I decided as I did a Tanka yesterday I would write a short haiku today. 3/5/3.
Your desire
Tests your willpower
Don’t give in.
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 450 STRENGTH and Tempt.
Tag: strength
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 450 STRENGTH and Tempt.
This week for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge, I have decided to write a Tanka and a Tanka with a twist. I have gathered so old wife’s tales/ words of wisdom and formed them into a semblance of sense .
There’s strength in numbers
So the more the merrier
United we stand
Just don’t be tempted by fate
To learn, divived we fall.
The Warrior Within. Revised.
Today ten years after I originally wrote this poem, the reluctant poet read my poem The warrior within. I originally wrote this poem in 2012 when I was on the road to recovery after breaking my back for the second time! I visited that post and I have rewritten it here. Thanks to the reluctant poet for reminding me of those hard day’s.
THE WARRIOR WITHIN.
I shall not run I shall not hide,
I’ll face the void with eyes open wide.
I shall call up my warrior from within
And hone my sword, the battle to begin.
If I must make sense of what is my worth.
I shall do it now and justify my birth..
Each time the void comes for me
I make the mistake of trying to flee.
Why do this time after time, the path is futile
I end up broken, spent and feeling vile.
I shall not flinch this time. I will win
I will answer for every sin.
I see the void approaching swirling round,
My lies and fears creep towards me on the ground.
I start to shake terror grips my insides,
I call up my inner warrior from whence she hides.
With flaming hair of my youth and body strong and straight
She takes on the terrors sending them to hell’s gate.
From deep inside I find the strength , that others knew I owned,
Sword in hand my bravery returns , refined and truly honed.
I see you disillusion, I see you hopelessness, I see you despair.
I face you now as a warrier you need to take care.
I stand and look you in the eye
I will not flee I will not fly.
I see you and I know you are me
Yet given time I can make something more of thee.
The warrior within.
Fight Fight Fight !
Scream at the moon, appeal to the sun,
Beg for deliverance from this end to be undone.
Damn your luck, curse your fate
Demand a recount of the end date.
Clear these eyes, change the view.
Scrub away at this thing that is eating you.
Wash out that womb scour those ovaries
Rid these breasts of the death that might be.
Fight the enemy growing within
Deep breaths in the MRI, it makes such a din.
Swallow the drugs a chemical mix
Throw up your pain a hug will not fix
Rant at the day and scream at the night
Don’t let Cancer win, no fight, fight, fight.
You are a sneak a coward that hides
But we will find you and kill you and split you out wide.
Another poem for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
Dark Shadow
You enfold me in shadow sucking out the soul of me.
I strive to excel in your eyes, to let my spirit free.
You see no good where I stand.Only what hate shows you.
You laugh at my efforts and criticize all I do.
Tell me I am obsessed and addicted shout and bluster all you wish.
I have seen and heard it all before, it is as predicted.
The tatters of my life like the rags clothing an old doll.
My soul has words yearning to be heard to make me whole.
That is why I write so these words can be free as a bird.
Why do you need to put me down,
Cast those looks at me and frown.
I spend no more time on my writing
Then you do when you are out doing your own thing.
My words need escape they need to sing.
You can scorn and chide me all you will,
Sap my strength exhaust me make me ill.
I shall write and I shall grow.
That which is inside me, is what I need to show.
Every time I have found an interest you find ways to set the blight in.
Too many times I have just given in
But no, not this time. I shall, endeavour to ignore your snipes
I shall use this gift and I shall earn my stripes.
But this means so much to me now I can’t let you win.
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This is an old poem from November 2011 slightly reworked.
Dark Shadow
You enfold me in shadow sucking out the soul of me.
I strive to excel in your eyes, to let my spirit free.
You see no good where I stand.Only what hate shows you.
You laugh at my efforts and criticize all I do.
Tell me I am obsessed and addicted shout and bluster all you wish.
I have seen and heard it all before, it is as predicted.
The tatters of my life like the rags clothing an old doll.
My soul has words yearning to be heard to make me whole.
That is why I write so these words can be free as a bird.
Why do you need to put me down,
Cast those looks at me and frown.
I spend no more time on my writing
Then you do when you are out doing your own thing.
My words need escape they need to sing.
You can scorn and chide me all you will,
Sap my strength exhaust me make me ill.
I shall write and I shall grow.
That which is inside me, is what I need to show.
Every time I have found an interest you find ways to set the blight in.
Too many times I have just given in
But no, not this time. I shall, endeavour to ignore your snipes
I shall use this gift and I shall earn my stripes.
But this means so much to me now I can’t let you win.
willowdot21 
