Category Archives: Poems and Rhymes

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

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
Photo by RL Brown, Gulfport, MS
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwine.
Bifurcating branches
twist and wind upward,
etching life's wrinkles.
Her umbrella twirls
spreading crystalized sprinkles
everywhere #haikuseed (salt)
golden nuggets
set in a row,
juicy bites, 
what a delight, 
sweet corn! #haikusaturday 
The further south I traveled, the taller the corn stalks.
hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance #HaikuSaturday (childhood memory) May 2022
green linear rows 
of soybeans zip by
destined for tofu,
edamame, soy nuts...
#haikusaturday traveling through the ARLAMISS

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 notes to a 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 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 the twilght's dew. A cappella chorus in one voice, sings 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.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristc rising and falling in the tune. 
Photo by Andrew Patrick on Pexels.com
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 lilt.

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.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristc rising and falling in the tune. 
kitty in the weeds
bluejay's catcall
a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt

March / Haiku and more/ By RL Brown

Moons of March
Sky looks down on earth
eyes as dark as a new moon,
spring winks at the stars. (Haiku Journal submission March 26 2022)

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

Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon. (THF Monthly Kukai — March 2022 submission)

Foretoken of spring
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hooverflies delight

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

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced. 

Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change. 
Photo by Kieren Ridley on Pexels.com
Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change. #haikusaturday
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field
Besides Momma’s fence
To my backyard
Daffodils.
#HaikuSaturday 
repost from #haikuseed
Longing for a sidewalk stroll
along the storefronts of a –
five-and-dime
boutique
coffee house
with friends
 . . .mask less.
Misty moisty mizzling
Wintry winds whistling
Slinging sleet. #HaikuSaturday
March Haiku

whiptail: journal of the single-line poem/ April submission

Individual 3-5 one line poems

kindness ripples and rips through-meanness
hitch a ride matching a clarion call. 
death’s grim triumph of the fallen thirteen
a snake is not what I seek, obviously 
behind the doorway trailing intentions
April 1-14: Unthemed

What to submit:

Individual poems - Please submit 3-5 one-line poems of any variety, including monostich haiku, senryu, one-line tanka, poetic fragments, one-line micropoems, or lyrical lines.
​
Sequences - Please submit 3 sequences of up to eight single-line poems. Sequences should have a title, should link and shift between each individual poems (or poet, if collaborating), and not have obvious repetition throughout the sequence OR TITLE. Additionally, they should travel. Feel free to submit any format of sequencing you like.
​
​Poetic images - One-line concrete poetry, and haiga, shahai, and vispo that employ a single-line poem will also be considered. Prose sentences will not. Submit 3-5 in 600 dpi+.
​​
​Submissions of a mix any of the above are welcome up to 5 total.

April/ Haiku/ ETC by RL Brown

War Is a Kigo https://haikuseed.com/war-is-a-kigo/ via 
@HaikuSeed_
 
The Afgan thirteen
fallen, betrayed, left behind-
death's grim triumph.
Spring

In the morning dew
side by side, slipping through
sunlight cracks the dawn 

chee-pippety-chee
songbirds greet morning’s first light-
arias of praise

kitty in the weeds
a blue jay’s catcall-warning,
a tail twitching taunt

cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses 
goose pimples giggle.

hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance

a rye bluegrass mix,
tickles bare feet, sooths the soul
doubly comfy, Ahhh- (45)

rudbeckia titters 
stretching roots in fertile earth.
polllinizers play.

dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.

dark tornados
wrapped by clouded storms, blinding
sounding like a train

deep within earth's roots
generational stories
interwine 
rudbeckia titters 
roots stretching in fecund dirt,
pollinizers play.  revision for haiku dialogue

dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.

submissions Haiku Dialogue/Troutswirl
Dark Tornados
Wrapped in clouded storms, blinding,
Sounds of a freight train. 
April 11, 2022
kitty in the weeds
bluejay's catcall
a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt
Cool zephyr breeze
over tender grasses 
stuck between the toes
goose pimples giggle. 
Dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.  #haikuseed butterfly
Picturesque shapes
lurking among cracked shadows-
craggy contours #HaikuSeed cracked
Shoulder surgery-
torrents of pain downpour,
to a clench stillness. 
OUCH! #HaikuSeed downpour
My thoughts trail behind
as I pass through the doorway,
forgotten.  #HaikuSeed
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwined.
 #HaikuSaturday #haiku #haikuseed
Mississippi Oak on the coast.

Haiku Journal Submissions

https://haikujournal.org/ https://haikujournal.org/submit/poets-main.php

March 26, 2022

1. Sky looks down on earth
eyes as dark as a new moon,
spring winks at the stars. 


2. Breath the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
freed souls plant anew. (hope or peace)
 
3.Twitters, humming beats, 
dashing fliers zip around, 
swiftest wings, unfurled.

Others poems to consider

Foretoken of spring
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hoverflies delight

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

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced. 

Sugar Moon shines down ( Sugar Moon nearby)
sweet maples release sorghum
as March winds breathe change.

Habitat framers
Curious, Cautious, Clever
As busy as a-
beaver (WIP)

March 2022 Submission/Trouvaille Review

Moons of March 
(Spring Moon, Worm Moon and Sugar Moon)

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 nearbysweet 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. 
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. Ode to Childhood
Hopscotch with shells and whirlybirds,
swinging weeeee with our words.
Walking with cousins barefoot in the grass
playing with friends, hoping summer will last.

No school, outside and free,
it is time just to be me-
on the porch swing, shelling peas
I prefer to snap green beans, please.

Straight from the garden, a summer snack.
chores done, potatoes stored in the shack.
Childhood summers make me wish for more,
tree climbing, river-side camping on a sandy shore.

3. Ode to Daffodils.
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field
Besides Momma's fence
To my backyard
Daffodils.
Clerihew- rhyming couplets, poking fun at celebrities.

President Donald J Trump
was fond of the campaign stump.
He was a shaker and a policymaker,
Unlike President Nixon, who was a quaker.

The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown

The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown 

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

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

A country's demise 
by the hands of a few 
won't be forgotten. 
America's heart bleeds.  

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

Submission to Haiku Foundation for February 2022, KuKai- sky and sea

https://thehaikufoundation.org/still-time-to-submit-to-the-february-2022-thf-monthly-kukai/
Submission to Haiku Foundation for February 2022 , 
KuKai- sky and sea

January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue. 
Nothing leaves a mark. 

On gradient winds, 
matching a clarion call
Eagles hitch a ride. 
Read their Journal
Follow Submission Guidelines
When submitting to multiple journal, if your submission is selected by one journal, you must let the other journals know. This policy is often stated in submission guidelines.