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About brontebrown2

Hi, I'm Rhonda, a mom, grandmother, retired teacher, storyteller, and writer. Storytelling is a natural way to teach. Jesus often told parables to get His message across to the most severe critics. My new passions include writing picture books, maintaining a blog, traveling, photography, and politics. Thanks for visiting!

Vision/ Clear vision vs double vision

Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation. Reach into the WORD to find perspicacity (clear insight) Today politician and news media constantly reverberates the same talking point, spouts opinions as facts, and shuts down free speech if it is contrary to their talking points. God calls us to know our foundational truths; to think freely is an inalienable right given to us by God, not man.

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Colossians 2:6-8 Calls us to be firmly rooted, established, and growing (vocal) in our calling and commitment to the Lord. The next verse says, ‘see to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy (Marxism, BLM, etc.) and empty deception (gov’t programs) according to the traditions of men, according to the elementary principles of the world rather than according to Christ.

Vision is not only what we see but what we take in; it is also about clear insight. A mind free to think will image, reason and then decide to act.

James 5-8…If you lack wisdom, ask God who gives without reproach….ask in faith…without doubt, one who doubts is tossed by the wind (of every empty philosophy), double-minded, unstable…not knowing his own mind. (paraphrase.)

God is not afraid of your questions…seek, knock, and the answers will come.

vis

Failed Haiku Submissions

https://failedhaiku.com/

Rhonda Brown
1335 Montana Dr, Conway, AR 72034
@RhondaLBrown/Twitter
https://brontebrown2.com/ blog


Thank you, Bryan and Kelly, for taking the time to read my submissions.  I have a couple of rather long submissions, but if there is just a verse or two within that poem you want to select, that is okay too. I included a bio. 

 BIO: Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. Her published poetry appears in Better Than Starbucks Journal, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022.

As an active SCBWI and Storyteller Academy member, she participates in local and online critique writing groups. Her educational degrees include a BS and Masters, and she is a National Board-Certified Teacher. She is a newcomer to the publishing world. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.

1. Senryu /a renewed heart

Breath the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stirred souls’ plant anew.

Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables 
Tears flow
deep within                                                   
watering roots
of despair,                  
breathe the sunlit air-                                     
uproot weeds
nurtured by tears,  
stir the soul                
to start anew.                   

2. The Afghan Thirteen

The pulse is weak, 
life's vanishing vapor. 
Thanatos grinned when 
breathing ceased. 

Death's grim triumph- 
of the Afghan thirteen, 
fallen, betrayed, 
left behind. 

A country's demise 
at the hands of a few 
will not be forgotten. 
America's heart bleeds. 

Hope hurts, hope heals, 
shattering the grip of hate- 
past and present repeat. 
(1776)

Short Version: The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown 
Death's grim triumph-of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind.
Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.


3. A Mississippi Oak /family ties
Deep within my roots, generational stories intertwine.

4. Published in Better Than Starbuck, February 2022, p. 41 (Encapsulation of Life’s seasons)
Winter folds a tree into a counterfeit death gray boney, lifeless. 

5. Echo
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.
Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity. 


6. Moons of March
(Spring Moon, Worm Moon, and Sugar Moon, Equinox, Morrowless day occurs on the fall and spring equinox, a perfect balance of light and dark.)
Sky looks down on earth,
with dark eyes of a new moon
winks at the spring night,

Seeds shed winter's shield
as roots stretch in fertile earth-
March howls for spring's warmth,

Foretokens of spring
damp fields of marsh marigolds,
hoverflies delight.

Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon.

Sugar Moon nearby
sweet maples release their sap,
as March winds breathe change.

Terrestrial tides collide
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised,

a morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.


7.  Spring's Aria 

Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins. 
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony. 
The woodland world wakes, feathers fluffed, nestlings listen, 
to their someday song. 
Blending choral notes, blackbirds add a mellow tone 
to twilight's day-song.
Chee-pippety-chee, chee-chee, 
Jenny wren joins in with a peppy note. 
A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew; 
colorful warblers echo a descant. 
An a cappella chorus singing a spring aria, 
as songbirds unite. 
“siiih, siiih" “chink chink chink," a sudden signature change, 
the sunrise song fades.
A blue jay's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, 
kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio 
from a mourning dove.
perch-coo, coo-COO-coo, coo-ah, coo-coo-coo

Short Version: 

Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins. 
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony.  
The woodland world wakes.  



8. The Dignity of Winter by R Bronte Brown (96)
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication

Wind rustles the leaves.
Trees shimmer, yawning deeply,
Anticipation.

Autumn equinox
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.

Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.

Extravagant colors!
A migratory bird's last song,
Light wanes for evening.

Winter grants Fall's wish
for an encore flower dance,
frost procrastinates.

Nature splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.

Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.

Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully

Winter’s dignity
lifeless trees' quiet strength
autumn seeds nestled deep-

sheltered. 

Thank you so much. I hope some of these failed haikus meet your expectations. 

Sincerely yours,

Rhonda Brown

A Kid’s Tale/ by RL Brown/ Excerpt

       Kid’s Tale of a Day with Gramps (WIP)
      (True stories told in a fictional style.)
                 By RL Brown


	Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist; sunlight pours over the windowsill. I feel a wiggle. 
	“Roll out, sleepyhead!” says Gramps. 

	The day begins with Gramps in his bucket hat. I grab breakfast as we head out the door, toasty buttered bread with a fried egg. The screen door slams shut. 
       “Gotta grease those springs,” says Gramps.

       We walk to the pond, a pole in each hand - no buckets, no boats, or carrying large totes, just Gramps, Chico, and me. Gramps says there is no better companion than a good dog beside me. Crickets hide by the pond bank. Gramps catches the bait.

	He shows me how to thread a hook, attach my sinker, and snatch a cricket. Learning to cast a line is best done with just two. Secrets are safe. 

	“Ker-thunk.” 

Hope: Hurts and Heals

Senryu is about human nature

Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stirred souls plant anew.
 
Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables 

Tears flow 
deep within                                                         
watering roots of despair, 
breathe the sunlit air-                                      
uproot weeds 
nurtured by tears,         
frees the soul 
to plant anew.    
The overturning of Roe v Wade is a prayer and hope of so many. It is a victory for life. 

Climate change is seasonal by the time of the year, the one hundred, 500 hundred, 1000 years recurring cycles, pre-flood, post-flood, to today, etc. AS my pastor said last Sunday, God is in control of the weather and the event on earth. God will decide when the earth will be destroyed or cleansed by fire. 
Note: The solar blast of 2012 missed our planet by three weeks. I read fractual time years ago, and I remember that our solar system spends 5025 years in each astronomical grid as it rotates. The earth has suffered from both internal volcanic eruptions to celestial catastrophes. 

Last week's word was fast and I all could think of was fast talkers, talking points, and media of deceptions. Lies that hurt people and lies people deny, it's a circus. 

Yet, God calls up not to be deceived or lost in despair. These things are meant to happen (end-time prophecies). Being lost in turmoil isn't God's plan, but not for the unaware. Just because God is in control amid free will, we experience the consequences of personal choice and humanity's choices. 

Like the soil loves the tree, so hope revives our soul to let go and trust God. 
I'm not saying it is easy but it puts the focus on God. 
Photo by RL Brown/Moss Mtn

May/ Haiku/Free Verse/Rhyme by RL Brown

A Pastoral Cacophony (WIP)

Morning's first blush slips 
through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins.

Antiphonal tweets 
robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony. 

The woodland world wakes.    
Senryu is about human nature

Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stirred souls plant anew.
 
Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables 
Tears flow 
deep within                                                         
watering roots of despair, 
breathe the sunlit air-                                      
uproot weeds 
nurtured by tears,         
stir the soul
to start anew.           
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.

Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity. 
cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses 
goose pimples giggle.

hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance

https://thehaikufoundation.org/per-diem-haiku-of-the-day-for-may-2022-early-childhood/#comment-141484
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwined.
Her umbrella twirls
spreading crystalized sprinkles
everywhere #haikuseed (salt)

Every Once in a While

Every once in a while, 
inspiration hits, and a desire 
is lit to convey a message 
deep within one's soul. 

Every once in a while, 
misery accompanies loss; 
difficulties attack and strike deep. 
Disappointment mellows the soul. 

Every once in a while, 
we understand that truth divides,
despair is a deep hole of nothingness, 
and hopelessness engulfs the soul. 

Every once in a while, 
love overwhelms and memories comfort. 
Friends appear, and sadness disappears- 
a face-to-face connects our souls. 

Every once in a while, 
we grasp the assurance of hope, 
the rallying cry of faith and 
discern the doubled-tongue. 

Every once in a while, 
endurance is perfected, 
wisdom is perceived, faith is steadied, 
and peace settles within. 

Every once in a while, 
we flourish resting in God's hand, 
our soul knows it very well.

For the flourish writers out there!

References
Romans 5
Hebrews 4
Proverbs 19
James 1
Psalms 37
I Peter 5

Revision
Picture by RLBrown/ Moss Mtn Workshop

Wait, then run…at your pace

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. This is the first verse that came to mind with today’s prompt word and walking with hinds feet in high places. It takes a sure-footed goat and a love of heights to ascend the mountain. Have you ever been high up, looked down, and felt dizzy, then froze with fear?

Sometimes, I get ahead of myself and forget to look where I am going, and lost my way. Some fatherly advice I heard once if you are lost, sit down. God calls me in the morning to be with Him, then walk into the world.

You can find your inner strength when you are at rest. Watchman Nee’s book, Sit, Stand Walk explains the process perfectly. We rest in God’s Word, Stand on His promises, then walk in confidence and speak God’s Truth.

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On gradient winds, 
Eagles hitch a ride
matching a clarion call. 
Haiku by RL Brown

The Easter Song / Denial or Acceptance

Overcome by fear
despairing loss, hope gone
Peter denies Him,

Judas walks beside 
the true Messiah, daily
impervious to truth,

ignorance succeeds, 
Pharisees deny their Messiah,
Jerusalem cries,

overcome by grief,
John couldn't deny his tears,
his Messiah dies,

dementia cries out,
darkness envelops the cross
death's grip shakes the earth,

heartbreaking loneliness,
despair descends to hell's depth,
where is my hope?

We walk every day beside 
the true Messiah,
impervious to truth,

YET>


a single voice sings,   
illuminating darkness
with salvation's song,

the morning light hums,
the eternal wrapped in clay,
has set terra free.

His message rings true 
of grace's gift freely given,
yet, honors free will.

The song of the church
is the gospel story of
God's eternal plan. 

The harvest complete, 
the church caught up, 
Israel will once again 
have a hand in redeeming
Man. 


Hebrew 4:1 For the word of God is living and active, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart. 
Matthew 13: 18-32, Parable of the Sower, Tares among the Wheat and the Mustard Seed, denial and faith to overcome.


Denial or Acceptance come from the heart, here is an excerpt from:
https://crossref-it.info/articles/52/seed-sowing
Parable of the Sower/ and the Mustard Seed Parable Excerpt
"Jesus uses the idea of seed metaphorically in a parable to explain how different people receive the word of God. Christ, who sows the word of God in human hearts, scatters the seed, but some falls on stony ground or is choked by weeds. However, those who receive and understand the word of God are like the good soil which nurtures the seed (Matthew 13:3-9). In another parable he compares the Kingdom of God to a mustard-seed, which is ‘the smallest of all seeds' but which, as it grows, develops into a well-established tree (Matthew 13:31-32). (See also Big ideas: Parables.)

Jesus also used the image of a seed to explain how his death and resurrection (see Big ideas: Death and resurrection) would have a significant impact on the world, resulting in the redemption of humankind (see Big ideas: Redemption, salvation). He explained that, just as a seed would not grow unless it was buried, so he had to die and be buried before his word could be spread: ‘unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds' (John 12:24).

Sowing and judgement
The product of a seed is also used symbolically to stand for the natural consequences of one's actions, both positive as well as negative. Paul warned that ‘people reap what they sow. Those who sow to please their sinful nature … will reap destruction; those who sow to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life' (Galatians 6:8).

A Pastoral Cacophony

A Pastoral Cacophony

As morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn's chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song. 

Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral sounds to this dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets, twitters back and forth. 

A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic (rustic) woodwind harmony. Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy note, stepping up the beat. 

Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in the morning dew. A cappella chorus in one voice, singing a spring aria. Songbirds greet the morning with a pastoral cacophony. 

"siiih "siiih" "chink chink chink. Suddenly, the tempo changes and the chorus fades. A mockingbird's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds. 

The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove. 
coo-ah coo-AH, Coo-OO-oo coo-coo-coo. 

Antiphon: alterante singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
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Found Poem as a Haiku: Spring's Aria

Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins.

Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony. 

The woodland world wakes, feathers fluffed, nestlings listen,
to their someday song.  

Blending choral notes, blackbirds add a mellow tone 
to twilight's day-song.

Chee-pippety-chee, chee-chee, 
Jenny wren joins in with a peppy note.

A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew, 
colorful warblers echo a descant. 

An a cappella chorus singing a spring aria,
songbirds unite. 

“siiih, siiih" “chink chink chink,"
a sudden signature change, the sunrise song fades.

A blue jay's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds. 

The aria ends with the soft adagio 
from a mourning dove.

perch-coo, coo-COO-coo,
coo-ah, coo-coo-coo,  
Antiphon: alterante singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
kitty in the weeds
bluejay's catcall
a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt

Explore the Fact that Hell is for REAL

Explore Grace. 
Ephesians 2:8-9
8 For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9 not by works, so that no one can boast.

A gift freely bestowed to all who accept.
Heavenly Destination
Gift of the Holy Spirit
Knowing our Heavenly Father (so much to say here)

Explore the path of rejection
1 Corinthians 2:14 
The natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned.

2 Tim 4:3
For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but having itching ears, they shall heap to themselves teachers in accordance with their own lusts.

Explore the only path for salvation
John 1:14 
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace 
Acts 26:18
To open their eyes, so that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in
2 Corinthians 3:16 
But when one turns to the Lord, the veil is removed.

Explore the fact that Hell is for real. 
Jesus' favorite name for himself was the Son of Man becasue He, the eteranal, infinite, chose to become finite for a little while. 

People see God's grace every day in His creation. They are awed but they have a veil over their hearts. 
This is what we see here on earth through a veil:

Life and Death
Light and Darkness
Love and Dementia

Now Imagine a place where there is no life, only death and eternal separation from God. Darkness fills the mind with no understanding of your existence or meaning and love is replaced with dementia.

Hell is very real and just like we see glimpses of heaven, we also see the horrors of hell. 

Ignorance is bliss until it bites you in the butt. How can we let our friends, family, neighbors go to hell in ignorance? 

Everyday God reveals His Glory, His Magnitude, His Wonder, so we are without excuse. It is true that pride and arrogance go before the fall; but it does not have to be our pride that keeps us from sharing the gospel. 


NOW:
Let us pray and EXPLORE ways to expose deception wisely in love with one word, one thought, that turns the heart back to Jesus. 
WE must speak the whole truth in love. 
Explore ways to tell God's Truth to your friends/family who delude themselves. 
Speak from love and wisdom with the Holy Spirit as your prompt. 
This was not what I first was writing about. I was making a bucket list. My pastor as of late (I mean more so), has a real concern for the lost and those who are under strong deceptions.