Category Archives: Poems and Rhymes

A Pastoral Cacophony

https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/experimental-prose-form-poetry

Better Than Starbucks Poetry and Fiction Journal November 2022
Vol VII No IV

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 notes to a dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets twitter back and forth. A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony.

Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat. Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in twilight’s dew. A cappella chorus in one voice sings a spring aria.

A blue jay’s catcall
signals a tail twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds.
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. She was published in Better Than Starbucks, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022. She also writes children’s books. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
My inspiration for this poem came one spring morning while listening to bird songs at dawn's light. The slow build of antiphonal tweets and the sudden end, orchestrated by my cat, Tom,  reminded me of Bolero by Ravel. 

January Poems

Photo by RL Brown, Gulf Port, MS
color of the sky
a change upon the wind
longing to be free
sky colors ripple
a unique aerial view
coming 
    down 
        down
            down
slow, slow, quick-quick, slow
light dances on the water
footprints in the sand
Photo by RL Brown, Gulf Port, MS
WIP
If rain
no longer fell,
would tears cease to flow?
If blue
fell from the sky,
would a smile return?
If darkness
engulfs the world,
would light find its way?
If longing
disappeared,
would you be free?
Your faith can be likened to a train with an engine and a caboose. Putting your energy/belief in God and His Word is like putting your energy/ fuel (the coal) into the train engine, and it moves forward. If you place your energy (the coal) into the caboose, your feelings, the train doesn't move. Feelings wobble, constantly change, hurl you forward or hold you back. Emotions should not take the lead; they can spiral you out of control if you weigh yourself with them. We have free will by which we balance head and heart and live. by RLBrown
shadows hide, lurking beneath (the fog)
Light invades, droplets dissipate, shadows reveled. 
living life in a fog, drifting desparately
a seasonal leaf
grounding roots
friends are the rings inside

January submission The Monthy Kakai-(Gratitude) by RL Brown
A  clarion call on gradient winds, eagles hitch a ride. (January sky) #poetry, #haiku, 
snow falling lightly
moonbeams prance
nestled deep, all sleep
Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way, is a mist, and gets lost in a fog but is ever moving forward to new horizons. 
autumn falls silent under the evening snow
Photo by RL Brown
Photo by RL Brown, South Korea

December Poems

WIP 
Christmas morning rings
a single voice announces,
the Messiah's here.

The Troubadour sings                     a new song of salvation/ redemption
illuminating darkness,
dispelling fear.

The night star shines


The morning light hums,
hope shines- 
the reframe repeats. 


The Troubadour sings 
a new song of redemption.
The morning light hums
Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.

Morning's light hums
through hate and despair as hope
sings a new redemptive song.
Nature’s beauty shines
from the eyes of the beholder
beware of black bears
Solstice 

sun rays scintallate 
into summer's inner boundary
nighttide catenates

summer solstice June 21, 2022

on a morrowless day
nighttide meets at winter's gate
light concatenates

#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed 

winter solstice
Dec 21, 2022
January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue. 
Nothing leaves a mark.
 
Wintry sky
shear blue bright and clear
cirrus trails
Emotional world
Spinning round the sun leaving
Unanswered questions.
#HaikuSaturday by martha vandivier
@Vandiviergrade3
My Reply:

In between twilight
answers lie within us
for finding the Truth.
#HaikuSaturday by RL Brown

November 2022 Haikus and more

Snow in Arkansas
Ump, get real, it's Arkansas
Snowing in Arkansas
 #HaikuSaturday 
We have a saying in AR, if you don't like the weather, wait a day!
5:59 PM · Nov 12, 2022
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wispy sheers, whispering change, forth-telling

whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal

Cirrus clouds are thin, feathery, and wispy. They often portend rain in the coming days. Write a monoku using cirrus clouds.
#haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal https://pic.twitter.com/3SXZEo5mMA

Replying to @whiptailjournal
whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal

speckled sunlight of pattern pathways 

Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing. 
for whiptail journal
Monday is about: Magic of Invisible friends

Nov 21
Replying to 
@jerroldconnors
I never had an invisible childhood friend, but that would be my favorite.
I wouldn't care for gremlins since they work for Murphy's Law.

Nov 22 Friendship 
Replying to 
@JThomasABC
Like a leaf that is brief-lasting a season,
branches that hang around for a while,
or the roots that keep you grounded, 
friends are the rings inside you. #InvisibleThings

Nov 23 Creativity
Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way, is a mist, and gets lost in a fog but is ever moving forward to new horizons. 
@lozzawriting
 
Invisible Things/Creativity 


Nov 24: Joy
Grandbabies create
a rite of passage for
parents to become 
Grand! 
@AndrewsSusanM

Passing the responsibility of raising a child to your child and watching them guide, struggle, seek your help and advice, and getting to love and trust them to do their best is pure joy.


Nove 25
Hope hurts! 
Hurtful words dash across the heart. Dreams unrealized lie in waste. Lost in the darkness, we cry.
Hope lies beyond our regrets and missed opportunities. Hope restores the heart and clears the way for renewed dreams. 
Hope heals!
#InvisibleThings  
@jerroldconnors
5:30 PM · Nov 25, 2022



Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication
excerpt: 
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
 
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-

Sheltered.  #haikusaturday 

Originally written separately, then one poem.

October Haiku

little ones frolic
under slivery moonbeams 
till stillness comes

a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
Photo by RL Brown
Photo by RL Brown
a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change

Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
·
Oct 9
Replying to 
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
The Korean Folk Village

weeping willows
water laterns 
twilight shift

October Rhymes, Poems, and more/Hallo’s Eve

Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.

Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.

Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam. 

House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.

Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.

one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.

Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.

Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.

Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Latern smilles at me. 

Commercial free image

A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK (WIP)

Harley, the ghost, refuses to float. 
Over water, her stomach would bloat. 
Nightshades took pity- 
and delivers her to the city. 
They row across the moat by boat.  

A vampire roams the skies by night, 
foraging flower nectar to bite. 
The flowers all hid, 
afraid of this kid. 
He vanishes by the morning light.  

Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads. 
The wind carries her over the farmstead. 
Free to roam. 
for a new home. 
She spins her web by the woodshed. 

Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch very grim. 
He wishes for a face that would grin. 
Along came a farmer, 
whose a great carver! 
Pete beams at guests entering the inn.

Skelton Bones travels by scooter
never honking the scooter's tooter
Ghosts cry yoohoo,
bats screech boohoo.
Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.

The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie 
because she is such teeny weenie.
Because of her size,
she hides from prying eyes,
and eats her fill of zucchini. 

WIP       oh me oh my, crazy cross eye witch. 

Shimmering rays steady her flight,
Winnie yearns to fly by moonlight. 
Moonbeams are ready. One cross eye, she's willing to try
She carries her teddy.
Together, they froclic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight

one two three four
into the sky, soar
She froclics and plays till midnight. 


Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one two three four
scream, watch them soar 
Don't look back, time to flee. 

The great horn owl 
a dinner of mice
is a quite nice
hootie hoot hoot,
what a coot
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown

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 birds last song.
Light wanes for evening.

Nature's splendor yields 
a harvest of abundance, 
Thankfulness expressed. 

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

Light narrows yet shines.
Truth displayed for all to see, 
God’s bountiful grace. 

Counterfeit death nears. 
The last harvest, winter comes.
Weary souls find rest. 

Whiptail Journal

No simultaneous submissions.

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, Haiku Pond, and Haiku Seed Journal. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
The heart my be fickled at times but when stirred to action becomes a bulwark. 
July 1-10: Themed (Personal Transitions, e.g. physical, emotional, spiritual, healing)
https://www.whiptailjournal.com/submissions.html

1. stormy days settle to walk above the clouds, life
2. tenacious tekkers travel twisted trails through time.
3. drifters venture on patterned pathways of speckled sunlight 
4. astonied hearts stirred to rise (Job 17:8 reference)
5. uproot weeds watered by tears. 

The heart may be fickled at times but when stirred to action becomes a bulwark. 

Waleshaikujournal.com/ Summer submission

https://www.waleshaikujournal.com/ Summer submission

Rhonda Brown                                                         Haiku Submission

1335 Montana Street                                                      Nature Theme

Conway, AR 71566



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. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.



1. 

Time spins laughter

into memories-

and memories 

into laughter. (Revised)

2.

life’s brief moments 

full of 

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  In memory of Robb Elementary school, Uvalde, Texas



3.  

Breathe the sunlit air, 

uproot weeds 

watered by tears.



4.

Mockingbird catcall signals a tail twitching taunt-

kitty in the weeds. 



5.

 A cool zephyr breeze flows over tender grasses, 

 goose pimples giggle.  



  Thanks for the great advice from my last submission. I hope these haiku capture one's imagination for greater interpretation.  I'm a WIP. 

August Haikus

Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist. 
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond 
morning visitor,
elegant, sleek, dressed in black
but you can't come in
#HaikuSaturday 
I walked in and out several times before I noticed.

Wintry winds
whistling ceaseless
threnodies
(Theme: wind) Haiku Pond submission, Aug 18, 2022

Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist. 
Haiku Pond/Water Pulished @Haiku Pond 

other ideas for water


tiny rainbows shimmer in the sunlight through the mizzling mist

frosty white
glistening icicles
drip
Haiku Pond/Water

troubled matrix,
stain dewdrops of torment 
or dewdrops of troubled matrix

Sinkholes, shifting sand, 
watchful eyes staring
at a changing basin.

Shrouded storms, titans clash. 
long summer evenings
where forest and child
refuse to sleep
brontebrown2
@RhondaLBrown2
·
Jul 30
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt, 
nourishing deep roots. 
a realized dream
worked for
contains real magic
 #HaikuSaturday
the essence of magic
a realized dream
worked for
free clipart/internet

September Haikus and more

The first Nissan
hopes for peace lie within
the crescent moon
On moonbeams, life frolics till night's hush moves stillness in and draws the sleepy eyes shut, all rest. 

Life frolics on the moonbeam
and plays till night's hush
moves stillness in -
drawing the sleepy eyes shut, 
all rest. RL Brown

jet lag, sleep comes when-
western time, eastern time
neither, baby time 
memories lay curled 
tumbled, dark rumble 
inner balance skewed   
truth is a plumbline 
that does not vary 
or shapeshift.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Bright sherbet colors
familiar and strange
in a foreign land. #HaikuSaturday
annyeonghaseyo from South Korea
Yard mowed, edges trimmed-ha
It's raining, it's pouring-

The grass will grow back 
by morning-