do the crows!

She been to visit the grave of her human lover,

Who vowed to love her above all other.

Sadly he had lied

Mistreated her and her smallest freedom had denied.

He had paid for this with his life dying at the talons of his crow wife.

She would never forgive the human kind,

Never again trust a man, her trust had almost cost her mind.

Even so she felt grief’s pain Visited his grave again and again.

Her loving crows always accompanied her

Keeping her always in their care.

The humans knew of her visits

Drawing their plans they wished to capture her

To reek revenge and watch her die at their hands.

Yes we are a vengeful race,

We humans are two faced.

God forbid that they catch her as again our name they will disgrace.

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What do you See? Oct/9/2018

This is my entry for Hélène Vaillant’s “What do you see? Weekly challenge”

Here is the prompt photo. I see three generations looking out for a lost love taken by the sea. Turned to stone as they wait. I also see a family pet.

They wait patiently

Watching ever hopeful of

A return from sea

A family ripped apart

Turned to stone but still with heart.

Scary October 13

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem can be read three ways, the bold print, the ordinary print or as one poem.

Pandora’s Box

Image Pixabay

Don’t open the box they told her

Please be careful they implored

Keep it shut it is bad they inferred

Evil in it lurks their warnings she ignored .

Suddenly all that, which was good

They said would up and die

Did happen. She’d not done as she should

The evil was out all she could do was cry.

pandora

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Oct. 13/18

This week’s prompt for LindaGHill’s SoCs is Precious .

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Precious is a word

That is mainly reserved

For that which is special and rare

Like a first tooth or a lock of baby hair

Or the kind of love,

A gift from above.

That a lucky few can share.

Metal can be precious too

Or rare stones of green or blue.

Yet if I were to be honest

To live and love and do our best

For eachother

And protect our world is just so precious.

Thursday photo prompt: Bone #writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent of Daily Echo #writephoto. Bone .

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I thought that I saw

Angel wings lost on the moor

My heart missed a beat

An angel fallen from above was who I longed to meet.

Sadly as got closer and put on my glasses

I saw it was not angel wings but a cow’s skull laid upon the grasses.

☹️

Scary October 12

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is a Witches worse nightmare.

Image from Pixabay

It is hard when you’re witch, Your very presence gives polite society an itch.

When you float by in your latest gown

Women scream and men hit the ground.

Now all of the above could be a boon

Were it not for the fact that it happens for the wrong reason.

Why do they goggle if you ride the moon,

It is not my job to please them.

It is enough to make you shout and scream

When your hair plays up and looks good on Halloween.

A careless sprite has cleaned the blood from your dress

Dabbed away all signs of mess.

No, no that really can’t be right looking clean and tidy on All Souls Night.

To make it worse I just received a call to say

My Vampire friends are to busy to come and play.

OH! tell me what’s a girl to do

I think I am coming down with flu.

I think I have really lost the plot, that guy over there just told me I look hot!

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Look at me, I look like a fairy, What is going on I should be Bloody Scary Mary!

No, I did not think so,

Eek! I just looked in the mirror where did all my attitude go? What is a self respecting witch to do

Some pesky imp has used all my goo !

There are only four days left until Halloween

And I look like a Fairy Queen.

It gets worse, damn,this just is not fair

None of my rags are fit to wear. They all make me look stunning . This the work of evil and cunning

I guess I shall just have to go and hide

Looking like this, the gossip I’ll never survive.

I shall just climb into a box

And dine on pig’s swill and slops. I just don’t know what I have done

I even crave a little rest in the sun??

Help, this is not right I am a creature of the night!!

Scary October 1 1

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is Nonet

Fallen Angels

Hard they had fallen heavy from on high

Blooded and bruised tossed from

heaven

Afraid they cling ridged in fear

Silenced, all voices gone

Eyes wide wet with tears

Banished thrown out

There’s no doubt

Broken

Wings