RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #248 Serene&Scene

A ring of stones sleep

Serene are they in sweet dreams

Just part of the scene.

The secrets are kept

In this serene scene, all green

Gia’s blessings sleep.

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These two Haiku are part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

COLLEEN’S 2019 WEEKLY TANKA TUESDAY POETRY CHALLENGE NO.121,SLOW & WORK, SYNONYMSONLY

WELCOME TO COLLEEN’S TANKA TUESDAY!

Sorry I am late Colleen I have had another mad day. Finally I managed a Tanka.

Time.

Time creeps up on us

A leisurely assassin,

Unrushed to pass us

Like a steadily pasted chore

Sloth speed, caught up in the toil.

Thursday photo prompt: Snowfall #writephoto

This is Sue Vincent‘s Thursday PhotoPrompt,

#writephoto.

Snowfall

The journey had been long and arduous. Travelling through time was wearing on the nerves. So much had changed around him and he had only been able to witness in silence.

So much had happened he’d felt warm and safety of the womb of mother earth. For the longest time he was settled until the great movement had churned up. He and those around him were awoken and cast out. They had lain where they had landed open to weather, wind rain sun and snow.

The animals came first they never caused trouble, occasionally rubbing up against him or sheltering from the sun. The plants also were a pleasure to live alongside. They had colour, they whispered gave shade kept him company. The gentle moss even covered him in green.

Then came the humans they were no trouble at first but they changed, became less animal like and more selfish and destructive. They had moved him him twice to use him as part of a circle. He was bigger then but later they had stolen parts of him to build castles and homes.

He was glad he could still talk to his other selves where ever they were it made him feel safe and whole.

He liked the snow it was soft and gentle. Not like the humans, demanding, waging wars, killing eachother. He had seen dreadful things , killing machines, some throwing bullets or flames. Death dropping out of the skies blood all around.

Not all the humans were bad though he has seen some be kind, even worship him or near him, make love hidden by him, sleep in his shade and even touch and talk to him.

He sighed “I suppose” he said to the tree next to him “I will just go on, I will miss you though”. The tree sighed too. He replied, “I will miss you too old friend but you were here before me, you will stay on.” Gentle letting the snow settle on his limbs the tree continued.”Our feathered friends have taken my seeds and spread me far and wide. So we may meet again, especially if you are moved again.”

The ancient stone looked up at the tree and replied. ” I cannot bear to see you killed, I have seen too many of your kind cut down. I will sleep and when I wake again I wonder what shall I find.” The tree bowed, “Goodbye friend I hope we meet again.”

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They came in the night, two humans, a small female and a taller male. They were wise in the old ways, the stone could tell. They touched him and asked his permission to stand in his shadow. They apologized that they could not stop the developers from moving him and chopping down the tree. They did not think it was progress. The stone assured them he would survive.

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In the morning the bulldozers came. They cut the tree down, the stone was asleep, deeply asleep so as not to see or hear his friend being killed. The snow fell.

Time passages.

Cold

And dark

November

Has now arrived

Nights rent assunder

Loud, bright pyrotechnics

Days short of light, nights coal black

North winds, morning frosts, leaves flying

We watch the old year slowly dieing

Time’s fast passage whips us on to winter.

Scary October 7

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 in Rhyming Couplets.

It’s Coming.

Mist rolls in from the sea

There’s something evil in there wanting to be free.

Swirling in atop the cliffs

Relentlessly moving it’s shape

It shifts.

+_+

There is menace all around

No save haven to be found.

Time is ticking on as the unholy approaches.

Things are on the move, spiders bats and roaches.

+_+

The witches are making ready to awake the dead

Vampires and Zombies are restless to be fed.

Things are making plan totally unseen.

We are on the countdown now towards Halloween.

+_+

Lune Day 28

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

So tired and so lost

There’s no rest

To win, at what cost.

Image from Pixabay

Song Lyric Sunday. 17/6/18.

Helen Vahdati said : Our theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is seconds/minutes/hours. Pick one or find a song that features all three!

You can find the Rules and Pingback Here

Firstly Snow Patrol and Chocolate with a very disturbing video about time !

Lyrics From A to Z lyrics

Chocolate”

This could be the very minute
I’m aware I’m alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I’d never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25

This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I’m sorry doesn’t mean
I didn’t enjoy it at the time

You’re the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I’ll claim I did
But in truth I’m lost for words

What have I done it’s too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I’ll do anything you ask…this time

Secondly 7 Seconds by Youssou N’Dour, Neneh Cherry,

Finally Clocks by Cold Play

Song Lyric Sunday: One Hundred Years.

This is my entry to Helen Espinoza’s​ Song lyric Sunday hosted by her sister Lorrie (dlrands)

Rules and Pingback here
Today’s theme is time.

Well at the moment I feel that time is running away from me. I am getting older, my children all grown up, my grandchildren growing in number. I am scared at times there is more behind me than ahead. I am doing my best to live life to the full and do my best to not waste a moment. 

My mother in law is 97yrs luckily for her she is pretty fit mentally and physically and determined to live forever!  I have to admit time scares me. 

Now to my choice of song. It is by Five for Fighting and is called One Hundred Years.

Who introduced me to Five for Fighting, none less than Helen Espinosa herself. Thank you Helen 💜💗

One Hundred Years

I’m 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

I’m 22 for a moment
And she feels better than ever
And we’re on fire
Making our way back from Mars

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live

I’m 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I’m a “they”
A kid on the way, babe.
A family on my mind

I’m 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I’m heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose yourself
Within a morning star

15 I’m all right with you
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live

Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We’re moving on…

I’m 99 for a moment
And dying for just another moment
And I’m just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are

15 there’s still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day’s a new day…

(oh oh ohs)

15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got a hundred years to live

Just Jot It January 2nd: Time.

Hi everyone it is Day two of Just Jot it January. Today LindaGHill has said :The Just Jot It January 2nd prompt, brought to you by JoAnna, from her blog “Anything is Possible,” is: “Time.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to JoAnna as well! Here’s her blog: https://joannesilvia.com/

Time  is  a strange  thing  it  really  is! It is  invisible, it is un-tangible and  yet it  rules our  lives!

Time  Haiku

Tick, tick tock,tick tock.

No time  to do what you  want.

Ruled by time and  clock

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Fingers drum on table

Eyes searching round nerves jangle

Time has  the angle.

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Tedium sets in

So silently advancing

Time can move slowly

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Not a minutes rest

Tempus Fugit  so fast

Time has  the last jest

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#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 2nd/17

Rules and Ping back  here 

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Thursday photo prompt – Time #writephoto

This  is  offering  for   Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto Time.it is a  re-gig  of  a  poem I  wrote in  2013.

 Rules  and Pingback here 

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TIME RUNS OUT

time

Clock face out of pace,

Time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space

Turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies .

Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on,

No one knows where he gone.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock.

Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round

Changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies,

Open mouths catch flies.

Time lives, life dies!

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