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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-Latern fools the gnome,
we're deguised and free to roam. 

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

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

Pumpkin, pumkin, pumkin 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. 

A shimmering dance
A seasonal rain
blurred lines of change
Harley, the ghost, refuses to float. 
Over water her stomach would bloat. 
The night shades took pity- 
Delivered her to the city. 
Across the moat they row her by boat.  

Vampires 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 silky threads. 
The wind carries her over the farmstead. 
Free to roam. 
for a new home. 
Spinning her web by the woodshed. 

A little witch wishes fly by moonlight                         
Seeking moonbeams to steady her flight. 
The moonbeam is ready. 
She carries her teddy. 
Together they fly through the night.  

Pete sits in a pumpkin patch very grim, 
wishing 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 creech boohoo.
Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.

The black crows are a big meanie
because Jeanie is so teeny weenie.
Because of her size
She hid from prying eyes.
She ate her fill of zucchini. 

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, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022. 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 

      beauty and 

            splendor- 

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                       g 

   pink 

            p 

             e 

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                 a 

                    l 

                       s . . . 

  

  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
free clipart/internet

September Haikus and more

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. 
#HaikuSaturday
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- 

Rust and Moth Submission June 17, 2022

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.	Moons of March Sing!
        (Spring Moon, Worm Moon and Sugar Moon)

Sky looks down on earth with the dark eye of a new moon. Spring buds pop their heads, Winter snaps not yet. March winds howl for seasonal winds that breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide and winter gives way. 

Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise, stir the loam, breaking free the frozen earth. Spring Moon coaxes sleepy seeds to shed winter’s shield and stretch their roots in fertile dirt. Under the Sugar Moon trees bud, enticing the sweet maples to release their sugary sap. 
 
Moons of March sing! 

"Zephyr, carry the seeds far and wide. Loam, provide their needs. Seeds, shed those winter coats. Nightcrawlers, dig underground moats. Clouds, let loose your showers so the earth can bring forth bouquets of flowers!"

A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.  



2.	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 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. 

The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove. 
coo-COO-coo, coo-coo.


[Optional NOTES: Antiphon: alternate singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristic rising and falling in the tune.]


3. The Afghan Thirteen 

The pulse is weak, 
life's last vapor vanishes. 
Death grins when 
breathing ceased. 

Thanatos’ grim triumph- 
of the Afghan thirteen, 
fallen, betrayed from within, 
and left behind. 

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

Hope hurts. Hope heals! 
Hope shatters the grip of hate- 
the past and present repeat. 
1776 to Aug. 26, 2021.

In memory of the men and women who died in service of our country and the freedom loving Afghan people. 
 

Sgt. Johanny Rosario Pichardo, 25, of Lawrence, Massachusetts, assigned to 5th Marine Expeditionary Brigade, Naval Support Activity Bahrain.

Sgt. Nicole L. Gee, 23, of Sacramento, California, assigned to Combat Logistics Battalion 24, 24th Marine Expeditionary Unit, II Marine Expeditionary Force, Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.


Staff Sgt. Darin T. Hoover, 31, of Salt Lake City, Utah. His military occupational specialty was 0369, infantry unit leader.

Cpl. Hunter Lopez, 22, of Indio, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Cpl. Daegan W. Page, 23, of Omaha, Nebraska, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Cpl. Humberto A. Sanchez, 22, of Logansport, Indiana, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. David L. Espinoza, 20, of Rio Bravo, Texas, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Jared M. Schmitz, 20, of St. Charles, Missouri, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Rylee J. McCollum, 20, of Jackson, Wyoming, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Dylan R. Merola, 20, of Rancho Cucamonga, California, a rifleman, decorated marine.

Lance Cpl. Kareem M. Nikoui, 20, of Norco, California, decorated marine.

Navy Corpsman Maxton W. Soviak, 22, of Berlin Heights, Ohio, assigned to 1st Marine Regiment, 1st Marine Division, Camp Pendleton, California, decorated Navy Corpsman.

Staff Sgt. Ryan C. Knauss, 23, of Corryton, Tennessee. Knauss was assigned to 9th PSYOP Battalion, 8th PSYOP Group, Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.



The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

Across fourteen parishes the longest swamp river flows, the Atchafalaya River. The Cypress tree reigns as king in the sleepy waters of the Atchafalaya and Chitimacha rivers. They stand tall and proud, robed in a reddish-bark, untouched by time. Adorn with delicate leaves that sparkle in the sunlight, branches stretch to cover their domain.

If the Cypress is king then gators stand guard in murky waters beneath, keeping unwanted or the unaware at bay.

This ecologically rich heritage is as diverse as the cultural peoples who have come to make it their home. European, African, Caribbean, and Native-American descendants dug their roots deep into the bayou. The bayou blends them all into a cajun or creole cultural mix.

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown
Narrative Non-fiction, prose

Across the boot parishes, 
a vast swampland exists
where the Cypress reign as 
keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome 
of twisted branches
robed in reddish bark,
resides the age-old kings. 

Gators serve as sentries 
guarding the murky waters below, 
instilling respect for life 
and for the fool-doom. 

Sinkholes, shifting sand, 
watchful eyes always stare, 
ever mindful of 
a changing landscape. 

Stagnant water breeds 
relentless mosquitoes. 
Yet, yellow warbles and
purple martin feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, 
bears, deer, and bobcats, 
this bayou exists for life- 
but only for the keenly aware.

A river basin teaming
with bass, crappie, and crawfish, 
full of beauty and wonder. 
Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Standing between worlds 
is a glimpse of immortality, 
a time passage that remains 
under the Cypress rule.	

Resources:
https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/ 
https://www.basinkeeper.org/theatchafalayabasin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.


Across the boot parishes, a vast swampland exists where the Cypress reign as keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome, robed in reddish-bark with shields of twisted branches, resides the age-old kings. 

Gators act as sentries guarding the murky waters below, instilling respect for life and doom for the foolish. 

Stagnant water breeds relentless mosquitoes. Yet, the yellow warbles and purple martins feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, bears, deer, and bobcats, this bayou exists for life but not for the unaware. 

Sinkholes, shifting sand, watchful eyes always stare, ever mindful of a changing landscape. 

A river basin teams with bass, crappie, and crawfish, full of beauty and wonder. Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Standing between worlds is a glimpse of immortality, a time passage that remains under the Cypress' rule. 
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies. Cutting a 15-mile-wide path across South Louisiana, it is the largest and last great river-basin swamp. But to fully comprehend and appreciate the magnificence of the Atchafalaya, you must journey back to when the Atchafalaya was as nomadic as its people.
Coastal Prairie, and its adjacent marsh habitat, provided immense spaces for waterfowl and thousands of other forms of wildlife."
"Other animals that call the Atchafalaya home include the Louisiana black bear, white-tailed deer, bobcat, coyote, alligator, beaver, nutria, mink, otter, muskrat, armadillo, fox and opossum."
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies.With each new season, the Atchafalaya Swamp changes its face. Winter blows in isolation and despair as the frigid morning fog rolls across the basin swamp. Spring signals a rebirth as lush greens and vibrant purples reach forward to embrace its new season. Sunrise in the basin awakens its creatures as snakes slither, and alligators and turtles bask in the sunlight. As the sun descends on another day, an eerie silence hangs on until the haunting cry of the egret penetrates the morning."

https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/

https://www.basinkeeper.org/the-atchafalaya-basin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.

New sites to research: 

https://www.bsaswampbase.org/atchafalaya-swamp

July Haikus and Poems

Real magic is the time 
and effort you put into 
something.

The difference between a fable and a fariy tale is that in a fable you succeed by your own efforts. That is the essence of real magic. 
Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt, 
nourishing deep roots. 

Showers of thunderous speech
oozing liquid sunshine
splattering the dirt
Sun captures glistening vapors
snapdragons retreat
pods of rebirth
Seeds are coming early this year.
Hidden in Nature Pic by RLBrown
(WIP)
Hidden in Nature

Dangling treasure
for avid adventurers,
hidden in nature. 
Dangling treasures
hidden in nature
for seekers to find......sought by

Tenacious trekkers
journey through a rarely seen
ribbon of time. 

Wanderers capture
moments of discoveries
and lasting memories.

Capturing moments
of discoveries
and lasting memories.

The patterned pathways of
speckled sunlight guiding
advid adventurers.

As evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to 
twilight's shade

Speckles of sunlight 
Sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade
as the evening wanes. 
emits pastel hue (cool Hue) Pastel hues color the evening sky.

long summer evenings
forrest and child
refuse to sleep.

Fireflies hover
tealights glow
keeping darkness at bay

Cicadas sing
tree shadows creep. 
Silence and night merge.
Yet little ones play in evening's twilight.

little ones frolic 
on moonbeams silvery stream
 till stillness comes.
 
Moonbeams
little ones frolic
under moonbeams slivery
till stillness comes

vanishing, tranformed by a moonbean   ---stars shine, night receds behind the stars. 
light infused into the night lighting a new path
till moonbeam 
cast a sprkled light or an infused ligh
shadows and light play againtill the night hush comes
to pour a sleeping draft,
draws the sleepy eyes 
darkness comes with a peacful rest. 



Night's hush pours it sleeping draft

Life frolics on the moonbeam.
It plays till Night's hush
moves stillness in and
draws the sleepy eyes
shut, all rest. 

{Plays till stillness comes.
The hush of night,
draws the sleepy eyes,
rest. 
Yet in the darkness
life does not sleep
It frolic till Night's hush
moves in stillness,
all rest.]

Dayshadows shines Pattern Pathways 
on twisted trails 
of speckled sunlight 
patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time. time turns memories into laughter.
Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
Wintry winds
whistling a ceaseless
threnody
Haiku Music Challenge
1. sunlight etches closer 
to twilight's shade, 
evening wanes 

2. long summer evenings 
forest and child 
refuse to sleep

Rhonda L Brown - USA

http://stardusthaiku.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html submission instructions
submission - Stardust - August

June Haikus and Poems

A troubled matrix
dewdrops of torment 
stains
#HaikuSeed 
Mildew
Time spins laughter into memories and memories into laughter.
Summer Solstice

Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates


Germanation of ideas:
chasing the night
unfurl, relents  
or
sun's rays 
outstretched-ahha
relents
or
sunrays chase away the night
unfurled, relents

sun rays stretch 
chasing nighttide's boundaries
unfurled, relents  
Summer Solstice

needs solstice in poem to identify purpose
Guess, guess, guess again,
kid-giggles on the inside
guessing games.

Time spins memories 
into laughter
and laughter 
into memories
Troutswirl Submission /July
 #HaikuSaturday
my grandson, he's twelve now, but still loves to laugh. pic.twitter.com/qoQoA5XVjZ
"Coach Moon confirms the big five will show," says Gally Vant, Earthwatch Magazine Reporter. 
"The planetary team will meet on June 23," says Coach Moon. 
"Will you be joining them this year?" Mrs. Vant asked. 
"Wouldn't miss it," says Coach Moon, " and you shouldn't either."
pathways of patterned sunlight
patterned pathways
speckled sunlight

patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time.

Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
stormy days
torrential rain
evening settles
to
walk above the clouds
life

stormy days settle to walk above the clouds
Summer colors vibrate, the wind hums, the sky swishes, and our insides giggle.

a view from a hammock
swaying in the breeze
the hammock giggles
Personification Haiku Dialogue Aug 3 2022


The wind hums
the clouds dance 
soft kisses,
in the cool
listening to the wind hum
watching the clouds dance

the sky swishes

Poetry Pea Submission

haikuandsenryu.poetrypea@gmail.com
Rhonda Brown
1335 Montana Dr, Conway, AR 72034
About Bronte Brown
Thank you for this chance to enter a scifaiku, a very new form for me. 1. (Both in March and September, Equinox is perfectly balanced and shifts on each end to increase light or increase dark.) Sun and moon poised on a morrowless day equinoctial time shift. 1a.celestial bodies poised for a morrowless day. --- 2. (Tornados) Titans clash wrapped in clouded storms EF5 --- 3. Life's vanishing vapor, Thanatos grins. --- 4. habitat framers, clever, charming artisan, busy beavers. -- 5. entering the old haunt time ripples tock, tick, tock-tock-tock,

Submission only, not selected.