Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight, -Israel’s long waited hope. The Word sang its poignant story. A pure melody for each heart to hear. For those with ears to hear, it was a soft melodious tune. Like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing, a whispered melody arrived. The dawning light of a new beginning steadies our thirst. Arousing a sanguine hope in a song-less world for the coming hope. The morning light hummed as the Light sang the Troubadour’s song of our redemptive story.
anticipation Emmanuel is born the Father's delight
Israel's anticipation Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight.
last year's version: A song-less world yearns to hear the troubadour’s song, echos of joy.
Tiny beats, the word sings a melody that only the heart hears.
A single voice announces, the king's arrival, he dwells with us.
Through doubt and despair hope rings a new redemptive song.
The Troubadour song illuminates the darkness, dispelling fear.
The morning light hums, hope shines- the frame repeats.
Joy to the world.
oblivion aquarium at the mall trapped within
The Troubadour
The Eastern Star shined through the night illuminating the way.
The Word sang a melody for my heart to hear, poignant and pure.
For those with ears to hear, it was soft and gentle.
Like the tiny beats of an hummingbird's wings, a whispered message arrived.
A single voice announced the King's arrival. He dwelt with us.
A song-less world yearned for echos of the troubadour’s aria.
Despair dispelled. The Troubadour sang the redemptive story.
The morning light hummed, arousing a sanguine hope, the frame repeats-
Joy to the World.
Friends in all shapes and sizes red, brown, black, and white-- each one precious
Wintry winds whistling a ceaseless threnody
Haiku Music Challenge December 2022
Shear Cirrus trails in a clear, wintry blue sky.
motionless sun the darkest moment light breaks through
brief magical moment the sun stands still winter begins
nightide meets at winter's gate light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
winter solstice Dec 21, 2022
6 facts about the winter solstice
The magic moment. While many focus on the winter solstice as a day in the calendar, what we are actually talking about is a very specific moment which is over almost as soon as it has begun. ...
The Sun stands still. ... Winter begins. ... Nine hours darker. ... The earliest sunset. ...
brief magical moment the sun stands still winter begins
8 fascinating facts about the summer solstice It arrives like clockwork. ... Time stands still. ... It's not the earliest sunrise of the year. ... been observed throughout human history. ... Flooding the Nile. ... Greek feasts. ... Ancient Roman celebration of home and hearth. ... It's still celebrated around the world today.
March/ September Spring Equinox March Equinox
Terrestrial tides collide high, but twice a year. rising sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
January sky Its sheer so clear, so blue. Nothing leaves a mark.
Wintry sky, shear blue bright and clear cirrus trails. Shear Cirrus trails in a clear, wintry blue sky.
The dawning light
of a new beginning
slates our thirst.
Arousing
a sanguine hope
for the coming year.
A salubrious optimism
laced with intent,
tempered. 12/30- Slake
12/31- Sanguine
1/01- Salubrious Owls Nest Challenge
Inner autumn calls,
embracing a
seasonal change.
The wind howls
for rest,
as light narrows.
Counterfeit death nears
God’s grace is
revealed.
With the last harvest
winter comes,
the weary soul find rest.
@Blue_Owl #HaikuSaturday Grace
Winter grants Fall's wish
for an encore flower dance,
frost procrastinates.
Summer's warmth lingers.
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks.
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Posted Haiku Foundation for Early Harvest Aug 2022
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.
@Bleu_Owl
Winter winds whistling
Autumn's last stance-
a graceful genuflection.
#haikuchallenge #HaikuSaturday
Genuflect
seasonal shift
climate change
apposite
Nature reclaims what it intends
sending life's events
to where memories flow.
Slowly evanescing
time spins
memories of you
Past lives on in
family stories, recipes, my nose-
as treasured memories.
one voice sings a death aria
Opposite of
wokeness would be
Apposite
spring in my steps
alacrity of purpose
wind at my back
toddler's alacrity
something new
everyday
petunias thrive
with cold persistence
periwinkle's winter wink
elemental fragrance Saguaro Cactus alluring
Inner autumn calls,
embracing a
seasonal change.
The wind howls
for rest,
as light narrows.
Counterfeit death nears
God’s grace is
revealed.
With the last harvest
winter comes,
the weary souls find rest.
@Blue_Owl #HaikuSaturday Grace
First and Thirtieth
Super Moons of August
Sturgeons rise from the Blue
"It will not go out of my mind that if we pass this post and lantern, either we shall find strange adventures or else some great changes of our fortunes." —-Lucy Pevensie, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (C.S. Lewis)
curiosity seekers
adventures await
let's go together
Southern heat
baked, then released
into a vapor trap.
cicadas sing
flowers sway in a gentle breeze
summer heat wanes
Redundant talking points nailed to your brain are meaningless. Dull minds captured by deceit scream you can’t handle the truth. Yet the truth is easier to swallow than a quagmire of lies. Swim against the stream-
sweetness on the cob
long listening ears
crunch a munch
Log cabin restored
reminiscing the past
historical remembrance
laudable sweetness
memories of a lissome dance
beacons of love
Discernment’s gift is the ability to reason, decipher, and separate subtleties that snare.
Brilliant, yellow hydrants!
Yellow is the new red.
Puppy-chic
or
Brilliant,
yellow hydrants
Puppy-chic
where imagination,
fairies and pixies
play
stars in my eyes
a welcome sight,
blue skies
In-between
blue and green
flying high
A mind free to think, will imagine, reason, and then decide to act. A child deserves the right to be protected and grow into adulthood. A mind that is not protected will destroy the heart. Discernment's gift is the ability to reason, decipher, and separate subtleties that snare.
The first time I saw a dead body was in the woods. Uncle Rufus open coffin sat where the porch swing once hung. The rusted ceiling bolts reminded me of what once was. That old dingy porch framed a poignant image. Unintentionally, I took a mental snapshot. I stood and stared. Death barred the doorway entrance. The splattered sunlight melded with the shadows. The white wood planks faded into the background as if engulfed in sadness. The inner light was gone. Only a shell remained. Nature reclaims what it intends. Yet, life lives on where memories flow like a sweet bension between the falling rain--
quiescent tide, the porch-swing rhythmic pace- tealights fade --
First Encounters First Encounters
The first time I ever saw a dead body was in the woods. The open coffin sat where the porch swing once hung. The rusted ceiling bolts served as a reminder of what once was. The porch framed a poignant image. I took a mental snapshot unintentionally.
I stood and stared. Death barred the doorway entrance as the splattered sunlight melded into the shadows. The white wood planks faded into the background, engulfed in the past. The inner light was gone. Only the shell remained. Nature reclaims what it intends to, sending life's events to where memories flow.
As we headed southeast from Memphis, Tennessee that morning, I had no idea what a funeral entailed. The paved roads gave way to winding backroads layered with gravel and dust. Hours stretch as time slows its pace. You weren’t allowed to ask, “Are we there, yet?”
After a few wrong turns, my aunt remembered the landmark and turned toward our destination. Traveling the backroads of the Mississippi hill country was not meant for newcomers. Country folks have no need for road signs. They get by with a few landmarks and directions as the crow flies.
Great Uncle Rufus was my Papaw's brother. I noted the same pointy nose as mine. Milling about, I listened to whispered stories: sad, funny; yarns and tall tales. Still, people act odd in the presence of death standing on the doorstep. Some ignore the open coffin and pass through the doorway. Some, like me, keep their distance.
Cousins departed for the clearing. Blue sky peeked through the trees, and sunlight warmed our insides. Time giggled along with us as we told our stories. Death remained on the porch which was comforting for a nine-year-old.
From a mischievous twinkle to the shape of a nose to a familiar gait, the past is intertwined with the future. Lessons taught, lessons learned, favorite recipes, a hand--me--down quilt, family stories, and my family nose. Everyday routines are instilled and handed down to the next generation.
faded white wood planks engulfed in quamoclit, a reclaimed quiescent
Slowly evanescing time spins memories of you
mental snapshot framed a poignant image old dingy porch
Haiku format:
Faded white wood planks engulfed in quamoclit, a reclaimed quiescent
Rusted ceiling bolts serve as a reminder of the porch swing
Now, the open coffin sits. Sending life's events to where memories flow.
The inner light gone reclaimed by nature, only the shell remains.
YET> Past lives on in family stories, recipes, my nose- as treasured memories.
I was nine years old This is my story - retold.
a prismatic wash in a golden mist- a sweet bension between the falling rain.
Faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit,
reclaimed quiescent
The first time I saw a dead body was in the woods. The open coffin sat where the porch swing once hung. The rusted ceiling bolts served as a reminder of what once was. That old dingy porch framed a poignant image. Unintentionally, I took a mental snapshot.
I stood and stared. Death barred the doorway entrance. The splattered sunlight melded with the shadows. The white wood planks faded into the background as if engulfed in sadness. The inner light was gone. Only a shell remained. Nature reclaims what it intends to, sending life's events to where memories flow.
Haiku format:
Faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit,
quiescent and quaint.
Rusted ceiling bolts
serve as a reminder
of the old porch swing
Now, the open coffin sits.
Sending life's events
to where memories flow.
The inner light gone
reclaimed by nature,
only the shell remains.
YET>
Past lives on in
family stories, recipes, my nose-
and treasured memories.
I was nine years old
This is my story -
retold.
Xenogeneic gene transfer evolution clueless aftermath @BleuOwl
Vermilion cardinal resplendent and showy pulchritudinous
Autumn f a l l s silent under the evening s n o w
p r i s m a t i c wash of golden r a i n
Bittersweet
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Hegemonic media parrots the same song.
Complementary muliebrity of inner beauty blooms.
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Complementary muliebrity of i y--blooms.
(Note: When a woman’s inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, it melds into the essence of femininity—this is something only women do.)
Genetic
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internal coding
life begins at
conception.
the soft adagio of mourning dove
weeds have no place
running wild without boundaries
pachysandra's felicity
Mountain hiking with a friend
Nature's beauty is a godsend
Eagle eye
Perch high
Climbing high only to descend
#SundayLimerick
Mountain hiking with friends
Hoping this day never ends
Eagle eye
Perch high
Nature's artistry, little dividends
benison of golden
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wafts of perfume,
butterfly flight path.
Haiku Dialog
By Rhonda Brown rhondalbrown1028@gmail.com https://brontebrown2.com/
1. Autumn falls silent under the evening snow 2. bluegrass under feet, goose pimples felicity 3. living life in a fog, drifting desperately 4. out on a limb hanging by a stem whirlybirds take flight 5. complementary muliebrity of inner femininity blooms. 6. sweet benison of sunlit air after golden rain, prismatic joy. 7. Nature's beauty shines in the beholder's eyes, beware of bears. 8. evening shadows on crisscrossing paths, uninterrupted 9. Eventide, tealights glow, cicadas sing, swish goes the porch swing. 10. slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, light dances on the water, footprints in the sand (a swish and a turn)
quiescent tide
rhythmic pace of the porch swing
tealights glow
faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit
quiescent and quaint
The following Kyoka haikus are written by Rhonda L Brown (me)
Kyoka were Japanese poems that did not conform to the prescribed norms of waka imagery and diction
. Kyoka, poems are less serious and more humorous. With its often political and social content, the kyoka tends to be sardonic and ironic. It can parody the waka and use slang. The kyoka also echoes Senryu in its thematic preoccupation with human nature.
1. the night sky frolics
under silvery moonbeams
in stillness, dreams come
night recedes behind the stars-
no thought to pending troubles
tomorrow sleeps
2. unison parrots
hegemony media
demise of America
wokeness from within-
discernment's gift is knowing
the difference between the two.
3. If rain no longer fell, If rain ceased to fall Would poignant tears cease
would tears cease to flow? would your tears no longer flow?
If blue dropped from the sky, Would your smile retrun
would your smile return? If the blue dropped from the sky?
If longing is understood,
would you be free to love -
again?
H. Gene Murtha Memorial Senryu Contest Rules
Two poems per poet
Unpublished
1. a morrowless day
of whistling threnodies,
a fresh tomorrow.
2.
Faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit,
quiescent and quaint.
praj·na. ˈprəjnə plural -s. : transcendental wisdom or supreme knowledge in Buddhism gained through intuitive insight.
command
Ajna translates as "authority" or "command" (or "perceive"). It is considered the eye of intuition and intellect. Its associated sense organ is the mind.
Hegemony media , Fact or opinion, Null Hypothesis,
This quote is spoken by King Lear about his daughter, Goneril. He's comparing the pain he feels having her—a thankless daughter—to a snake bite. He says that the pain she causes him is “sharper” or more painful than any snake bite.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child.
Slow evanescent yet, time spins memories Of you
the sky swishes
the hammock sways
under a zenith moon,
untroubled.
a zephyr breeze
weaves through the zariba hedge
moments of solitude
or
moments before the seige.
Complementary
high impact combination
nature's color scheme
complementary combination inner beauty
March 2 book
Flip a page
Mark a page
Read again, a book in hand.
March 3 soup
Slow down, take the time
make a pot of savory stew
share with a friend or two
Savory and warm
tomato soup with grilled cheese
diagonal cut
Moons of MarchSky looks down on earth
with the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks at the stars.
Seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March howls for spring's warmth.
Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon.
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-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change.
March festivals
Frolic with the daffodils
Wye Mtn, Moss Mtn, AR
Zephyr carries spring seeds
Nightcrawlers dig underground moats
Loam provides their needs
#Haiku_Challenge March 16/Zephyr
Morning Glory
Photo by Tiu1ec3u Bu1ea3o Tru01b0u01a1ng on Pexels.com
foretoken of spring,
howling winds, blue sky, green grass
March winds breathe change
three hundred year oak
stretches toward sun's warmth
new season to bloom
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku_Challenge/zeith
Photos by RL Brown/Moss Mtn, AR
March 17, 2023
spring buds pop their heads, February trickery, winter snaps, not yet! Published
Feb 11 winter's shield hoarfrost, snow blanket survive or succumb #HaikuSaturday #haiku
rewrite for NaHaWriMo little ones frolic under silvery moonbeams till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps
Feb 18 varied highs and lows February vacillates spring's on its way
Photos by RL Brown
Nature's mystery sprightly beads nestle betwixt succulent leaves
Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.
@NaHaiWriMo
Feb 1 daybreak morning’s blush slips through the mizzling mist published
Feb 2 dawn/birdsong Antiphonal tweets robins, warblers, and blackbirds sing dayspring's symphony rewrite: pastoral harmony robins, warblers, blackbirds antiphonal tweets
Feb 3 crowing rooster A crimson trim comb Proud strut, perched high. Good morning world
Feb 4 sunrise morning’s song returns chee-pippety-chee spring arias
Feb 5 Breakfast peel double whop, pop biscuits fried light and golden sprinkle sugar dust
Feb 6 morning the morning light hums dreams dance in dawn's shadow young hearts sing
Feb 7 Missed breakfast Can't wait for lunch time to graze, brunch
Feb 8 ELEVENSES An elvish break peanut butter and banana RIP Elvis.
Feb 9 Noon high noon shadows hide under feet
Feb 10 Lunch teacher on the run, recess, copier, meeting lunch in hand.
Feb 11 Midday a contagious yawn a midday stretch What comes after ELEVENSES?
Feb 12 nap time little ones play till stillness draws the sleepy eyes shut all rest.
Feb 13 teatime front porch cool breeze scones, clotted cream, preserves Iced cold bourbon tea
Feb 14 afternoon out-of-town son calls visit with elderly neighbor afternoon delight
Feb 15 Happy Hour family conversations around the dinner table happy hours
Feb 16 Dinner break a few rules cold pizza for breakfast, hot pancakes for dinner Yum!
Photo by R. Bronte Brown/ South Korea
Feb 17 Magic Hour/Golden Hour silvery moonbeams night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps in dreams
Feb 18 Sunset evening wanes sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade (reference to age -etch-wrinkles)
Feb 19 blue hour sky colors ripple a unique aerial view coming down down down
Feb 20 Twilight cicadas sing silence merges with darkness tree shadows creep
Feb 21 Dusk fireflies hover low in eventide tealights flicker
Feb 22 Evening evening sounds surround life nestles, tweets and twitters cease swissssh goes the porch swing
Feb 23 Vespers Violet skies of royalty evensong of repentance, Ash Wednesday
Feb 24 Bedtime Bedside, on my knees whispers ascend to heaven I lay down to sleep
Whispering to heaven before I lay down to sleep. My dreams and hopes
whispers of wishes ascending to heaven as I lay down to sleep.
evanescing pass out of sight, memory, or existence. "water moves among reeds, evanescence, shines" To dissipate or disappear like vapor.
Feb 25 the eleventh hour America's demise wokeness disinformation downfall from within
Discernment's gift facts vs narratives dividing truth from opinion
Discernment's gift is dividing truth from lies- fact vs opinions
Feb 26 Midnight Snack An internal clock wakes hubby at 12:01 sleep walks to the fridge
Feb 27 Wee hours Wee morning hours Perseid meteor show July and August
Feb 28 death haiku 1. autumn falls silent under the evening snow 2. Winter winds whistling, Indian summer's last stance, bowing gracefully Feb 28 Last Hour /death haiku Thanatos’ grim triumph- fallen, betrayed from within The Afghan Thirteen,
Above all by Michael W Smith.
Above all powers above all kings above all nature and all created things. Above all kingdoms above all thrones above all wonders, the world has ever known.
WIP
If rain no longer fell, would tears cease to flow?
If blue dropped from the sky, would a smile return?
If darkness engulfs the world, would light find its way?
If longing is understood, would yearning fade?
If sadness 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 revealed.
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 (glisten)
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.
Jungle Gym on steroids Welcome, all humanoids Imagination Play Station Parallel universe- TRAPezoids. #LimerickSunday #LimerickRhyme Outside play station in Korea
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